Captain Thaddeus Whitlock was a man of steel forged in the Civil War with only one ambition--to make the Flying W the best ranch in Colorado. Miss Amity Lowell was a city girl from a Virginia orphanage, a mail-order bride eager to please--but not about to be turned back by Thaddeus after his brother changed his mind about the marriage contract. The sparks between them flew as Amity stood her ground. Thaddeus decided he'd marry this woman himself and make her the perfect western wife.
But Thaddeus had yet to learn the ways of courtship, and Amity refused to be just a bedtime wife. She longed for love. Theirs was a long trail of pride, tears and passion before their hearts would beat together and their senses could claim a glorious, tumultuous freedom.
Minor misunderstandings aside, SWEET AMITY'S FIRE made me think of several authors confiding to each other and then collaborating to write an American West romance. Pamela Morsi for her American twang and entangled townspeople. Lavyrle Spencer, for her (usually) gruff hero and a heroine who means well even if she isn't upfront and honest. Carolyn Davidson for her insecure protagonists and ranch-hand experience. Kimberly Cates for her orphans and lonely children. Millie Criswell in regards to Americana and moments of angst. Cheryl St. John for her H/h's who are not handsome or gorgeous. And, lastly, Mary Burton for her mail-order brides.
It was a very predictable homespun romance. On a side note, for non-Americans, it might be hard to read because when most of the men talk, it sounds hokey. A case in point: "I c'n still work rings 'round those young'uns, yessir, I c'n." -OR- "It's Miz Amity's doin. I jest follered her orders." And 'Sweet sister Martha', 'dad-blamed' and 'Aw, hell!' are phrases commonly used in this romance.