A 1920s carousel horse transports boutique owner Jenna into a sensual fantasy that lifts her struggling business and wounded spirits, until the horse's rightful owner shows up to demand his property.
Jenna wasn’t looking for a Disney-hero-with-a-rogue side, but now that Marcus has entered her life, he’s determined to stay there. At least until he secures return of his carousel horse.
She can’t let go. He can’t give up. All they can do now...is hold on for the ride.
Jenna Taylor thought she was just buying a carousel horse to artfully display merchandise in her lingerie boutique. But when she places her had on the saddle, she sees a vision of herself on a carousel with a mysterious man. She knows he’s beautiful even if she can’t clearly make out his features – she knows his scent and she knows his touch. So when a right proper Englishman by the name of Marcus Swift comes into her shop and demands that she sell “his” horse back to him, she flatly refuses.
"Could she have been imagining herself about to have sex…on this carousel horse? Her pulse beat wildly. Okay, so it had been a while since she and Trevor had broken up, but was that enough to have her inventing a fantasy interlude on a wooden horse? How weird. But damn…not that bad. Or she’d sunk lower than ever. Next step, a blow-up man to keep her company."
"When he had gone, she went to the front window, surreptitiously watching him stride toward the local sandwich shop. He wanted this horse badly enough to come back and try again. She should just let him have it. Too bad she wasn’t going to."