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417 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 29, 2009
“Mr. Coulter!” she cried.In this story Ms. Anderson has backed off on becoming a bit preachy on the religious overtones she definitely had in Morning Light. Still, CA latest books seem to be going more and more toward “one-foot-on-the floor” love scenes. That is fine with me, as I sometimes read and enjoy (if they’re not unnecessarily moralistic) Harlequin’s Love Inspired romances that contain no mention of sex at all and are often about men or women of faith. While I sometimes like a little delay in the sexual culmination of an earlier declared love, this was a bit “too little too late”. Just because CA is headed toward PG-13, that doesn’t necessarily mean she has to let go of the S.T.E.A.M.; you can read love scenes from some of her earlier work, such as the delightful Simply Love , to know that.
He drew Smokey to a stop and whirled in the saddle to look at her. Eden was about to admonish him for his callous disregard of the beauty around them when she realized she was looking down the barrel of a Colt revolver. He’d drawn the weapon with such speed that she hadn’t seen his hand move.
“What?” he asked, scanning the trail behind her. “Did you see something?”
Eden moistened her lips and tried to swallow. Her throat had gone as dry as parchment paper. If he wanted to destroy every wildflower in his path, who was she to argue? Had she learned nothing during her time with the Sebastians? The trick to surviving was to do as she was told and keep her mouth shut.
“Nothing, I saw nothing,” she managed to push out weakly.
“Nothing? You scared the holy hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just –”
He holstered the weapon and reined Smoky around to face her. “Just what?”
Eden glanced at the clematis bells that his gelding’s back hooves were brutalizing. “Nothing. It was nothing.”
“You screamed my name. You must have had a reason.”
“I didn’t scream.” Why was it so infernally difficult for her to keep quiet? Joseph often said her tongue was tied in the middle and loose at both ends, and Eden couldn’t rightly argue the point. “I just want to warn you–” She broke off and tried to swallow again. “You, um, were about to let Smoky trample the clematis.”
“Trample the what?”
Eden inclined her head at the beautiful flowers behind him. “The sugarbowl clematis. They’re so beautiful, like little church bells, and you were about to ruin them.”
He glanced over his shoulder and stared at the flowers for a long, tension-packed moment. Then, meeting her gaze, he rubbed a callused hand over his face and blinked as if he hoped the picture might change once his vision came back into focus. “Are you saying that you screeched like that to save some flowers? Sweet Christ, lady, I could’ve shot you!”
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