Oh, me. What are you doing, me? What are you doing when you have an assignment due in less than a day?But I was saving this book for a rainy day, and I guess you can count the day before an assignment as a cyclone-grade sort of rainy day.And I don't regret nothing! No sir, I won't even when I hav...
Reviewed for THC ReviewsI first read A Wild Yearning probably more than twenty years ago, so when I picked it up for a reread, I remembered very little about the story. I did seem to recall that I'd enjoyed it, and my reread of it proved that to be quite true. A Wild Yearning is an epic love stor...
Penelope Williamson BLOWS ME AWAY! What a gifted and unique talent she has. This was my 2nd novel of hers that I've read, the first being Once In Blue Moon, and I can say with certainty that this author is the "real deal". In Keeper of the Dream, we are transported into the medieval period. Lords...
This book hurt. People called it marvelous. They called it the book of second chances.I call it the book of second best.Sure, it was written beautifully.But from the start I knew where it will go, so all the sly little glances Shay gave Emma or all the thoughts of love Emma had? I never saw them ...
There was magic the moment they met...She was a flame-haired beauty fleeing from those who would kidnap her young son, the duke's only heir. He was a brilliant scientist- handsome, dynamic...and completely reckless in the presence of the spirited, independent young widow whose flashing eyes set ...
Her hips and knees banged into rough rock, and then her feet hit something wooden, a ladder, skidded along the rungs of a ladder. One of her scrabbling, clutching hands found the side rail, and she grabbed it, halting her fall with a hard jerk that wrenched her arm and tore a harsh cry from her t...
It took a moment for him to realize that the feeling came from being the only white man in a speakeasy full of colored folk.It wasn't that he was the object of stares; rather the opposite, since everyone was taking care not to meet his eyes. He could feel their fear, though, because he was white ...
Montoya, while I shoot you."The silver bangles on the boy's sombrero shivered as he laughed. "You hear that, boss? Your wife, she say she goin' to shoot me."He struck a pose, his hand hooked on the red sash at his waist, one hip cocked. His leather pants were decorated with silver conchas, his bo...