Seraphina nickered softly, nuzzling Iris’s pocket for the carrot she always hid there. And Elara understood, finally, what her grandmother had meant: Horses don’t fill the empty spaces in your heart. They teach you that the empty spaces are where love grows.
But the world had other plans.
The first crack in her solitude came in the form of a letter. The Blackwood estate, her sanctuary for the last decade, was being sold. A developer wanted to turn the rolling pastures into luxury condos. Elara had six months to vacate—or raise an impossible sum to buy the land herself. Women Sex With Horse