This story of a young widow making a life for herself in wild Wyoming territory is the reason I read western historicals. Jessie and Chase's slow-developing relationship is built on trust and growing affection but doesn't proceed smoothly. Wonderful descriptions made me feel like I was there on t...
I listened to the audio version of this book narrated by Corey Snow. Montana Dawn is written like an old time historical romance from 20-years ago, which I enjoyed. There is just the right amount of sexual tension and the right amount of humor. The story centers on a cowboy Luke, the third son o...
I need to talk with Chase. He has a right to know. Lost in thought, she brushed her unbound hair opposite the bedroom mirror. She’d never kept a secret from Chase. It was eating her alive. Chase came into the room and toed off his boots. With deft fingers, he ran down the buttons on his shirt and...
The evening air on his face made his qualms and concerns about Maddie evaporate into thin air.He glanced over at Nell sitting in her saddle as if she’d been born on the back of a horse. Her hair, the color of the shimmery-gold sky now that the sun was moving toward the mountains, flew out behind ...
Dalton hefted the steel pry bar and rammed it down into the one-inch air vent on the top of the converted boxcar. His arms ached. Sweat ran down the side of his face and dripped from his forehead into his eyes, the salt stinging even as he blinked it away. Wedging a block of wood under his tool, ...
It was a far cry from speaking with Beth Fairington, the woman who lived at Violet’s boardinghouse. Depending on which way that girl’s wind was blowing each day, one could never know if she’d ignore you, or bite your head off. Violet had to walk softly until she knew which side of the bed she’d c...
the stage driver shouted out, pulling back on the reins. The tired horses came to an abrupt stop in front of the same Wells Fargo stage office where John and Lily’s coach had halted eleven days prior. The stage jerked a couple times, settling in, and Charity heard the driver press the foot brake ...
Was she warming to him? He remembered their first meeting in the San Antonio mercantile before she’d known he was a McCutcheon. Across the street at the telegraph office, Fred Billingsworth stepped outside. He’d been demoted from his position as mayor of Rio Wells after th...
The expression on her face when she thought no one was looking was enough to make even him cry. Word had leaked out to the rest of the family—thought to have come from Jack—that Brandon had gone to Missouri to see about a deputy marshal’s job. The family was hurt and confused.“How could he even t...