Author: Janie Crouch
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Rachael, a successful lawyer in Sydney, returns to her foster family and the only place that ever felt like home: Mindalby, to help with the failing family business, the town’s bakery. With the cotton gin’s closure, all businesses are struggling, and it looks like the only option is to close up the bakery and hope to sell. But when Rachael returns, she realises that her skills give her other options: refreshing and revitalising the bakery and a chance to rekindle her love of baking.
Irishman, Mike O’Malley is a staying kind of man, looking to settle down in Mindalby with a woman who loves the wild country and wants to get involved in the community. Rachael is not that girl, but the attraction is hard to deny. Determined to show Rachael that Mindalby can be a home, he draws her out into the community and deeper into his life. But when it comes time to make a decision, can he trust Rachael to risk her heart?
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‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘I don’t play ball.’
He hugged the ball close to his chest. He understood that. None of his sisters were into sport either. But, he loved his sports; it was a major part of his life.
‘What do you play then? I’m up for anything.’
She rubbed her hands against the afternoon chill, as her clear blue eyes met his. His heart hammered. They were the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen, and if he wasn’t careful his concentration would take a serious hit, and he’d sound like some daft prick.
‘I’m not very sporty. How did they go?’
Mike shook his head. ‘Another loss,’ he all but whispered.
She gave him a soft smile. ‘Oh, that happens. Are you having a reconnoitre with them?’
His lips quivered, but he couldn’t hold back. He let out a belly laugh.
She’s gorgeous. A one-off.
About the Author:
Linda Charles is a contemporary romance writer who lives in Newcastle in the Hunter Valley, NSW. She was born and raised in Sydney where she studied and taught drama for many years. She loves to read, travel and enjoys a good conversation. Following a move to the Hunter Valley she started to write her own stories. Linda is a member of the Hunter Romance Writers, Romance Writers of Australia, and Romance Writers of America.
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After losing her father and husband in a mine disaster, Priscilla Heartsel faces poverty and eviction from her home by a heartless mine owner. Tricked into a bank robbery gone wrong, Braxton Gamble finds himself shot and unconscious in Priscilla’s bed. Can they survive long enough to find a love more precious than gold?
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She loosened her grip on the cookie and it landed in her lap. “You’re planning to get married? Yet you were kissing me in front of everyone only moments ago?”
“Only because you’re who I plan to marry.” He grinned.
She retrieved her cookie, left it on the table and returned the plate to the pantry.
“Hey,” he said, “I wasn’t through with those.”
“Too bad.” Hands firmly planted on her hips, she glared at him. “I have no intention of remarrying, and if I did, what makes you think it would be to you?”
Braxton got to his feet. “I’m crazy about you, Pris, and I think you care for me too.”
“Well, you’re wrong. Get out.”
Moving around the table toward her, he said, “Okay, Pris. Don’t get your dander up.”
Relieved that he was going to leave quietly, she relaxed, but as soon as she did, he reached out and hauled her into his arms. Before she could voice a complaint, he kissed her. Again. She tensed and tried to break free.
Oh, but it felt so good. While cursing herself for not fighting harder, she kissed him back. A tingling began below her abdomen and she felt flushed and hungry for something she couldn’t name, except that she wanted more of what Braxton offered. Her hands slipped behind his head and she pressed closer, noticing he was ready for her.
“Lord, but I could go on kissing you forever,” he murmured.
“Shut up and just do it,” she whispered back.
She felt him smile against her lips, but not for long. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened to him, then slipped it inside. He tasted like oatmeal and coffee. Sweet, heady, and strong.
He pressed his aroused body closer to her, and she couldn’t help wriggling. Her heart pounded, her blood on fire.
The next thing she knew, he’d picked her up and was heading for the stairs. Priscilla knew what he planned and opened her mouth to object.
A knock came on the door. “Braxton, are you in there?” Etta hollered. “Irish and Logan have been sighted riding toward the Lucky Lady. You coming with me?”
“Aw, hell,” he muttered, letting Priscilla’s feet touch the floor. “I gotta go. I’m sorry, Pris, darlin’.”
“It doesn’t matter. What we were doing was insane anyway.”
He glowered at her. “You still going to claim you don’t want me?”
“I don’t want to marry.”
“That’s fine with me. We’ll just live together.”
“Ha! Get out of here.”
“I’m going.” He stalked to the door and slammed it behind him.
Another great historical by a first-time author for me. I didn’t know what to expect when I picked up this one. You never know, do you? Well, let’s just say that I was pleasantly surprised by this book, and yes, I plan on reading the next books. I just have to find out about Thalia, Hester, Cordelia and the other women that are left after the mine accident that took most of the men in town. Plus, Mortimer is a just a hoot when he gets caught in his own lies and fantasies going on in his mind. I know, he supposed to be the “villain” but I just thought he was a wonderful character for these women to stand up to and realize that they will not be bullied anymore.
Brax and Priscilla are wonderful together. For a clean romance, there is a sizzling amount of chemistry between these two. Yes, I said clean. Kisses only but wow can Ms. Raddon write the buildup between the characters and this is a historical romance where most of the time sex wasn’t talked about at all. I’ve read some really good books with bad romances and smexy times all rolled into one. You don’t have to worry about that in this book. Ms. Raddon delivers.
I absolutely loved the mystery element in the book and the whole plot arc that will be featured in the rest of the series. I’m really enjoying when authors do this. You get a complete romance between two characters but the plot isn’t finished. The suspense/mystery will be featured in the other books. Plus, this one had me guessing into the very end. I never would have thought that…oops. almost give it away but let’s just say, I never saw it coming.
I want to thank Ms. Raddon for writing a beautiful romance filled with some sweet moments, suspenseful scenes and a good mystery and villain that I can’t wait to read about some more. Peeps, I can not recommend this book to anyone and everyone. It was exactly what I needed to read right now.
About the Author:
Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. Because of her love of romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. Kensington Books originally published five of her novels. These were later released as eBooks by Tirgearr Publishing. Currently, Charlene is an Indie author with . She also designs book covers, specializing in western historical.