by Deborah Camp
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GENRE: Historical Romance (Western)
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BLURB:
Sunlight glided over hair
as she shifted from one boot to the other, and before his mind could catch up
with his instincts, Callum reached out and wrapped his index finger around one
of her auburn curls. Its softness against his calloused skin sent longing
through him like a rushing river. She’d be like that all over – soft where he
was hard, giving where he was not. He heard her gasp and his heart bucked.
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My Review:
I loved every page of this story, is an engaging, sweet and touching romance with witty dialogue, a clever plot and charming and believable character
Immediately after the Civil War Callum and Banner remain deep wounds to heal. He is back home in Texas and is still shocked by the death of his brothers and mother. He just wants to think only of his father and of their property. Ballum needs help to save her farm and thinks that only her neighbor Callum can help her. Together they form a partnership but soon the attraction between them can not hide. Will they be able to help each other and heal their wounds?
One of the things that I really loved about this book was Callum and Banner and the relationship that was developing between them.
It is an entertaining and relaxing read. The author had me hooked from the very first, to the very last sentence, it fit my reading mood just perfectly and I found myself unable to stop reading.
If you love historical novels with western setting this book is perfect for you.
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EXCERPT:
They finished eating, sopping up the last of the gravy with
biscuits and popping the final bite of bacon or sausage into their mouths. All
except for Callum, who seemed to have lost his appetite. He pushed aside his
plate, nodding when Banner reached to take it away.
In the kitchen, she began preparing to wash the dishes, as
she went over and over the unsettling conversation. So, the vigilante groups
were stirring up more trouble along with memories that some people were trying
hard to bury. She’d noticed that Hollis seemed to be worse lately. Sullen.
Anger simmering just below the surface. Stalking off to be alone with his
thoughts. Snapping at her when she questioned him about his moods.
Her brother was a sensitive soul and when there was unrest
around him, he felt it, through and through. Living with him when he was
jittery was like handling a porcupine. There was no way to touch it without
getting pricked.
Someone cleared his throat right behind her and Banner spun
around with a gasp, her wet hands flying up and slinging drops of water across
Callum’s faded red shirt.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I . . . got your shirt wet.”
He shrugged. Banner hoped to see a softening in his eyes and
she was disappointed.
“I’ll be back tonight, but it will be late. You go on home
at the usual time.”
“I was mighty proud of you just now.”
He raised his brows and shook his head, clearly puzzled.
“What you said about the war and how nobody wins a fight.”
He held his hat in one hand and rubbed his chin with the
other. “I don’t think I said that exactly. Fights are won, but sometimes the
cost isn’t worth it.” He took a step back from her, running his hand down the
front of his shirt and Banner watched the journey.
She so loved his hands. Long fingers, wide palm. She knew
the tenderness of his touch and how they could trail fire along her skin. “I’ve
missed you.”
He stared at her a few moments and something vulnerable
shimmered in his eyes before he abruptly turned and walked away from her. “I
need to get.”
“Callum!” She grabbed the back of his shirt. “Wait.” When he
didn’t face her, she stepped around him. “Is something wrong? I feel like we’re
on a seesaw here. Up and down. Up and down.”
Walking his fingers around the brim of his hat, he avoided
her probing gaze. “I guess that sums it up. I’ve had a lot of time to think
lately and maybe you’re right. We need to keep our heads clear and . . . well,
a woman like you and a man like me . . .” He shrugged.
What in tarnation did that mean? Was this about her being a
lowly Payne? Feeling as if he’d ripped opened an old wound, she glared at him,
but he wasn’t looking at her. Finally, he glanced up and his eyes widened
fractionally.
“Go on then.” Banner snatched his hat out of his hands and
whacked him with it. “Get. I don’t have time anymore for this silly game.” His
look of surprise angered her even more and she crushed his hat against his
chest, making him grab it. She caught sight of Shane standing in the dining
room, not hiding his curiosity at the scene unfolding. “Shane needs to talk to
you. I’m finished with you.” Whirling around, she stomped through the kitchen
and out the back door where the air was bitterly cold, matching the season in
her heart. She would not cry! She wouldn’t! Should have known that he’d finally
realize that he was too good and proper to be sporting with that Payne gal.
He’d been raised to see her as filth and he couldn’t shake it.
Striding purposefully across the frozen ground, she made a
beeline for the hen house. It would be warmer in there. Mary had already
collected the eggs, but there were probably a few more that she could—.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scrawled lettering
across a big white banner that had been nailed to the side of the barn and her
shoes slipped in the snow. She almost fell, but regained her balance in the
nick of time. Staring at the ugly message, she was aware of pounding footfalls
behind her.
“Damn it all, Banner! Just hold up. I didn’t mean to—.”
Callum’s grouchy apology stopped at the same time he did. “What the hell?”
JOIN OR DIE
A Confederate flag was nailed below the fluttering white
sheet that bore the menacing order. When had this been done? Banner wondered,
her mind spinning back to when she’d been out earlier. She would have noticed
it then. And the men had ridden up for breakfast! They would have seen it.
Someone – no, more than one person – had done this while they’d all been
inside. The audacity!
“Sons-of-bitches.”
Banner looked at Callum, sharing his disgust but not the
wrath stamped on his chiseled features. She touched his hand. “Callum . . .”
she whispered, trying to calm him.
He backed away, having none of it. “No. Don’t. Not now,
Banner.” Then he spun about and marched toward the house again, yelling to
Shane. “Take that bullshit down off the barn and burn it. The flag, too! Do it
now.”
“Yes, sir,” Shane said, already trotting toward the barn.
Banner stood rooted to the spot as Callum swung up into
Butter’s saddle and rode away, the horse’s hooves muffled by the snow. Cold air
wrapped around her and she shivered, her teeth rattling.
Looking toward the house again, she saw Seth Latimer standing
on the front porch, his squinty eyes fixed on the barn. He shook his head
slowly, then turned and made his way back into the house.
Banner went inside, too, but she stood at the kitchen window
and watched as Shane jerked down the big sheet and Confederate flag. He bundled
them up and set them on fire, standing near them until they were nothing but
ashes scattered by winter’s breath.
Gone. But the malevolence had left its stain like the black
hole in the snow.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Author of more
than 45 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma .
She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa .
She worked for a few years as a reporter for newspapers before becoming a
freelance writer. Deborah's first novel was published in the late 1970s and her
books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette,
and Avon . She has been inducted into the
Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance
Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author's Guild.
Lover of the west
and the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong,
independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV
westerns which have served her well. Since she appreciates men with devilish
twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in
her books. Also widely published in non-fiction, she writes and edits for a
magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more
than 10 years at a community college. She is currently working on her next
historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.
Her books have
been re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands
of new fans. For a list of them, visit her website.
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Twitter -- https://twitter.com/AuthorDebCamp
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