Close Enough to Touch [NOOK Book]


For makeup artist Grace Barrett, Hollywood isn't the land of golden opportunity. It's the land of difficult divas, cheating boyfriends and unemployment. So when her great-aunt offers her a free place to stay in Jackson Hole, Grace thinks she'll spend a little time in the sticks to figure out her life, and then move somewhere exciting to live out her dreams. But it turns out that there are a few more thrills in this small town than Grace was ...
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For makeup artist Grace Barrett, Hollywood isn't the land of golden opportunity. It's the land of difficult divas, cheating boyfriends and unemployment. So when her great-aunt offers her a free place to stay in Jackson Hole, Grace thinks she'll spend a little time in the sticks to figure out her life, and then move somewhere exciting to live out her dreams. But it turns out that there are a few more thrills in this small town than Grace was expecting….

Cole Rawlins is a rugged Wyoming cowboy born and bred. Yet he can't help but be drawn to the fascinating big-city girl who moves in across from him. He wants to get close enough to Grace to see past her tough facade, but if he does, she might see the real Cole. The one with a Hollywood history gone bad. As they discover a sizzling attraction, it becomes harder for him to keep his demons at bay—and those fires from long ago may burn them both.

They'll need more than scorching-hot passion to make this opposites-attract affair work. But if they can learn to trust one another enough to reveal their secrets, they just might have a chance at forever.

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Publishers Weekly
Grace Barrett is on the run from an angry ex-boyfriend in Los Angeles. The last thing she planned to do in Jackson Hole, Wyo., was make friends. The plan was to hide out for a bit with her great-aunt, who rents out rooms, before making her way to Vancouver, but living across the hall from sexy cowboy Cole Rawlins complicates everything. Grace is a survivor, a teenage runaway who fought to get herself off the streets. She is suspicious of the town’s friendliness, mistrustful of Cole’s attempts to uncover every detail about her, and defensive about letting down her guard. Cole isn’t the only person trying to reach past Grace’s defenses, as her irascible Aunt Rayleen, cheerful bartender Jenny, and new boss Eve all have a thing or two to teach her about trust. The journey to healing and learning to accept love is gradual, and every step forward is something to cheer for. Agent: Amy Moore-Benson, AMB Literary Management. (Sept.)
From the Publisher
"Sassy and smokingly sexy, Talk Me Down is one delicious joyride of a book." --New York Times bestselling author Connie Brockway

"A hot and funny story about a woman many of us can relate to...." on Crazy for Love

"[A] hands-down winner, a sensual story filled with memorable characters."
-Booklist on Start Me Up

"Dahl smartly wraps up a winning tale full of endearing oddballs, light mustery and plenty of innuendo and passion."

-Publishers Weekly on Talk Me Down

"Sparkling, special and oh so sexy-Victoria Dahl is a special treat!"
-New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips on Talk Me Down

Kirkus Reviews
Hot, contemporary "opposites attract" romance hits the emotional high notes as two struggling people find themselves and each other. Grace Barrett is forced by circumstances to accept a short-term home in Jackson Hole, Wyo., where she intends to keep to herself; not hard for the unemployed, purple-haired, prickly makeup artist who's been exiled from Hollywood and is biding her time in the small town until a new job starts in Vancouver. Or so she thinks. Faced with her red-hot neighbor, Cole Rawlins, a born-and-bred Wyoming cowboy, Grace enters into a scorching-hot affair, determined to keep her emotions strictly off-limits. Cole is anything but the Wild West equivalent of a dumb jock, and he knows he's playing with fire with his new city-girl neighbor. He's spent time in Tinsel Town and experienced firsthand its shiny facade and its uglier underbelly. At first wary of Grace's hard-edged persona, he's still attracted to her in spite of himself, and he falls into her bed to distract himself as he heals from a potentially life-altering injury. Both Grace and Cole tell themselves--and each other--that it's all about the sex, but it doesn't take Cole long to figure out Grace's diamond-hard exterior is simply a protective shell for a fragile emotional history, and he finds himself intrigued by and protective of the sensitive woman behind the hard-core image. When Grace takes a job with an area photographer that turns into an opportunity as a location scout, it opens her future in unexpected ways but sets up a collision of two worlds and confrontations from the past and the present for Grace and Cole. Rising romance star Dahl delivers with this sizzling contemporary romance. (Warning: Steamy situations and straightforward sexual descriptions are well-done and integral to the plot, but some scenes are pretty graphic for a mainstream romance.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459237858
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 8/28/2012
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 73,806
  • File size: 379 KB

Meet the Author

Victoria Dahl lives with her family in a small town high in the mountains. Her first novel debuted in 2007, and she’s gone on to write seventeen books and novellas in historical, contemporary, and paranormal romance. Victoria's contemporary romance, Talk Me Down, was nominated for both a RWA Rita Award and the National Readers' Choice Award. Since then, her books have been nominated for two more Rita Awards, and she hit the USA Today Bestseller list with the anthology Midnight Kiss.

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This made it official: Grace Barrett's life was over. Or, at the very least, it was so irrevocably screwed up that a quick death would be a blessing at this point.

She was twenty-eight, in debt to an angry ex-boyfriend, she had exactly $37.40, and she was here.

In Wyoming.

Well, she'd been in Wyoming for hours, actually. Hours of endless beige hills and barren mountains. Hours of cows. And sheep. And some strange creature she'd thought was a deer until she'd gotten a better look. Deer didn't look as if they had exotic black masks painted on their little faces. What the heck were those things?

Grace shuddered a little as she stepped out of the bus. Her feet touched the ground and there was no taking it back now. She really was in Wyoming. She was standing on it.

"Damn," she muttered.

The elderly man in front of her turned with a concerned smile. "Sorry, ma'am?"

Grace crossed her arms in defense. "Sorry about that. I was just…"

He smiled and put a hand to his balding head as if he meant to tip a hat. "Beg pardon."

No one had ever begged her pardon before. Grace crossed her arms more tightly, unsure how to handle this situation. Thankfully, the man moved away before she was forced to respond.

Grace glanced warily around. After her years in L.A., she knew to keep her guard up against anyone who approached her on the street, no matter how kind and polite the people here might seem. Nobody did, so she edged toward the driver as he unlocked the luggage compartments of the bus. She was used to being alone, but she'd been surrounded by people on this bus for nearly two days. She felt almost panicked with the need to be free.

The driver began unloading the bags, laying them out in neat rows. Grace kept a sharp eye on his hands, waiting for her ancient camouflage duffel bag to appear.

No one else seemed to be watching as closely. The other passengers were hugging friends and family or idly chatting with each other as their eyes traveled along the horizon. She spared only the barest of glances toward the view of the mountains. Someone could walk up and grab a bag and be gone before anybody even noticed.

These folks were obviously not from L.A. Or…maybe their bags didn't contain every ridiculous, precious thing in the world that belonged to them. Maybe their bags were just filled with dirty clothes and cheap souvenirs from a beach vacation. But when Grace's bag appeared and was set on the ground, she jumped forward and dragged it away like a feral animal with a piece of precious meat. It was nearly too heavy for her to lift, but she'd have to find a way. She had no car, no spare money for a taxi—if they had such things here—and she hadn't told her great-aunt when she'd be arriving. So she was hoofing it.

"Hoofing it," she breathed, managing a laugh as she glanced around to see if there were any cows standing next to her. Unlike the rest of Wyoming, the town of Jackson seemed to be blessedly cow-free. It was also slightly larger than she'd expected, dashing her hope that she could simply wander down the main street until she spotted the address she was looking for. She'd have to ask for help. The idea made her grimace as she took a deep breath and looked around. Maybe she could just find a free map.

"Bingo," she muttered as her eye fell on a big sign that spelled out Jackson Hole Information! in old-timey wooden letters. Grace had lived in Hollywood a long time. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to work a tourist trap.

She dragged her bag across the asphalt and onto the wooden…sidewalk? Grace blinked and looked down the street, then turned to look in the other direction. Yes, as far as the eye could see, the sidewalks were wooden, like an Old West town.

"Wow," she muttered. These people were really trying hard, even if she had to admit that it was cute. Shaking her head, she pulled her bag down the sidewalk until she got to the brochure stand.

"Do you have a free map of the area?" she asked the matronly woman who'd turned away to straighten papers.

"Oh, hello!" the woman called as she spun around. "Good afternoon!"

"Hi. Um. I just need a map of the town. Something simple."

The woman's eyes flicked up to Grace's hair for a moment, and Grace wondered what she must think of a purple-haired girl in combat boots asking about Jackson, but the woman's smile didn't waver. "Well, I won't lie. There are a lot of choices. Here's the official town map." She laid out a folded brochure. "But—and don't tell anyone I said this—I actually like the one the restaurant association puts out a little better."

"Thanks." Grace took both the brochures and opened the one the woman had recommended.

"What are you looking for, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Grace glanced down at her T-shirt. Yep. It still advertised an old L.A. burlesque club. "Just a street," she said softly, hoping not to invite more questions.

"Which street?"

Grace cleared her throat and shifted, her gaze desperately boring into the map, hoping she could just find it herself. "Um, Sagebrush."

"Sagebrush. That's a long one. What's the address?" The woman's pink fingernail pointed toward the map, but it moved before Grace could register which street she was pointing to.

"Six-O-five West Sagebrush," she said, sighing.

"Oh, that's way over here!" The woman pointed again, and this time Grace saw it. A long line that meandered all the way through town and then followed the curve of a stream before it ended. It looked like quite a haul.

"Thank you," Grace said. She folded the map and hefted her bag up, biting back a grunt as she worked the strap over her shoulder. "This way?" She tilted her head in the direction she thought she needed to go. She'd always been pretty good with that sort of thing.


Grace took a deep breath and started walking. Her boots clomped on the wood.

"Oh, honey!"

Grace pretended she didn't hear.

"Sweetie, stop! You can't walk all that way."

"I'm fine," she called.

"But there's a free bus!"

Her boots stopped clomping. "free?"

"Totally free. In fact, it'll stop right here in a few minutes. Comes every half hour."

Grace turned back and eyed the woman suspiciously. "Will I have to go tour a new condo complex or something?"

"What? Oh, heavens no. It's the town bus. It'll stop just a few blocks from where you're going. Six-O-five West Sagebrush. That's the Stud Farm, isn't it?"

"The what?" She dropped the bag. She'd heard tales that her great-aunt was a crazy old lady, but.. "What?"

"Oh, never mind me." The woman laughed. "That's just a silly local nickname."

"For what?"

"The building."

Just as Grace was opening her mouth to demand a real answer, a hiss of brakes sounded from the curb. The bus had arrived, and she didn't have time to get more information. She hauled up her bag, wrestled it onto her shoulder and jogged for the bus. As promised, there didn't seem to be a fee. The driver glanced at her impatiently, and she felt a small jolt of comfort at that. The bus might be free, but the driver was just as jaded as every bus driver in L.A.

Slightly less suspicious, Grace took a seat close to the front so she wouldn't have to haul the bag any farther, then dug the map back out to see which intersection she was looking for.

A few blocks later, the wooden walkways were replaced with cement, and the two-story buildings with front porches became less common. By the time they reached the right intersection, they'd passed a strip mall and a big grocery store. She felt slightly less disoriented as she grabbed the bellpull and hauled her bag down the steps.

She didn't dare stop and look around as the bus pulled away. Her shoulders were already aching and the bag wasn't getting any lighter, so she set off down the side street with her head down. Sagebrush was only four blocks down. No problem.

By the time she reached the next street, she was gasping for air. "Good Lord," she muttered, stopping to take a few deep breaths. It didn't help. Altitude, she reminded herself, finally giving in and setting the bag down. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on oxygen, and without the weight of the bag, she was breathing normally within a few moments.

Had she really thought she was going to walk all the way from the bus station to the apartment? Laughing at the image of herself crawling down the street with the bag balanced on her back, Grace opened her eyes and took a deeper breath.

"Mmm," she hummed. The air smelled…nice. Really nice. Crisp and fresh and clean. Maybe she could live with less oxygen. Just for a little while. It wasn't like she was going to stay in this ridiculous little town.

It was cute, though. The Old West part of town had morphed into a slightly Victorian feel. Little gingerbread houses, separated by the occasional 1960s ranch house. Grace had never lived in a small town before. Maybe it would be okay, temporarily.

As if to show her just how wrong she was, the jingle of a bike bell interrupted her thoughts. A bicycle passed by. An honest-to-goodness bicycle built for two. Both riders waved as they rode away. Grace grimaced at what looked like an advertisement for happiness. This town was going to rub her own misery in her face.

Once the bike had passed, she lifted the bag and trudged on. Another bike appeared, this one with only one rider, but with an old-fashioned bike horn that the rider honked before he waved. Yeah, L.A. was bad enough with all the sunshine, but this town was just too much.

Vancouver would be better, hopefully. There was a big enough movie industry there. She had a job waiting for her if she could get there in six weeks. And if she did a good job, maybe she could get steady work as a makeup artist up there where nobody knew she was difficult to work with. Difficult, as in she wouldn't put up with handsy actors or abusive bosses. That seemed totally reasonable to her, but in L.A., ass kissing was a way of life.

Grace turned onto Sagebrush and started watching the addresses.

When she finally spotted number 605, she was pleasantly surprised. The Victorian building didn't look like it had anything to do with a farm. Or studs. It wasn't the prettiest house on the block, but the paint was fresh and bright royal-blue. The trim around the windows and the porch was vivid white. The place looked perfectly respectable.

Then her eyes slid to the building next door.

The saloon next door.

She knew it was a saloon because of the wide plank of wood over the door that screamed SALOON in big black letters. Barstools lined the ancient porch and, unlike the building Grace was standing in front of, this place looked as though it hadn't been painted since 1902. In fact, it looked like a barn that hadn't been painted since 1902. She was pretty sure that was some sort of hayloft door near the roof.

Grace's shoulders were protesting the delay, so she adjusted the bag's strap and walked up the sidewalk to the house. As soon as she stepped in, she saw two doors marked A and B. The only other possible route was a wide staircase that led to the second floor. Grace dropped the bag and dug out the letter from her great-aunt, praying that her apartment was on the ground floor. She wasn't sure she could make it up the stairs without passing out.

"Apartment A," she breathed. "Thank God."

She was reaching for the door when she realized the mistake and paused. She didn't have a key. And—she looked at the letter again—her aunt hadn't given a phone number.

Feeling stupid for even trying, she reached for the knob and tested it. It didn't budge, of course. Who would leave a vacant apartment unlocked?


Grace stood on her tiptoes and ran her fingers above the door frame. Nothing.


When she looked down, she saw that her black boots were planted right in the middle of a doormat that said Howdy! inside a circled lasso. Her last hope was this rectangle of Western kitsch. Holding her breath, she stepped off and picked it up. Nothing.

"Damn it," she groaned, letting her lungs empty on a growl of frustration as she glared down at the envelope in her hand. Her aunt's return address was a P.O. box. She'd communicated only via letter to the friend's address that Grace had used for return mail. And Grandma Rose never answered her cell phone.

On the off chance that it was the one time of day that her grandmother turned her cell on to check messages, Grace pulled out her crappy pay-as-you-go phone and dialed Grandma's number. A few seconds later, Grace heard the beep of the voice-mail message starting, and her heart dropped. However Grandma eventually went, it wasn't going to be from "radio wave brain cancer," at least according to her.

Grace looked back to the letter in her hand, feeling hopeless. What was she going to do? Wander around town asking everyone if they knew her aunt? She'd been on a bus for two days. She'd thought she was about to get a break. Just a few hours to rest and let her guard down.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" She hauled back one boot and kicked her bag as hard as she could. It wasn't hard enough. She pulled back her foot to do it again. The bag held everything she owned in the world, but right now, that seemed like the perfect reason to kick it. This was her life. Right here. Her whole crappy life in this beat-up, dirty camouflage bag.

"Damn it!" she screamed one more time as she kicked it hard enough to slide it six inches across the floor.

"That bag must've done something really shitty to get a little thing like you all riled up."

Grace stomped her foot onto the floor and spun to face the low drawl, her heart slamming into a crazed beat. A man stood in the doorway of the other apartment. He leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed and mouth turned up in an amused smile.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

"Just wondering why you're kicking the tar out of that bag, darlin'."

"First of all, I'm not your darlin'. Second, it's none of your business."

His smile widened, revealing dimples in his tanned face. His tanned, granite-jawed, handsome face. "Really? None of my business? When a crazed banshee of a woman stands on my doorstep cursing her heart out on a beautiful Friday afternoon? Tends to pique my interest."

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  • Posted August 28, 2012

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    Dayumm, Ms. Dahl can write a good Cowboy story!!! Cole Rawlins

    Dayumm, Ms. Dahl can write a good Cowboy story!!! Cole Rawlins is our
    mentally and physically broken but oh so sexy hero. In his late
    thirties, this cowboy is done with his partying, has experienced
    heartaches, realizes his mistakes and is now ready to get his life
    straightened out. However, with his recent leg injury, it will take time
    before his plans take place. But as they say, “things happen for a
    reason” and he would not have met the city girl next door if he had not
    moved in at the Stud Farm. Twenty-eight year old, starving make-up
    artist, Grace Barret recently had her heart broken. Starting anew, she
    moved out of Los Angeles to “passing through” Wyoming, stays with her
    aunt then plans to head to Vancouver hoping for a job. Grace is jaded
    due to hardships and betrayals in her past. She has learned to harden
    her shell to ward off any friendships or relationships to avoid any
    heartbreaks. But Wyoming has a way to soften any heart, in this case in
    the form of a hot cowboy! This city-girl-meet-the-cowboy story is one I
    could not put down. Grace was super funny and it was easy to relate to
    her, being a city girl myself. Like her, I don’t know what the
    difference between an elk and a deer is or what a pronghorn is. Grace’s
    reactions to her new surroundings, her attraction to the cowboy next
    door, and how she dealt with life in general were all believable and
    justifiable. She's a survivor! The same goes for Cole, how many of us do
    things and later regret them? Most of the time that very mistake is what
    straightens us out. Cole is super hot with his cowboy self and a man
    more than willing to take care of his woman. I LOVE the fact that he
    knew what he wanted and went for it. Cole and Grace’s sexual tension
    was strong and when they finally got together…super hot! I don’t care
    what anyone says, if Cole where to come to me and “slap me like he
    dismounts a horse”, I would not care. What I like about Ms. Dahl is
    that she can always deliver a steamy story but not forget the romance,
    the laugh-out-loud realistic moments and the endings always leaves me
    light hearted. She is consistent in delivering a great contemporary love
    story. I recommend this book to anyone looking for a feel-good, sigh
    inducing, gush-bucket-filling and laugh-out-loud story. Per Goodreads,
    there will be an anthology called BE MINE: Jennifer Crusie, Victoria
    Dahl Shannon Stacey. Looks like Dahl's novella will be about
    Jenny(Grace’s friend) and will be released Jan.22, 2013. Yay me!!! *ARC
    provided by publisher

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 3, 2013

    Not very good. I read the first half and wondered why! Skimmed

    Not very good. I read the first half and wondered why! Skimmed the second half to see how it ended.
    Sorry I purchased this one.
    Story line was weak and characters not well developed. Hard to identify with them.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2013

    Dont recommend...

    I liked her other series, but so far I dont care for this one. It was not well written and it is hard to relate to the characters. I was very annoyed through most of this book - I actually skipped paragraphs when ever my irritation sparked.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 24, 2012

    lacking plot but funny

    lacking plot but funny

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 1, 2012

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    Decent story, but heroine has major issues!

    Close Enough to Touch is the first book in Dahl's new series based in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It stars two main characters, Grace and Cole, who are just chock-full of major issues. Grace is on the run from her life and her past, for reasons it takes a really long time to reveal to readers, and Cole is trying to recover both from an accident several months before and from family issues that are thirteen years old. Neither is really big on trust or honesty, which tends to be a stumbling block for relationships. For a lot of the novel I wasn't totally sold, either on Grace, who is pricklier than your average porcupine, or on their ultimate chances as a couple—it just seemed as if they'd never get to the point where either could really truly meet the other on equal footing. By the end, though, Dahl managed to pull it off fairly believably, enough that I am planning on picking up the next book in the series. It's not obvious from this one who book two will feature (Shane? Eve? Jenny? Grace's friend Merry who came for a visit?), but there's enough interesting people in town to fill up several future novels.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 28, 2012

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    A- rating....

    My Review:
    This was such a great book and a great start to this series. Grace and Cole are both such wounded characters. I *heart* them!!

    Grace ended up in Jackson Hole, Wyoming as a result of basically running from her life. She's spent the last ten years in California and none of those 10 years has been very good, but in the past year, things have gotten significantly worse. So she runs to Jackson Hole where her great aunt has an apartment where she can live for free while licking her wounds.

    Speaking of licking wounds, we come to Cole, Grace's next door neighbor. This is a cowboy who is looking at a busted up hip and the loss of his lifelong dream and plans because he may never be able to ride again. He sees Grace as trouble and definitely the kind he is drawn to, which he knows is a really bad idea. He's made that mistake before and never plans to put himself in that place again. But again, this is a romance novel, no one is able to get away from that pesky chemistry.

    This book is just a sweet, romantic, emotional ride. I loved it. I loved the depth that the Wyoming landscape offered to the story. I loved the main characters and all their emotional scars. I loved the side characters and what they added. I loved the Stud Farm and the Saloon and I really loved Grace's aunt. The sex in this book was incredibly hot because Grace and Cole have a lot of anger built up (and let me tell you, that bum hip didn't hold this cowboy back AT ALL...whoa!)
    I received a complementary copy of this book in return for an honest review.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    Good enough

    Just not what i was in the mood for

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  • Posted February 22, 2014

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    Reviewed by Maria Book provided by NetGalley for review Review o

    Reviewed by Maria
    Book provided by NetGalley for review
    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

    They really shouldn’t be together. She’s a Hollywood make up artiste, Gothic in appearance, purple hair, the works. He’s a laid back cowboy, as manly as they come. They meet when she lands up in Jackson, Wyoming. She’s lost her job, she’s been kicked out by her ex and owing to an unfortunate mix-up, she’s been accused of stealing several thousand dollars. As she’s been offered the use of an apartment in Jackson by her aunt, she plans to hang out there for a little while to get herself together before moving on to Vancouver, where she hopes to get another chance to work at her craft in the movie industry. But she meets Cole and then things becomes somewhat complicated.

    Cole has his issues. He’s out of work with a damaged leg which renders him unable to ride a horse, which is, as one could understand, a major setback for a cowboy. He is attracted to Grace, but her being in his life has him confront some demons from the past, such as his own failed foray into Hollywood years before and his toy boy love affair with Madeleine, a Hollywood movie boss.

    Some of the secondary characters were memorable and while I’m not so sure about the size of Jackson, Wyoming, the book had that cute ‘small town romance’ feel.  Characters like Grace’s aunt Rayleen, the whisky-sour swilling saloon owner, and Easy, the aged cowboy, stayed with me long after I’d closed this book.   I also found the dialogue witty and entertaining.  While I was really fascinated by the premise and could not stop reading, I wasn’t overly thrilled with the love scenes, especially the early ones. The problem with erotica, and the very graphic terms used therein, is that for me at least, it just takes away the romance from the sex act and turns it into a spectator sport. I don’t need to feel the orgasm, but I’d like to feel the love and the passion. I didn’t get a sense of that until near the end (but then again maybe that was the idea). In some of the scenes, I got this feeling that they were using each other to scratch an itch. She raking his back with her fingernails screaming and him asking her ‘where do you want me to touch you?’ But then again, they were pretty much in tune at the end.

    Actually, in my humble opinion, the points of contention are minor, really, very much in the eye of the beholder. Victoria Dahl has created a truly fascinating story with characters I grew to care about.

    Favorite Quote:  A man stood in the doorway of the other apartment. He leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed and mouth turned up in an amused smile.
    “Excuse me?” she snapped.
    “Just wondering why you’re kickiing the tar out of that bag, darlin’.”
    “First of all, I’m not your darlin’. Second, it’s none of your business.”

    This is Grace and Cole’s first meeting. It makes me smile and shows the differences between the two in a perfect way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2014


    Enjoyed book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2013

    Good Story, but

    I enjoyed the story line in this book, but it was a bit too sexual explicit for my taste.

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  • Posted November 19, 2013


    I enjoyed this book and would recommend others to check it out.

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  • Posted October 27, 2013

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    I rate a book usually on how it makes me feel & this one had

    I rate a book usually on how it makes me feel & this one had me in tears! I love the way Dahl brings wraps you up in a character until your heart feels like it is connected to the people in the story. Love this new series, love that everyone in it has flaws that make them wonderful!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2013

    This was a great read! Was concise and had great editing and gra

    This was a great read! Was concise and had great editing and grammar.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Goof d Good

    I liked this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Plot spoilers

    More plot spoiler ruining the book for other readers then bragging how they got their book for free for their (cough, cough) honest review, which is a joke because its a lie. They always give a 5star review. Wonder why...maybe because its a bought and paid for review????

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2013

    Close Enough To Touch

    Pretty good... Grace and Cole were likeable enough. They both seemed to hold onto their past until the absolute end of the book, which got old after a while.
    The Donovan Siblings series and Tumble Creek series from this author were awesome!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2013

    Shes great

    I love Victoria Dahl's stories. This one did not disappoint. I loved Cole and Grace. Looking forward to Merry and Shane!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2012

    Great Book

    Whimsical and Steady. Great book and excellent writing. Found myself reading it at my daughters soccer practice instead of watching.

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    Posted September 9, 2012

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    Posted January 16, 2013

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