Brenda Jackson - Dreams of Forever - Seduction, Westmoreland Style

SEDUCTION, WESTMORELAND STYLE

Montana horse breeder McKinnon Quinn is adamant about his “no women on my ranch” rule. So when Casey Westmoreland asks for a job training horses, he turns her down flat. Despite her innocent looks, she tempts him beyond reason. Casey vows to get McKinnon to hire her, and to make him her first and only lover. But after every steamy encounter, he avoids her, infuriating her even more. It’s as if he has a secret he is desperate to hide…making Casey just as desperate to uncover it.

SPENCER’S FORBIDDEN PASSION

Millionaire deal-maker Spencer Westmoreland agrees to bail out Chardonnay Russell’s failing Napa Valley vineyard. In return, she agrees to bear his children. She doesn’t dare hope Spencer will fall in love with her, so her only choice is to accept the arrogant businessman’s proposal. But becoming Spencer’s wife—in every way—sets her body and heart on fire. And soon, Chardonnay wants what is strictly forbidden.…

Dreams of Forever

Brenda Jackson

A Westmordand Novel

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Dear Reader,

When I first introduced the Westmoreland family, little did I know they would become hugely popular with readers. Originally, the Westmoreland family series was intended to be just six books, Delaney and her five brothers—Dare, Thorn, Stone, Storm and Chase. Later, I wanted my readers to meet their cousins—Jared, Spencer, Durango, Ian, Quade and Reggie. Finally, there was Uncle Corey’s triplets–Clint, Cole and Casey.

What began as a six-book series will become a thirty-book series when I conclude with all the Denver Westmorelands. I was very happy when Kimani responded to my readers’ request that the earlier books be reprinted. And I’m even happier that the reissues are in a great, two-books-in-one format.

Dreams of Forever includes Seduction, Westmoreland Style and Spencer’s Forbidden Passion. These are two Westmoreland classics and are books ten and eleven in the Westmoreland series. Triplet Casey Westmoreland has a thing or two to prove to McKinnon Quinn, and Spencer Westmoreland finds out the hard way that you can’t turn your back on love, especially when the woman’s name is Chardonnay.

I hope you enjoy reading these special romances as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Happy reading!

Brenda Jackson

Provide things honest in the sight of all men.

—Romans 12:17

To the love of my life, Gerald Jackson, Sr.

Happy 40th anniversary. You’re still the one!

Seduction,

Westmoreland Style

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Casey Westmoreland entered the barn and paused, mesmerized by the sound of the warm, seductive masculine voice speaking gently to the huge black stallion being given a brush down. She was mesmerized even more by the man himself.

McKinnon Quinn.

In her opinion, he was as gorgeous as any one male had a right to be. Mixed with Blackfoot Indian and African-American Creole, she couldn’t help but wish for more time to just stand there and admire what she saw.

Tall and ruggedly built with thick wavy black hair that fell to his shoulder blades, his blue shirt swathed a massive chest, and the well-worn jeans that covered a well-structured butt almost took her breath away when he leaned over to replace the brush with a comb. She didn’t need for him to turn around to know what his features looked like. They were ingrained deep in her brain. He had an angular face with eyes as dark as a raven’s wing, high cheekbones, medium-brown skin that almost appeared golden, a straight nose, stubborn jaw and full lips. She took a trembling breath and felt the warmth of a blush stain her cheeks just thinking about those lips and her secret fantasy of having her way with them.

Another thing she knew about McKinnon Quinn was that, at thirty-four, he was considered by many—especially now that his best friend and her cousin, Durango Westmoreland, had recently gotten married—to be the most eligible bachelor in Bozeman, Montana, and its surrounding areas. She’d also heard his bachelor status was something he valued with no plans to relinquish.

It was her opinion from their first meeting a little over two years ago that there was a quiet and innately controlled nature about him. Although he shared a rather close relationship with her cousins, there was still something about him that gave the impression that not too many others got close to him. He picked those he wanted to be associated with and any others he kept at a distance. Whenever she was around him she always felt he was watching her, and she could always feel his gaze on her like it was some sort of a physical caress.

“Are you going to state your business or just stand there?”

His words, spoken in a deep, cutting voice, caught her off guard and made her wonder if he had eyes in the back of his head. She was certain she hadn’t made a sound, yet he had sensed her presence anyway.

“I know how important grooming time is and didn’t want to intrude,” Casey heard herself saying after a moment, deciding to finally speak up.

It was only then that he turned around and she forced herself to continue breathing—especially when a surprised glint shone in the dark eyes that connected with hers. “Casey Westmoreland. Durango mentioned you were here visiting your dad,” he said in a voice as intense as the eyes looking at her.

Your dad. That term in itself was something Casey was still getting used to since discovering she had a father who was very much alive after being told he had died before she was born.

“I’m not visiting, exactly. I’ve decided to move to Bozeman permanently,” she said, wishing he wasn’t staring at her so intently.

She watched as he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans—a stance that immediately placed emphasis on his entire muscular physique. Surprise once again lit his eyes. “You’re moving to Bozeman? Permanently?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He all but snapped the question and she wondered why he would care one way or the other. “Corey…I mean, my dad, is hoping that moving to Bozeman will give us a chance to get to know each other better.” Even after two and a half years it was still somewhat difficult to call Corey Westmoreland “Dad” as her two brothers had begun doing.

McKinnon nodded and she noted that the eyes studying her were more intense than before. He had a close connection to her father since Corey was the best friend of McKinnon’s father. In fact, to her way of thinking, it was a deeper connection than the one she herself shared with Corey if for no other reason than because McKinnon had known her father a lot longer than she had.

“That’s what Corey thinks, but is that what you think as well?” he asked, his voice breaking into her thoughts.

What I really think is that it would help matters tremendously if you’d stop looking at me like that, she wanted to say, suddenly feeling like she was under a microscope. Whether he intended it or not, his gaze was provocatively sensual and was sending a heated rush all through her. “I think it wouldn’t hurt. I’ve lived in Beaumont, Texas, all my life and when the lease expired on the building holding my clothing store—and I wasn’t given the option of renewing it—I considered the possibility of relocating elsewhere. I’ve fallen in love with Montana the few times I’ve been here and agree that moving here will give me the chance to develop a relationship with Corey.”