First, we have Abby, who married her childhood sweetheart and got pregnant - a 'painfully shy' kid who had a horrible stutter if he was around anyone *OTHER* than her. Okay, but then the author has him - out of absolutely NOWHERE - join the military. A painfully shy kid with a horrible stutter? WOULDN'T DO THAT. Especially not after JUST having married his true love and had a baby. It doesn't fit. AT. ALL.
And of course, he dies the minute he steps overseas. So Abby moves home to help take care of her dad (has MS) with her mother, and they help her take care of her newborn baby. She's a schoolteacher who has 'put on weight in the thighs and backside' after having her baby... but we're supposed to believe after 3 years of being off a horse, not being physically active or training, she can just hop on a barrel racer and... her weight distribution, lack of muscle tone, and years of rustiness
DON'T
factor in and screw her up? REALLY??????
Her mom breaks her hip in a home improvement store, and in true unbelievable writing form, THE OWNER OF THE CHAIN OF STORES comes to her rescue. 'Cause that totally happens. He's a playboy who is the knight in shining armor of every woman he's ever met, but the chick with the disabled dad, messed up militant mom, screaming toddler, and double-wide backside? THAT'S the one for him. Definitely. (((Wait, what?!???)))
Worst of all is the 'spirituality' in this book. Abby is building a playground for her church... not out of a love for the Lord, but as a dedication to her dead husband. It's all about Phillip, and NOT about blessing the church or serving God. FYI. Same with Guy - he toils endlessly on a stained glass window he puts up in her church - not because he loves the Lord - oh, no. It's alllllllllz for Abby.
I hate churchianity and it's tenets. And its followers.
Guy makes you really, REALLY, REALLY want to like him. The whole book thru. But I would be SOOOOOO insecure around someone that cavalier with his charm. Especially when his sister shows up and acts like a snotty beeotch, telling Abby all about his romantic conquests and how Abby's just a blip on the radar (and bonus! We get *HER* book, next. Which I am SO. NOT. LOOKING. FORWARD. TO.).
Another issue: since WHEN does a company picnic manage to morph into a rodeo at the behest of the owner? That's NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS. Bronc riders, calf ropers and the like don't just all show up in droves at the whim or call of some dude from another state who's having a picnic... oh, hey, TODAY.
Bad writing.
I was not impressed.
And doubly so with the 'inspirational' (NOT) faith.