Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Todd Burke has no intention of getting hitched to anyone—even if his rodeo-riding daughter is crazy about Jane Parker. He tells himself there’s only room for one girl in his life, but secretly the single dad is nursing a Wyoming-sized crush on the beautiful rancher. There’s no way he’d ever give in to the hot-tempered, hot-blooded cowgirl from Jacobsville, Texas. Until one night changes everything...and Todd finds that he and Jane might just be a match made in cowboy heaven!
Originally published in 1995.
I've been reading Diana Palmer's books for years but even though this one had been released many years ago, I hadn't read this one so when I saw it on sale for .99 I went ahead and bought it.
Todd knows his daughter isn't any good at barrel racing but she loves doing it and she is in awe of Jane Parker who is a legend in the sport. Todd meet Jane Parker after she makes what he thinks is a critical remark about his daughter and finds out that she's hurt, recovering but in pain.
Jane's ranch is in need of a good accountant/bookkeeper and Todd let's her know he's really good with that sort of thing and he gets hired on to straighten out her books and she'll give his daughter some pointers to be a better barrel racer.
I don't like lies or liars, it doesn't matter if it's a personal relationship or business relationship, it shouldn't start off with a lie and that's what happened in this story. It's the only thing that bothered me about this book.
But even though they had a bumpy ride at first I really liked these two and Todd's daughter, Cherry is smart and just the right amount of sarcastic to make her really funny. I also felt bad for Cherry because her mother is a world class bitch. I want to say more but that would give too much of the story away so I'll just leave it at that.
Overall I really liked this book and am glad that I read it. I usually enjoy this author's books and this was no exception even if it did have a few things about it that bothered me.
I give this book 3 out of 5 stars.
Posted by Mary Kirkland at 12:00 AM