I was expecting more from this book because I really love this author's Cedar Cove series and her Blossom Street series. I almost quit reading it, but I wanted to give it a chance because I do love Debbie Macomber's other books.
The one thing that bothered me from the beginning was the blatant stereotyping of the two main characters. The Montana cattle rancher who took on his brother and sister-in-law's three children after the parents were killed in a tragic car accident, was a rough and rather hard-living cowboy who talked like a "hick from the sticks." The children were in danger of being taken from him because his ranch house was not fit for a family to live comfortably, and he hadn't the time to properly care for the kids. He was bothered with social workers visiting the home and making suggestions to him for their care that he was incapable of providing. It was suggested by someone that he take out a personal ad for a wife, and the children decided what he needed to ask for in a woman. She had to be able to sew, sing, cook well, and clean and organize.
Mary was one who answered the ad, although there were more than what the family expected. She was a 32-year-old virgin from Louisiana, a small timid-looking and rather mousy (although her blue eyes were her most attractive asset), Southern-bred lady who lived in an orderly and very comfortable inherited home in Petite, LA. She had long ago given up being sought after for a relationship after seeing all her friends and school mates marry and have families. Against the advice of her best friend, she answered the ad. The children were the ones who were most approving of Mary's qualifications, so after corresponding several times, she was chosen.
After a rough start, life became better for the family, but I won't give away the rest of the story, which, at times, read like a cheap romance novel, sorry to say. There were some good parts that were well-written, and I see that some really loved this book. But when he started calling her "woman" and "owning" her, it really bothered me. I felt that her redeeming qualities were her sewing, cleaning, and cooking skills when, in truth, a man can learn those things as well.
This was not Debbie Macomber's best effort.