This book had the potential to be so much more, but unfortunately it fell flat for me after the first few chapters.
Gabriel Winter, a tough and dashing Pinkerton agent, has just arrived in the Arizona Territory to track down a stagecoach robber. When he's about to snatch his prey and bring him to justice, a most formidable obstacle gets in the way in the form of the alleged outlaw's spinster daughter.
Megan Kearney is sure her dear papa didn't rob that train... problem is he instead disappeared with her nest-egg only to likely blow it all during one of his last gambling sprees. And she desperately needs the money! Why, with just three days left to drive the bargain in order to buy the place she's been dreaming of turning into a dressmaker shop of her very own. But it all will come to naught if she doesn't convince that stubborn detective she's telling the truth about her father. While sparks start to fly, goes without saying.
Sounds promising on paper and I was already anticipating a wild western romp, too bad the story didn't hold my interest for long. There were some great humours and witty parts at the beginning, but they soon started to fizzle out at around hitting the 25% mark. While I persevered because the writing per se was quite decent (a pity, given my eventual reaction), the middle section kind of dragged all the way through and the plot never picked up momentum. Not enough tension. The supposed "outlaw" old boy was almost always at large, so we never got to see some of his shenanigans, which I think would have provided some badly needed action (and fun). Even the chemistry between the leads didn't work. The hero gave me the impression to constantly waver from regarding her as a scheming flirt to (and I quote) "I'll slay your dragons, sugar" and the heroine, few scattered spunky moments aside, ultimately came up as rather whiny and in need of too many reassurances about her attractiveness and self-worth for a 28 yrs-old woman, spinster or no.
Add also a roughly sketched setting that I never felt was able to fully bring out the right western "spirit" and I'm out. I've read a lot of books in this particular romance sub-genre and I know it can be done so much better, whether by exalting the more romanticised and comedic aspects of the Old West (as in this case) or the more realistic, grittier and epic ones.
I love to alternate my romance readings between new releases and older books and I'm always happy when I'm lucky enough to stumble upon a seasoned goodie, but I'm afraid Lawman hasn't aged well. So no, I'm sorry, but I can't recommend it.