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I was given an ARC of Kentucky Blue Bloods from the author in exchange for an honest opinion of her book. This is my ( Mousiey ) very honest opinion of her book. I found her book to be to so heart wrenching and honest feeling. I felt for Reggie and what is having to go thru because of her father. And then when you add Parker to the mix well that brings a whole a lot more emotions to the situation for her. He is there to take 4 of her yearling's from her because her father had loss a bet . Reggie is fighting to keep her Thoroughbred farm alive. Without those 4 it just might mean the end of the farm. Parker is going to be there a week picking out the ones he wants and buying other's also. What he doesn't understand is why is Reggie cleaning out the stall's. Doesn't she have farm hands to that type of work?? Why does she always have to be taking care of the horse's. While they are the auction her father and his girlfriend shows up. She tells him that he is not welcomed there that the farm is her home and not his. Reggie demands that they clean up the kitchen when they are done. However , when she comes downstairs it is a total mess. Poor Reggie - she ends cleaning it. Reggie and Parker leave to go to the auction while they are in town - they receive a phone call. The barn is on fire!!! They race back. It's not the barn, Thank god. But it is the farm tractor and other equipment. How is she going to replace it. The sheriff suggest that the fire was arson. Now this is where I leave you. There are alot of twist and turns in this story. Who set the fire and why?? What happens between Reggie and Parker?? Does her Thoroughbred farm make it ?? I recommend this book for all to read. And give it a rating of 30 out of 5 stars. The scenes are truly amazing!! And her characters -well there is just no way to describe to them. NOW GO GET YOUR COPY OF THIS BOOK TODAY AT AMAZON !! RUN OR RATHER RACE YOUR WAY THERE!!! YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!!!
This is what the author has to say about her book !!
Kentucky Blue Bloods
(Book 8 of the Bluegrass Reunion series)
by Jan Scarbrough 

Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
Release date: November 5, 2014


No one crosses Parker Stuart, caretaker to his family’s thoroughbred racing empire. Parker retaliates against anyone who dares slight him or his blue-blooded British family, especially Regina Ward and her poker-playing father. The previous spring, Reggie had had the nerve to walk out on him after a torrid, three-week affair. Now, when Parker arrives in Kentucky to collect his family’s winnings, he’s determined to settle the score with the lovely Ms. Ward.

Regina Ward doesn’t consider herself a damsel in distress. After all, this is America, and she’s accustomed to depending upon herself. However, when her father loses four of the yearlings from their central Kentucky horse farm in a poker game, Reggie knows it’s up to her to save what’s left of her family’s homestead and her proud Kentucky heritage. Can she do it when Parker Stuart, the most arrogant and infuriating Brit she’s ever met, shows up in the Bluegrass?

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Chapter One

Early September

Bourbon County, Kentucky

Bloody hell?
Parker Stuart cast a disbelieving gaze at the woman who’d met him at the airport. What was he, the youngest son of a proud British, Thoroughbred racing family, doing in a mud­caked pickup truck sitting beside a woman who resembled a caricature of a mountain hillbilly? His chauffeur certainly looked nothing like the young woman he remembered from London—the woman he’d flown across the Atlantic to seduce...again.

Women didn’t dump him without regretting it.

Especially not the woman he’d fallen in love with and had planned to marry.

Revenge wasn’t a pretty sentiment, but it was just what he had in mind.

Love her and leave her. Like she’d left him. But he’d take four of her prized thoroughbreds home with him.

He should have known he was making a mistake, but three weeks spent in a haze of good sex— her body naked, writhing beneath him, driving him wild with desire—had fogged his brain. He had fallen in love, succumbing to an emotion he’d avoided for twenty­nine years.

Too bad she hadn’t stuck around after their short fling. In fact, she had run out on him, leaving him sitting in the restaurant for two hours, engagement ring in his pocket, before he’d finally checked his text messages. There’d been nothing sweet about her “dear John” good­bye.

For God’s sake, she’d dumped him in a text!

No, the woman driving this bloody pickup looked nothing like the charming woman he’d met in
London in the spring. That woman had possessed a quiet assurance and natural reserve. She’d had a genuine sweetness about her and a timeless beauty. Dressed in a classically feminine, floral­print cotton dress, she had worn a wide­brimmed, Southern Belle hat on her thick, blond hair when he’d taken her to Ascot in June. She’d called it her “Derby” hat but had meant her derby, the one in Kentucky. Her American accent with its lovable Southern drawl charmed him, but most of all, he’d fallen in love with her shy, sensitive eyes, ones he couldn’t forget.

Eyes now hidden by dark sunglasses.

Parker looked away. The central Kentucky countryside whizzed past, but he hardly saw it.

Granted, the moment he stepped off the jet at the airfield in Lexington, he had admired her curvy figure, fully appreciating those long, shapely and tanned legs. Yet, there was something

objectionable about her dress, or lack thereof. She was wearing short, blue jean cutoffs with frayed cuffs, a skimpy white tank top that left nothing to his more than vivid imagination, and ankle- length barn boots—clunky, muddy, lace­up boots that smelled as if they’d tramped around a stable only minutes before his arrival.

Her apparel was an affront to him. To their time together. More than any burst of anger or recrimination, it told him exactly what to expect from this trip. She was thumbing her nose at him
with her improper dress. She’d played him. He’d been a fool.

Not any longer.

Regina Ward, granddaughter of Corbin Ward, breeder of multiple stakes winners, had blood as
blue as anyone in Kentucky but not as blue as his aristocratic, British blood. Tainted only by the
introduction of an American grandmother, Parker’s blue­blooded family was heir to the fabled,
Stuart racing stable, acres of prime London real estate, a historic estate in Kent, and a hereditary peerage granted to an ancestor by a reigning monarch five generations earlier.

No, this hayseed couldn’t raise a candle to him. Her family was nothing. Her breeding operation
was negligible. And he was going to drive a stake into the last of it.

Three years ago, Reggie’s drunken father had beaten his older brother in a game of poker, winning one of the Stuart’s prize stallions. Now, the stallion, Stuart’s Legacy, was dead after only three years in Kentucky. Although any horse could die from colic, Legacy’s death was another mark against Reggie and her smalltime horse breeder father, Sam Ward.

Parker blinked hard. Focus. Don’t let her get to you.

The countryside was not as lush and green as his homeland. He knew the Maury silt loam, with its underlying limestone base, made the soil perfect for raising horses. But thanks to the summer heat, the nutrient­rich grass looked dry. Inhospitable. Just like his welcome to the Bluegrass State.

Barreling down a Kentucky back road, flanked by black or white wooden fences and an occasional stone wall built by Scotch­Irish settlers with a mad woman behind the wheel, who he barely recognized, didn’t set right with Parker. Was he taking his life in his hands by being there?

He glanced again at Reggie.
“Does everyone in Kentucky drive this fast?” Parker added a touch of upper­class disdain to his

She glanced at him and grinned, gum popping in her mouth. “Until we get caught.”

He lifted an eyebrow. God, he hated women chewing gum. That more than anything put him off.
She must have recognized his distaste, for she grinned and smacked her gum louder.

Parker cleared his throat. “How far is it to your farm?”

She flicked the turn signal and spun the steering wheel right, throwing him against the passenger

“We’re here,” she said and popped her gum once more for good measure.

They bounced down a poorly paved country lane bordered by tall oak trees, up a gentle knoll and pulled around a circular drive, halting in front of a stately, Greek Revival house.

“Welcome to Richlawn Hall built in 1830,” she said with a touch of pride then opened her door
and left him sitting alone in the cab.

Heat and humidity sucked the air from his lungs the minute he climbed from the truck. Parker put his hands on the small of his back and arched, stretching his cramped muscles.

Reggie came around the front of the truck and saw him. He couldn’t read her eyes behind her
sunglasses, but he had her attention. He played to his audience, prolonging his stretch, and thought her gaze may have been fixed on the button fly of his classic Paul Smith jeans.

“Our house is on the historic register,” she informed him with an impish toss of her fifties­era

“So is mine,” he came back then perversely added, “several of them.”

She fisted her hands at that. In the glare of the hot sun, standing in front of him, legs spread, hands on hips, she looked smug and self­assured, almost as if she was ready to do battle with an opponent. Him.

Brilliant! No matter how she tried to put him off with her gum popping and hillbilly attire, he was
ready to take on this woman. Parker set his jaw and returned her stare.

Miss Regina Ward had no clue he was about to even the score—and enjoy himself wholeheartedly while doing it.


Jan Scarbrough is the author of the popular Bluegrass Reunion series, writing heartwarming contemporary romances about family and second chances, and if the plot allows, about another passion—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a big-time, competitive horse show.

Jan also contributes to the Ladies of Legend series, collaborating with writers Maddie James, Janet Eaves and Magdalena Scott. Set in fictitious Legend, Tennessee, these romances bring together the small town family atmosphere so many readers enjoy.

Leaving her contemporary voice behind, Jan has written a medieval romance MY LORD RAVEN, and FREELY GIVEN, sensual Medieval short romances. Her Gothic romance, TANGLED MEMORIES, was a Golden Heart finalist. TIMELESS is her newest Gothic romance.

A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press.

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You might also enjoy these other books in the Bluegrass Reunion series
by Jan Scarbrough
published by Resplendence Publishing:

Bluegrass Reunion: They thought the men they loved were out of their lives. They were wrong.
The Bluegrass Reunion series are heartwarming, contemporary romances about family and second chances. Each romance stands alone.
The Bluegrass Reunion Series was published in this order:
● Kentucky Cowboy—Bull rider/veterinarian—She dumped him in high school, because he was a risk-taker.
● Kentucky Woman—Banker/exercise rider—She loved him when she was a teenager, but they never connected.
● Kentucky Flame—American Saddlebred Horse trainers—She had his baby, but he left not knowing the truth.
● Kentucky Groom—Teacher/software designer and Saddlebred groom—She can’t afford to fall in love with a lowly groom.
● Kentucky Bride—American Saddlebred Horse trainer/CEO—She rejected him once, but he’s willing to try again.
● Kentucky Heat—Country music singer/artist—She doesn’t need to take on another project, but he won’t take no for an answer. (Sequel to Kentucky Bride.)
● Kentucky Rain—Divorced single mom/security consultant—She has responsibilities to her daughter and herself, not to the handsome guy next door. (Mentions characters from Kentucky Cowboy.)
● Kentucky Blue Bloods—Kentucky horse breeder/British thoroughbred breeder and owner—She wants to save the family horse farm, but he has other ideas.

Now this is Mousiey's guest post about JUDD ROMEO from KENTUCKY COWBOY!! PLEASE READ ... I know you will enjoy him as much as I do.
Meet my hero Judd Romeo in Kentucky Cowboy as the heroine does for the first time since high school.

Fisting her hand, Mandy pounded on the door. Then she stuck both hands into her pants pockets, knocking her car keys out of the right pocket. She bent down to pick them up.

The door opened and a pair of hand-tooled, black leather cowboy boots stepped into her line of vision.

For an instant, Mandy forgot to breathe, and then her breath came too quickly. Her heart raced. She glanced up. Up past the pointed toes of expensive leather boots, past tight Wranglers, past a big gold belt buckle pressed against a flat belly and a white Western shirt that delineated a broad chest and brawny arms, and into the piercing blue eyes of Judd Romeo.

She tipped her head back, unprepared for what she saw. Time seemed to stand still. Judd shifted his stance and flashed his familiar, bad boy smile. There was a Colin Farrell edginess about him, a sexy untamable quality that welled up from every fiber of his cowboy persona.

“Hello, Mandy,” he said.

Judd is a bull rider, a member of the PBR, the Professional Bull Riders, established to bring mainstream attention to the sport. Mandy has never appreciated his love of bull riding. It’s too risky and foolhardy. Only his mother understood.

His mother had known Judd wanted to be a champion bull rider. He really wanted it. Deep down in his soul.

It had nothing to do with the money. Not even the million-dollar bonus. He wanted to win the championship because he wanted to wear the gold belt buckle that proved he was the world’s best.

Knowing the motivation of a bull rider was important in grasping Judd’s character.

She glanced at the makeshift bucking bull hanging between the trees. “Why do you ride bulls?”

It was a long moment before he answered. “It’s a sensation that’s hard to explain—the greatest sensation imaginable. That shot of adrenaline when you leave the chute is addictive.”

Her eyebrows drew together at his words. “But it’s so dangerous. Men have been killed trying to ride bulls.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand the appeal. It can’t be the money, because your mom told me you barely made ends meet during most of your career. Why have you stuck with it for ten years?”

Judd flashed a sudden confident smile. “It’s quite simple, really,” he said, giving her a once over with a look that curled her toes. “I like to make the crowd cheer. I like to win.”

A reviewer on Amazon recently validated my characterization of Judd. She said, “We are bull riding fans at our house so this book was particularly interesting to me. Ms. Scarbrough must either be a diehard fan of bull riding or did a lot of research of the sport of bull riding and interviews with bull riders because she really relates to the passion these young men have.”

I’d say Judd Romeo is one of my most favorite characters. If you’ve read my books, tell me who you’ve liked.

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