Series: Hell's Valley #1
Genre: Western Paranormal Romance
Rating: 5 Stars
Rating: 5 Stars
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Garrison Taggart doesn’t have time to deal with touchy-feely junk like “trust issues” or “feelings.” His dad’s health is waning and the family’s Wyoming ranch is being sabotaged. Too bad his supernatural ability to tell when someone is lying has been exactly zero help in ferreting out the betrayer so far. So, when sweet schoolteacher Sara Lopez raises concerns about his son being bullied, who can blame a guy for getting a little testy?The last thing Sara needs is any more attention or gossip after her recent breakup with big-shot rancher Hank Brand. So her attraction to surly but sexy Garrison, Hank’s rival, is entirely unwanted. When she uncovers an insane plot to kidnap the Taggart boy and throws herself in harm’s way to protect him, Garrison must risk his deepest secret and his own life to save the people he cares for the most. But will his heroics cost him everything?
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My Thoughts:
Sara Lopez has gone back to her
hometown to work. And her job puts her
into the same space as an adolescent crush.
Garrison Taggart is a single dad trying to do the best he can. He owns his own business but there seems to
be a mystery that I find myself wanting to solve. One character to watch out for is Hank
Brands. He was creepy and an odd duck to
say the least. The scene-stealer of the
story is Garrison’s son Zach. You won’t
see him much but he leaves an impact.
The author has weaved a great
story but she also takes the time to broach the subject of bullying. And Ms. David went beyond just child bullying
but we have the adults getting into the act as well. This was listed under the paranormal category
but the tone in the story was very subtle.
Don’t get me wrong, you will know that it’s there but for me it was all
about watching Sara fight the stigma of her childhood and using that to help a
little boy and his father. It was an all
around story to enjoy. Our author
creates a world that sucks the reader in and you end up with a vested interest
in her characters. It’s a roller coaster
ride that you will not want to get off.
My disappointment came when I ask
myself “why have I never heard of this author before?” Then I realize that this has now changed and
I’m interested in seeing where this series is going to go. This is a spinoff of another series so I’ll have
to make sure to check that one out as well.
The good news is that if this is the first book you’ve read from this
author, you can enjoy that series at another time. It’s not needed to understand what is taking
place between the Taggart’s and the Brand’s.
Her lips waited, just a few cruel inches away from his mouth ... was this some kind of evil torture? Would she have to wait, a millimeter from heaven, while she froze to death?
No thank you.
Never let it be said that Sara couldn’t take charge of an iffy situation when the chips were down.
Or help knock some rust off a fellow.
She grabbed his sheepskin and leather jacket lapels, yanking him toward her as she stood on tiptoes.
When their lips met, a zap of holy wow shot clear to her feet, then returned to settle in her pelvis, swirling in the most delightful way. The heat from his mouth flowed like warm liqueur through her body. After a moment, her calves protested the height difference, and she staggered back a step. Her hands remained clamped onto his jacket.
She licked her lips, her taste buds instantly craving more of his spicy male essence. A comparison between the taste of his lips and the rest of his body would be fine, too. “Yes, well. So there you go, no more rust. Like riding a bike,” she babbled.
When he leaned down, his stubble brushed her cheek, sending ticklish, delicious sparks skimming over her skin. “I might need more practice.” His breath slid up her jaw and drifted over her ear.
Rusty? Out of practice? She’d love to bear witness to his expertise when he regained proficiency. Kisses any better than these could kill a woman. Dead.
Jillian David lives near the end of the Earth with her nut of a husband and two bossy cats. To escape the sometimes-stressful world of the rural physician, she writes while on call and in her free time. She enjoys taking realistic settings and adding a twist of “what if.” Running or hiking on local trails often promotes plot development.
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