Noelle's Wish

The sexy cowboy billionaire has been her friend for several years, and now he’s her boss, so having a relationship is clearly forbidden. All he is waiting for is for her to heal from her painful divorce, but how long will that take?

Noelle Kidman is still recovering from a bad marriage and even worse divorce. If she decides to remarry, the man will be someone who will go to church with her, pray, and loves her more than anything else. Yet, she is attracted to Blake Montgomery, the town's wealthy playboy who gambles and drinks with his friends. Blake is wrong for her. If only she could convince her heart of that.

Blake Montgomery has loved Noelle for several years. But being her friend – and her boss – has put him in the friend's zone. He wants out. He wants her to love him unconditionally. Perhaps he needs the festive holidays to help him win the woman he doesn't want to live without.

Immerse yourself in the warmth of this sweet and wholesome Christmas Cowboy Romance, where tender passion is gently woven, leaving the rest to your imagination.

Blake Montgomery held tightly to the horse’s reins as he pushed the animal faster. The gushes of air from Blake’s mouth nearly kept the same rhythm as his horse. The late November sun beating down on them didn’t make it easier, either. Montana had been oddly warm this season, and moisture trickled down the side of Blake’s face. At least he hadn’t lost his cowboy hat yet.

He took a quick glance behind him. The man on horseback raced toward Blake. His mind screamed to go faster. No matter what, he couldn’t let the other rider catch him.

As Blake approached a bend in the road, he leaned into it, guiding his horse the best he could. He’d been riding horses since he was old enough to feed himself, and as soon as he was eight-years-old, his old man – rest his soul – had him entering rodeos. With all the training Blake had received over the years, he’d think it would pay off… and getting far away from the rider was a good time to prove that he could do it.

The branches hung lower in this section of the forest, and he had to duck several times. He took another glance over his shoulder. The rider seemed to be slowing down just a bit. Apparently, he couldn’t trust himself around these branches. But that was a good thing. Now maybe Blake would be able to get far away from him.

He concentrated on the turns in this thicket of trees, knowing that up ahead would be a clearing. Once he reached that spot, he’d be able to push his horse faster and not worry about the rider behind him.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, but he refused to take his grip from the reins. Concentrating on his goal was the only thing that would keep him sane at this moment. One little slip and everything would be over.

At long last, the light at the clearing shone brighter, almost as it was welcoming him. Grinning, he leaned closer to the horse and rode faster. Within moments, he was out of the trees. Throngs of people filled the clearing, except for the pathway leading to the finish line. Flashes from cameras snapped, and fans cheered as Blake headed toward the man holding the flag.

This would make the third year in a row that Blake had taken the first-place winnings home. Not that he really needed the money, but he definitely enjoyed the praise. It felt good to know he was number one in something.
As he passed the finish line, the cheering crowd grew louder. He slowed his steed, and several people rushed to him, congratulating him – women, mostly. His trainer was the first to reach him, handing Blake a towel and cold bottled water. He drank first, then wiped his sweaty face. Laughing with glee, he tipped back his head and poured a little water on his head, relishing in the cool liquid on his hot skin.

Fifteen minutes later, he had acknowledged the other riders and thanked them for a good race before heading toward his fans. Well, they weren’t really fans, but they were a group of people who had always supported him. His cousin, Rafe Montgomery, was the only one missing from today’s event. Good ol’ Rafe was going to be a father of baby number two sometime today. That was definitely more important than seeing his cousin win another race.

Debbie ran toward him with another water bottle, and her bleach blonde hair flapped in the wind. Her eyes twinkled when she gazed at him. The look in her eyes was unmistakable. She’d been after him for a few months now, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her out. Debbie was new in Timberland, and she was a teacher at the elementary school. She was as sweet as an angel during the day, but after hours when the sun went to bed, she was a little she-devil. Although she was fun, he wanted to be with a woman who didn’t wear two different hats during the day. He wanted a woman who didn’t want to hide her true self.

He wanted… Noelle Kidman – a woman he would never have.

Sighing, his hopes plummeted. Debbie reached him, and he took the bottle from her. After telling her thanks, he opened the bottle and drank. Debbie hung on his arm, staring up at him with stars in her eyes.

“I knew you’d win, Blake.” She laughed in a high pitch. “In fact, I bet on you, and I’m happy to say, you made me one-hundred-dollars today.”