Book Info:
East meets west when a
high-principled Boston socialite teams up with a revenge driven bounty hunter
to catch a gang of outlaws.
It’s tough being a witness when
the last one turned up dead. But Christie Wallace is determined to bring
the Everett gang to justice.
Unfortunately, the law can’t protect her from pistol-toting outlaws or
the intoxicating lure of a dangerous man. But, after escaping the
suffocating prospects of an arranged marriage she has no intention of allowing
her heart to rule her head, even when temptation comes in the form of an
incorrigible lawman named Nat
Randall.
Dead or alive—it made no
difference to Nat Randall. He’d tried to bring the Everett gang to trial
once before, but the law let him down. It seems frontier justice is all
he has left. But, he doesn’t count on protecting a bewitching Easterner whose
courageous spirit challenges him as much as her beauty distracts. It’s not
long before he’s torn between pursuing her or the
outlaws.
A timeless, rollicking
adventure of unlikely lovers, set in the wild west.
Review:
I haven't read romance
in so long. I forgot how enjoyable it could be. Lady Broke was a
nice, enjoyable read. I loved that it took place in the Old West &
that the female lead has such a strong personality.
While the story was a
little predictable, it still left me with a light hearted happy
feeling. The story pretty much follows a typical romance formula, but
it really needed to read something where I didn't need to think much and
that left me with a smile on my face.
The author did a great
job with the characterization of the main characters. She could have
added a little more about the extended families, but it does not really
affect the book much. I just wish I had a little more of the back
story.
I could really picture
the setting. Of course, I love the Old West. I grew up watching John
Wayne movies. My dad was and still is a huge fan of John Wayne. So, it
was very easy to imagine everything in the book.
I just found it o
delightful to immerse myself in this book. Reading a good romance book
like this is like being wrapped up in your favorite sweater, sitting in
your favorite chair relaxing and dreaming of life. It is such a
comfortable feeling, like seeing an old friend. I guess I just might
pick up a couple more romance books to read.
I give this one 3 1/2
stars, only because it is a little too predictable, more of a formula
book. It is a nice light read that will still stir your emotions. If
you have ever enjoyed a romance novel. I'm sure you will enjoy this
one.
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her husband, two children, and a crazy cat.
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Excerpt
The clang
of bells sounded against the front door.
Christie’s
belly gave a sickening lurch.
The robber
ducked down behind the counter at her feet. In his haste, the red bandanna
slipped down to his chin.
For a split
second their gazes locked.
His green
eyes narrowed in a murderous glare.
She hastily
looked away.
The click
of his gun cocking made her swallow hard.
He settled
himself like a laying hen, on a half empty crate of canned peaches at her feet.
“Afternoon,
ma’am.”
Christie
swallowed hard.
The tall
stranger striding toward her in the brown duster appeared far more dangerous
than the robber under the counter. His blue eyes snapped as cold as spring
water against his bronze skin. It was difficult to determine his features
through the stubble on cheeks.
But there
was purpose behind his steady advancing swagger, urging her to take a stepback.
The gun
against her thigh held her still.
She managed
a small frozen smile—a smile one might give when a rattler lay
curled
inches from your feet. Her heart raced so fast, she could barely breathe.
The
stranger cracked a lazy smile. His voice held a raspy edge. “I’m looking for a
no-account
robber, by the name of Everett. You haven’t seen him, have you?”
“He’s gone.”
Christie attempted to swallow past the fear in her throat. “Out the
back door.”
His cool
gaze slid to the wide-eyed, silent McDermotts, then back to her.
Her mouth
went dry.
He didn’t
believe her.
He knew.
Somehow he
knew.
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