Leaping Hearts

Leaping Hearts

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Overview

Her dreams are within reach—
All she has to do is learn to hold on . . .
A beautiful young woman with a defiant spirit, A. J. Sutherland spends a small fortune on a horse with a wild reputation, and is forced to sacrifice her position at her family's stables to keep him. She plans to ride the magnificent stallion in the biggest event of the show jumping season—and she knows she can win. But without the backing of Sutherland Stables, A. J. must rely on a stranger to help her: a man who makes her heart pound, her head spin . . . and who just happens to be a legend in equestrian circles.
When Devlin McCloud's career was cut short by a tragic accident, he never expected to get back in the ring. But when A. J. asks him to be her trainer, he finds he cannot resist the chance—or his stunning new employer. And what begins as a business arrangement soon becomes something deeper, as Devlin and A. J. learn that even in a sport full of hazards, sometimes the most dangerous thing to risk is one's heart. . . .

About the Author: Jessica Bird has been spinning tales since she could string sentences together. A graduate of Smith College, Jessica is an attorney who is admitted to practice in two states. Her dream, however, is to someday live a life devoted to writing love stories. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with her husband.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781469214801
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 07/03/2012
Product dimensions: 7.12(w) x 6.50(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

J.R. Ward is the author of over twenty previous novels, including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood. There are more than 15 million copies of Ward's novels in print worldwide and they have been published in 25 different countries around the world. She lives in the South with her family.

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A. J. Sutherland was captivated by the stallion from the moment she saw him. And she wasn't the only one. Like believers in front of a hypnotist, the whole audience was under a spell and had the dreamlike eyes of zombies. Called by the master to come forward, the crowd moved like a glacier, pushing its way toward the auctioneer's stand and bulging out of the cordoned-off area where the horse was displayed.

A.J. did her best to get through the throng but others were doing the same. A bottleneck formed and elbows were used like hockey sticks as people fought to come forward. Being no slouch, especially when it came to getting things she wanted, she mounted pointy defenses of her own until she made it to the front. Wrapping her arms around herself, she released her breath in a rush as she got an unobstructed view of the black stallion.

She'd seen a lot of good Thoroughbreds in Virginia but nothing like him.

Head held high, the horse stared out at the crowd with hostile disinterest. He was the king; he ruled the world. Everyone else just took up space.

Under the lights, his coat glistened with flashes of black and navy and his tail whipped back and forth impatiently. Dark hooves stamped the dirt as he threw his head against the halter and lead line that tied him to his handlers. With his powerful body dwarfing the men around him, he was the one in control despite being outnumbered by the five grooms who'd been assigned to try and hold him. The men around him circled cautiously, tense.

Like the crowd, they knew his reputation. It wasn't a good one.

A.J.'s eyes feasted on the stallion. In every move he made, there was a promise of strength andagility that was both athletic and poetic. And, behind his disdain, she sensed a fierce intelligence and an iron will.

At the head of the crush of people, she made up her mind. He was the most magnificent thing she'd ever seen. And she was going to have him.

"We're opening the bidding at ten thousand dollars," the auctioneer said.

Her hand flew up.

It was an outrageously low price considering the horse's bloodlines, high if you thought about his penchant for trouble.

"That's ten thousand dollars, do I have eleven?"

Somewhere in the crowd another hand was raised. A ripple of speculation went through the arena. Many had come to get a look at him up close, few had come with the idea of buying. Everyone wanted to know who was going to take him.

"That's eleven. Do I hear twelve?"

She nodded.

The other bidder countered at thirteen and she immediately raised the price to fourteen. There was a pause and then the price came back at $15,000.

"Do I have sixteen?" The auctioneer looked her way. She inclined her head without hesitation.

Just then, her arm was grabbed by her stepbrother.

"What are you doing?" Peter Conrad's eyes were bulging.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Like you're making another rash decision. Throwing yourself heedlessly into another mess that I'm going to have to pay for." As the price continued to climb, he escalated the argument along with it. "Have you heard about that thing's reputation?"

"Excuse me," A.J. said, moving around him. The two did a cramped box step, trading places.

"We are at twenty-two thousand dollars," the auctioneer said.

A.J. reestablished eye contact with the gavel man and nodded. The crowd's murmuring elevated, surging in waves with the bidding.

"Stop this," Peter hissed.

A.J. paid no attention to him. Her focus was on the other bidder. Like a train slowing down, her competition was losing steam but wasn't out of the game yet. There was a long pause and then the price was raised again. Without blinking, she tacked on another thousand.

"Don't you dare buy that animal!" Peter demanded. Turning toward the auctioneer, he started shaking his head and drawing his hand across his neck to dispute her authority.

When the bid came back, A.J. fixed her stepbrother with fierce blue eyes and spoke up loudly over the crowd. "I'll pay thirty thousand for the stallion."

The audience gasped in surprise and the auctioneer looked amazed at his good fortune. And her recklessness.

Peter began to sputter, overwhelmed by her audacity.

"Er, I have thirty thousand dollars," the auctioneer said, looking into the crowd at the other bidder. "That's thirty thousand going once."

"You're crazy!" her stepbrother said. He tried frantically to get the auctioneer to stop but the man shook his head at Peter's theatrics. It was a valid bid and everyone knew it.

"Going twice."

Rebuffed, Peter curled his fists in frustration and then tried a different tactic, assuming an air of haughty scorn.

"I won't be responsible for the trouble you're creating," he told A.J. "I've cleaned up the results of your enthusiasm one too many times. If you do this, you're on your own."

He straightened his cashmere jacket with a curt tug at the cuffs. The tan color was played off by his silk pants and cream turtleneck but did little for his pale complexion. He was a study in bland tones. The only bright spike in the outfit was a jaunty red handkerchief in his breast pocket. It looked like a pimento that had fallen into a bowl of oatmeal.

A.J. looked down at her own clothes. Scruffy but clean blue jeans, a polo shirt and barn jacket, leather boots. She had on a Sutherland Stables baseball cap which was controlling the top half of her mane of auburn curls. The bottom half was reeled in by a tie at the base of her neck. Practical, comfortable. Unremarkable.

"Going three times."

"You will regret this," Peter announced.

It was a promise A.J. had heard before from him. What it meant was, if something bad didn't flow naturally from her impulse, he'd make sure he took up the slack.

"I'd only regret it if I didn't get him," she murmured.

"Sold," the auctioneer called out. "Lot number 421, a four-year-old Thoroughbred stallion, Sabbath, to Sutherland Stables."

Peter's frustration came back as the gavel hit wood. "When the hell is this going to stop! When are you going to grow up and stop behaving so rashly?"

A.J. watched his face grow tight with rage as he went into a full snit.

It went further than the partial snit, she reflected, which merely involved foot stamping and huffing, or the half snit, which was the partial with verbal backup. She saw that beads of sweat, highly characteristic of the full snit, had formed at his temples and across his forehead. With a detachment she found amusing, she noted that forehead seemed to be getting more pronounced every year, courtesy of his receding hairline.

"Peter, take a breath, will you," she said in a calm voice. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Fine! You just paid thirty thousand dollars for a horse no one can ride!"

"He's magnificent, even you should be able to see that. And his bloodlines are impeccable."

"Being distantly related to nobility hasn't made him a gentleman."

"He can clear any jump you put in front of him."

"And usually without his rider! That personality of his is better suited for the rodeo than show jumping. Even better, put him in a ring with a red cape and he'd give any matador a run for his money."

People were starting to gather around them, fascinated by her outrageous bid and the ensuing argument. A.J. didn't care but it irked her to watch Peter get more flamboyant as their audience grew. He loved attention, and seeing him bloom under the eyes of strangers made her remember the one toothpaste commercial he'd been in as a child. He'd paraded around for months afterward like he'd won an Oscar and the thirty-second spot had led him to believe he was destined for stardom. The afterglow of speaking the words Minty-fresh, Mommy! into a camera had lasted twenty years.

"You're overreacting," she told him, trying to get one more look at the stallion as the stable hands began to lead the horse away.

"And you're out of control! I run a stable of winners. Some of the best bloodlines in the country are under our roof and I won't let you bring a beast like that into their midst."

"He's not a beast—"

"That thing tossed his rider, ran out of the ring and trampled half the crowd at the Oak Bluff Jumper Classic."

"That's in the past."

"That was last week."

"He's going to be a champion. You'll see."

"The stallion's dangerous and unpredictable. What makes you think he's suddenly going to turn into a winner?"

"Because I'm going to be riding him."

Peter snorted. "I doubt you could hang on to him long enough to get both feet into the stirrups."

A mix of bravado and frustration made A.J.'s voice louder than she'd meant it to be when she replied, "You'll see. I'm going to take him into the Qualifier two months from now."

People around them gasped.

At that moment, a shout of alarm rang out from up front. When she turned around, she saw several stable hands bolting in different directions, diving for cover. Then, just as suddenly, everyone in the crowd was scrambling for safety. The stallion had broken free from his handlers, leapt into the cordoned-off area where the crowd had watched the auction and burst into the throng of people, scattering them like marbles across a floor.

Not again, A.J. thought, sparing Peter a glance as they both ran for it. His face was vacillating between a self-satisfied I-told-you-so look and one of naked fear as the horse charged toward them with thundering hooves.

Most people, being of sound mind, ran out of the ring, but a few brave souls rushed forward, spreading their arms wide in a semicircle around the animal. They were going to try to corral the horse through an open gate that led into an unoccupied paddock but the stallion seemed to know what they were after. The horse made a beeline at the men instead of falling for their ploy, and they fell aside, trying not to get trampled.

Mission accomplished, the stallion raced on, ready for more action, his lead line streaming behind him like a banner. Chaos reigned as people shouted and cursed and it dawned on A.J. that the horse looked delighted at all the trouble he was causing. He'd broken free of his captors, terrified the crowd and was enjoying himself thoroughly by chasing after stragglers.

If he were human, he'd be laughing, she thought.

Peter's voice was furious in her ear. "I can't believe you want to bring this demon home!"

She smiled as the stallion galloped by, a black blur. He was limber and graceful, with the strength of steel in his muscles. "Look at him go."

"Straight to hell if I get to pick where to send him."

After another ten minutes of people trying to get control of the horse and failing, A.J. tugged her baseball cap down tight and stepped into the ring. She caught the stallion's eye immediately. Pegging her with a dark look, he rushed at her, only to come to a screeching halt a few yards away when she refused to move. Dirt kicked up around him in a cloud and he pawed the ground in warning, throwing his head up and down.

Instead of showing fear, A.J. put her hands into the pockets of her jeans. A silence fell over the crowd.

She could see the horse mulling over his options. Someone standing their ground in front of him was something new and he seemed confused.

"All right, you've had your fun," A.J. said in a low voice. "Now it's time to behave yourself."

As if he understood her, he shook his magnificent head and whinnied a loud denial. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring widely, but she knew it was more for drama than from exertion. Even after bolting around the ring like a madman running from sanity, he hadn't broken a sweat across his gleaming black coat.

While they squared off, A.J. was looking at him with a calm disregard, as if he were a temperamental two-year-old. Inside, however, her instincts were sharp. She tracked every movement he made, noting the subtle twitching in the muscle fibers of his deep barrel chest and the beat of his heart in the veins just under his slick coat. She was searching for any advance warning that he was going to lunge at her, any hint as to what his next move might be.

After all, she might be daring but she wasn't stupid. It didn't take her years of experience with horses to know she had to be extremely careful when staring down an animal like Sabbath. A half ton of stallion backed by the personality of a pro wrestler didn't make for safety. It was a dangerous situation. And a thrilling one.

"You know, you may have missed your calling." She took a step forward, continuing to talk. "You'd make an excellent steamroller."

Sabbath snorted and reared up on his haunches for show.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said, stopping when she was only a couple of feet from him. "You calm down and come with me and I'll help you put all that energy to more constructive use."

She smiled at her own words, thinking it was probably like asking a rugby player to turn in his cleats for a pair of tap shoes.

While the horse seemed to be considering her proposal, A.J. pictured herself saddling him up and mounting him for the first time.

"It's going to be a long way to the ground if you throw me," she said softly. "Fortunately, I tend to bounce."

Sabbath let out another ferocious roar. Her smile deepened.

"So do I take that as a yes? Are you ready to try a little tap dancing?"

Suspiciously, the horse moved his head forward, putting his black muzzle up to her face. He took in a huge lungful of air, drawing her scent through his nose. Then he blew it back at her, sending her baseball cap flying.

A.J. shook her head. "If you want to impress me, you're going to have to do more than play bowling ball to a crowd of people and knock off my hat."

Sabbath reared again, his mane streaking through the air, hooves pawing the space between them. Then, looking bored, he abruptly dropped his neck, lowering his head.

After a moment, A.J. cautiously reached forward and took his lead in her slender hand. When the stallion tolerated it with only a flick of his ears, she moved to the side and went forward. Together, they started to walk out of the arena.

One of the stable hands approached tentatively. Without words, he pointed out where the stallion had been housed and then scurried away. Left to handle the horse alone, A.J. led the way into the stable area and approached the stall Sabbath had been in.

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Leaping Hearts 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
At a Virginia horse auction, A.J. Sutherland buys four-year-old thoroughbred Sabbath for thirty thousand dollars though the steed has a nasty reputation and her stepbrother, the family finance expert Peter Conrad, objected. Following her instincts, A.J. pays with her own personal money. When she returns to Sutherland Stables, Peter informs her that he sold the horse. An upset A.J. blithely says he cannot sell what the stable does not own and leaves with her horse though she has no place for Sabbath to stay. A desperate A.J. travels to the nearby home of Devlin McCloud to beg the once golden boy of horse jumping to allow her steed to stay in his stable. Devlin still uses a cane from the injury he suffered last year that led to the euthanasia killing of his beloved horse Mercy. He wants nothing to do with A.J. or Sabbath, but would never allow an animal to suffer because of human stupidity. Soon he finds himself training horse and woman. As A.J. and Devlin fall in love, both fear commitment with a human.

Though readers will wonder how the father of A.J. could allow the cruelty of not stabling Sabbath for at least a night, fans will appreciate this warm contemporary romance. The story line is exciting as Devlin and A.J. leap from love even though the dangerous matchmaking skills of the key third character Sabbath pushes them together. LEAPING HEARTS combines a good horse jumping competition with a strong romance into a fine debut by newcomer Jessica Bird.

Harriet Klausner

stephgordy25 More than 1 year ago
What can I say? Another great read from JR. Loved the plot, the romance and the characters. Having read the preface, this book is special to JR as it was one of her first novels that she wrote as a budding writer. Great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun little romp of a love story
mom2lnb on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Leaping Hearts is the first book written by Jessica Bird aka the fabulous J. R. Ward of Black Dagger Brotherhood fame. Sadly, it seems to have rather low ratings on some of the major book sites that I frequent, but I think this may be due to fans of her later work deciding to try her backlist titles only to be disappointed. Like many, I came to be a fan through the BDB, but was still able to view Leaping Hearts as a completely different entity. I also found it to be a fascinating study in how an author's writing can grow to a fuller and richer state over time, and therefore, may have been able to appreciate in a way that other readers didn't. Unlike the BDB, Leaping Hearts and all the books J. R. Ward wrote as Jessica Bird are contemporary romances. The focus of this book is squarely on the desire of a young woman to prove herself by earning a spot on the Olympic equestrian team, but the beautiful stallion she impulsively purchases at the beginning of the story and wishes to ride has an unruly temperament. The pair find a friend in a former rider who was severely injured just the year before and has shut himself away from the world, but finds new purpose in life through training them. The book takes a very detailed look at the world of equestrian show jumping, and I thought that Jessica Bird really brought that aspect of the story to life. She either has personal experience with horses or did her homework extremely well. I also found it to be a rather unusual setting for a romance. However if this subject isn't of interest to the reader, I suppose it could become somewhat dull. I personally had a rather obsessive interest in horses, as well as equestrian show jumping, when I was a teenager, and although the extremes of my fascination have waned over the years, I can still appreciate the beauty of both the beast and the sport.Devlin and A. J., the hero and heroine of the book were both likable characters, but I thought that perhaps their individual personalities and relationship could have used a little more depth. As I mentioned earlier, Devlin was a champion show jumper who could no longer ride due to a serious injury he had sustained the year before. He had also lost his beloved horse in the same accident and the grief had caused him to shut himself away. Devlin finds himself quite drawn to A. J. and her horse, Sabbath, and can't quite resist the pull to get back in the ring even if it's just coaching another rider from the sidelines. With his limp and slightly tortured nature, I could see shades of a much tamer version of one of the Brothers lurking within Devlin. A. J. was a woman with rather complex family ties. She was also a little impulsive, buying Sabbath, who had a terrible reputation, mostly on a whim, but she was very determined to turn him, and thereby herself, into a champion in hopes of proving herself to her family once and for all. For someone who was so certain she could win with Sabbath, A. J. did get a little discouraged rather quickly in the training process, but as small progresses were made, she started coming back around to her more positive way of thinking. In the end, she became so intent on winning the qualifier as to risk her own health. This caused Devlin and A. J. to argue and separate a couple of times which seemed a little extreme for the circumstances. As is, it didn't seem like such an insurmountable obstacle as to cause a break-up, so this is one area in which I thought the author delving a bit more deeply into the dynamics of their relationship would have been helpful.There weren't a lot of secondary characters, but those present were pretty well-drawn. Sabbath is probably the main one, and I have to say that Jessica Bird did an amazing job with bringing his personality to life, which can be rather hard to do with an animal character. He certainly lived up to his wild reputation, but at the same time, I could really sense both his joy at being in th
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Kanne More than 1 year ago
“This heat between us… I can’t be rational when I want you so much” He scorchingly wants her, she desperately wants him naked and all that… But wait there is a big competition and they have to think about it. Like massive amounts of sexual tension is a good idea around a 1000 lb. animal with impulse control issues. All I am saying is.. Tease Tease Tease !
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Fantastic and wonderful. Romantic in all the right places and emphasizes the human spirit will always endure.
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Awesome story!
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LOVED this book. I loved the chemistry between Devlin and AJ. Great storyvline, once I started reading, couldn't put it down. J. R. Ward is by far one of my fave aurhors
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It was a good book it was great Sincerly Normandy 32 years old
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So many spots where the story could get deeper, and didnt. Good, fun, hot. Would enjoy having JR write another draft now to see where the characters would be enhanced.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Here is where the warriors in training sleep. There is space for several apprentices & lots of soft moss.