4.3 big Super stars
I recommend this book.
If you have not read “Her Cowboy Distraction”, & “The Cowboy’s Claim”, & “Cowboy With A Cause” I would recommend reading those books first.
Mary Mathis owns the Cowboy Café where for the last few months waitresses have been murdered in the town of Grady Gulch, Oklahoma. Why are the waitresses being murdered and who has it out for the town or is it just Mary?
Mary has a ten year old son named Matt. She has told the entire town that her husband died before she came to town. She has been in town for the last 8 years.
The Sheriff Cameron Evans has been trying to solve the murders but with no clues how will that happen.
After a card and a package arrive for Mary and Matt that cause Mary to believe that the killer is really just after her. She believes that the killer is toying with her.
She has to figure out how to tell the Cameron her deepest darkest secret. Will they still be friends after or will he look at Mary differently?
As the killer gets closer can she really fully trust Cameron to protect her? Or should she push him away so he doesn’t get hurt or killed?
As always I enjoyed the book by Carla. She adds plenty of drama and romance and you really get a feel for the characters of her books. I really enjoyed all the books in this series. Look forward for a new book/series to start.
To find out the answers to the below pick up the book:
What really happened to Mary and how will Cameron handle it?
Who is the killer and why is he trying to kill Mary?
Some favorite parts from this book:
“Hey, Sheriff Evans,” Matt greeted with a friendly grin.
“Hey, yourself,” Cameron replied affectionately. He’d told Matt a dozen times that he could call him Cameron, but Mary insisted her son use Cameron’s official title. “I just heard that your mom spent the day at school with you. That must have been weird.”
Mary Laughed, the sound twisting softness around Cameron’s heart. “I think embarrassing would be first on the page if I was listing adjectives.”
“Nah, you didn’t embarrass me,” Matt replied. “At least you didn’t call me honey pie like Billy Morton’s mom did.” Matt stifled a snicker.
“True, although I did consider calling you honey pooh bear a couple of times.”
Matt looked horrified at the very thought, and Mary laughed.
“You wouldn’t do that to me,” Matt said.
“Probably not,” Mary agreed.
“That’s my plan, George.”
“Yeah, well, my plan is to marry some twenty-three-year-old hottie who thinks I hung the moon, but that ain’t happening anytime soon. Hope your plan works out better than mine. You know I take most of my meals at the café. What will I do, where will I eat if this creep manages to kill all the waitresses and Mary has to close down?”
Leave it to George to think about his own creature comforts rather than the loss of the three women. “Mary isn’t going to close down the café and we’re going to catch whoever is responsible for these crimes,” Cameron said with confidence that didn’t quite make it into his heart.
George’s scowl deepened. “Well you’d better hurry up about it,” he said as he moved past Cameron and headed in the opposite direction down the sidewalk.
He needed to find a home for Twinkie.
She was getting under his skin with her tiny kisses and happy dances. Whenever he sat anywhere in the house she managed to get into his lap and curl up with a contented sign. He’d actually dressed her in a little furry leopard print dress this morning, worried that she might get too cold in the drafty old farm house where he lived.
He should have a bulldog or a German shepherd, if he was going to have a dog. Not some designer diva who already thought she owned not just his house, but him, as well.
Before Cameron could stand, his father’s hand came to rest heavily on his right shoulder. Cameron closed his eyes and held his breath, reveling in the simple touch from a man who had scarcely even acknowledges his existence sine Bobby’s tragic death.
“You’re a good man, Cameron,” his father said softly. “I don’t tell you that often enough.”
“Every night that I turned that Open sign in the window to Closed it was with the anticipation that you were going to show up for that last cup of coffee. I loved the intimacy of sharing that time alone with you, talking about our day, our lives, our dreams. That’s when I realized we’ve been dating almost every night for the past eight years and that’s when I realized I could trust what I feel for you.”
George Wilton slid into the chair next to Cameron, his plate heaping with a little bit of all the food that the Thanksgiving feast had to offer. “Why do you have that dopey grin on your face?” the old man asked.
Cameron widened the smile he hadn’t even realized had been on his lips. “In the words of a very bright young boy, I’ve got a lot of stuff to be thankful for this year, George.”
George huffed. “And I’m still waiting for that sexy young thing to show up in my life to rock my world.”
Cameron laughed and in that moment knew that all was right in the world, or at least in the Cowboy Café in the small town of Grady Gulch, Oklahoma.