Ebook - novel
TBR reviewer: Cathy
As she and Ben Hatfield fall in love, their happiness faces trials that include an unexpected illness and his grandfather’s death. But Katherine has little time to mourn her own losses as the California drug lord’s minions kidnap her in a final effort to collect on the debt.
genres, so given the opportunity to read it, I grabbed at the chance.
The story focuses on Katherine, a novelist who fleas her Californian lifestyle
to escape a drug-lord who is owed a considerable debt by her now dead,
drug-addicted husband. She, as next of kin, as far as the drug lord is
concerned, is responsible for repaying that debt. She finds refuge in
her hometown of Arkansas, where she stays with her Aunt Ruby. There she
meets Ben. Ben is a former Navy SEAL, now working in a local poultry
plant, but bears the physical scars of his SEAL years. Keeping hidden from
avaricious and ruthless drug lords would, you'd have thought, have been enough to
occupy Katherine and keep her attention away from romantic involvement, but Ben
provides too much ofa temptation. He too, withdrawn and uncommunicative
since his wife's death, finds it difficult to maintain his reticence, as he
becomes drawn to this beautiful and intelligent woman. The threat of
discovery by unscrupulous drug dealers casts a cloud over their happiness and
I can confidently say I enjoyed this book; it was well written and
whilst not error-free there were too few to mar the reading experience. I
liked the author's style – easy-going and flowing. You
might at this point get the impression that there is a 'but' coming on – and yes,
there is! Despite my enjoyment of the book, I would say that the
Romantic/Suspense tag is a little hopeful. 75% of the book focuses on Ben
and Katherine's deepening relationship, which develops a little too fast and it
is only in the latter 25% that Katherine's kidnap takes place
and is all wrapped up just a tad too quickly and conveniently.
It's a romantic, albeit slightly predictable story with little heat, but don't
expect a white-knuckle ride of thrills or tension; just settle into your
armchair for a comfy ride.
flooding his veins. His kiss was an unspoken question, an invitation and as
her body surged toward him, he felt her answer. A living force spun
between them and drew them together. His hands moved over her shoulders in a
caress then dropped to her breasts, nothing but flannel separating them from
his touch. She moved with somnolent pleasure and pulled the gown over her
head. It fell to the floor and he kicked it away as her hands moved over his
torso, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He stripped away his jeans and
stepped out of his boots.
His hands explored her body as his mouth sought hers again and
again. In tandem, they sank to the rug that covered the floor and
without restraint he plunged into her with powerful need. Her legs wrapped around
his body and together their passion spiraled toward a climax that
shattered them both.
Spent, they lay together on the rug. He nuzzled her lips, her nose, her cheeks, and her neck. He heard her whispers, the soft endearments mingling with tiny sounds of pleasure. Only the fear that Ruby might come downstairs and find them spurred him to sit up. He groped for his scattered clothing and dressed.
Still naked, Katherine stood before him. She buried her head against his chest and sighed, a rich, full sound of contentment. “You must be really hungry now.”
Laughter bubbled up within and he nodded. At the crook of her finger, he followed and ate three thick sandwiches. Her wide smiles gave him joy each time he
looked at her, now clad in her gown. He would not remember later what they talked about but he would recall the laughter. After a shared piece of cake, he reminded
her that he had to go and she nodded as her smile faded.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, honey, but I like it.” He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. With the slightest inclination, he’d have her on the floor again but he had heard the floorboards creak upstairs and restrained
his urge. “It’s late and you must be tired.”
“Good night Ben. Sweet dreams.”
No dream could be sweeter than what had happened between them ut he nodded. “Sleep well, Katy.”
He watched her mount the stairs, the nightgown swishing against her eg, and his desire hardened. At the landing, she looked down and blew a kisswith her fingers. He mimed catching it and put his hand against his heart.With slow steps he exited and walked home, his truck still parked at the sideof the house. It never occurred to
him to drive as he moved through the quietnight pastures, emotionally involved in a way he had never dreamed could happen again.