Any other socialite would view being packed off to a remote Oregon ranch as a punishment. But Gracelyn Riley knows that this is her opportunity to become a real reporter. If she can make her name through an interview with the elusive hero known as Striker, then she'll never have to depend on anyone ever again.
Rancher Trevor Cruz can't believe his secret identity is being endangered by an overly chatty city girl. But if there's one thing he knows, it's that Gracie's pretty little snooping nose is bound to get her in trouble. So he'll use her determination to find "Striker" to keep an eye on her and stick close by her side.
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Harney County, Oregon, 1918
Obsession was the way in which madness lay.
Despite that annoying truth, Gracelyn Riley couldn't stop scanning the train platform for Special Agent Striker as she disembarked. People bustled everywhere, stirring up dust. Nearby, a mother held her toddler close while passengers crowded around her. Boards groaned and voices rose as people scattered, looking for their luggage and rides.
The whistle shrieked a warning to those lagging on the platform. The train had stopped briefly at this desolate Oregon county station before continuing on to California.
Gracie had hesitated traveling to this vast and untamed land until she'd learned Special Agent Striker lived here. He was the only reason she could endure going to a place as dreary as this. Though her parents considered traveling alone unsafe, even in these modern days, the threat of influenza loomed larger than their worries and prompted them to send their only daughter west. Had the fear of grippe not been so severe, her parents would surely still have her strapped to their sides.
Once she'd learned Striker made his home here, her plans changed. She'd finagled the promise of a coveted position as a staff writer with the Woman's Liberator if she could procure an interview with the elusive agent. Sweet independence was within her grasp.
Unfortunately, she didn't see among the passengers anyone who looked dangerous enough to be the mysterious Striker.
She stood on the platform until the crowds thinned and the train rolled away on a cloud of steam. Squinting, she turned a slow circle. Though several wagons parked nearby, they all looked full and their drivers busy.
Where was her ride?
Gathering her things, she walked to a bench situated outside the station door and sat. Her trunks remained inside. No doubt when the driver arrived, he'd go in and retrieve them. In the distance, mountains jutted into a never ending sky. Sparse landscape surrounded her.
She shuddered and pulled Jane Eyre from her Dotty bag.
A shadow fell over her. "Ma'am, is this seat open?"
She looked up. The man beside her waited for an answer. With the setting sun behind him, the broad brim of his cowboy hat shadowed his face and hid all but his straight nose and strong chin.
"Yes, it is." The bench at the other end of the platform held a family whose kids shrieked and laughed. Smiling, she moved to the side for the stranger. She remembered seeing him on the train, a lone figure in a back seat. Aloof and unapproachable.
Some exotic, spicy scent filled the air as he sat, and she slid him a look. He was rather handsome, though not in the way she was used to. This man wouldn't fit in at a fancy Boston dinner party. His broad shoulders and tanned skin spoke of a ruggedness to which she was quite unaccustomed. These attributes intrigued her.
What did he do for a living? For the first time since embarking on this wretched trip, her fingers itched to jot down observations on the small pad of paper she always kept nearby.
The stranger must have felt her scrutiny because he took his hat off, placed it in his lap and eyed her in return.
A jagged scar traveled from above his right brow, down his cheekbone to the hairline near his ear. Striker was also rumored to be scarred, though she'd not heard of where in particular. No doubt Striker bore many evidences of his heroic feats. Her gaze traced the puckered skin on the stranger's face. Perhaps she should've felt embarrassed to have been caught staring. But after the emotional upheaval of being forced to leave home and left to flounder alone on a loud, smelly train, the tiny flicker of interest flaring within caught her by surprise and loosened her tongue.
"How do you do, sir?" She held out her hand in the way she'd lately observed others from the barren West do.
He didn't shake her hand. Instead, one thick black brow rose.
Gracie struggled to keep the polite smile on her face as she withdrew her unshaken hand. Shame flooded through her. So much for skirting her gentle upbringing. She fiddled with the folds of her dress suit.
The stranger's gaze was dark, his eyes shards of obsidian. His strong jaw emphasized narrow cheekbones while that wicked-looking scar slashed angrily across his features. Not a face as perfect as Hugh's or Father's, but overall, quite an interesting study. He stared at her in such an odd way, cold and intent. Her throat clenched.
Say something. Anything.
"This grippe outbreak is horrible, isn't it? My parents are sending me to stay with an uncle until the influenza clears up," she blurted.
His scar crinkled with his forehead but he still said nothing.
"I don't mind the trip, though," she continued, "because I've heard Special Agent Striker has been spotted in Burns several times."
"You heard wrong."
He had a wonderful voice. Deep and masculine. Warmth spread across Gracie's face. "I'm quite sure I have not heard wrong, sir. My sources are reliable. I assume you're familiar with Striker and his many feats?"
The man's mouth compressed into a thin line. "Do you usually hold conversations with strange men? Don't have much common sense, do you?"
"Sir, I'll remind you that you sat beside me. I have plenty of common sense, thank you very much." Her shoulders stiffened. "And I do have protection."
"Who?" The stranger made a pretense of looking around, then he pinned her with a dark look.
"God protects me."
"God." The stranger's eyes glinted. "If someone snatched you right now, no one could stop him."
Interesting words. Gracie peered more closely at him, determined to find out more. "If you're referring to Mendez, the notorious kidnapper of women, I must inform you Striker will finish him for good. He's from the West," she added.
"No, Striker. He enforces the Mann Act of 1910 by chasing down kidnappers and criminals who perform evil deeds." Also known as the White Slave Traffic Act, it had been established to keep women from being transported across state lines for immoral purposes. "My uncle's home is near Burns, a town Striker is rumored to frequently visit. I'm hoping for an exclusive interview designed to prove his honor." And to jump-start her career.
"Honor?" The man beside her snorted. "From what I hear, the man's a skilled assassin."
"Rumors." Her lips clamped tight.
His fingers steepled. "You haven't heard of the Council Bluff skirmish?"
The fiasco had made only a few papers back East. Government officials didn't want the public to hear how the innocent died during a routine raid of an outlaw's hideout.
"Striker did what was necessary. He would never kill in cold blood."
The stranger's mouth twisted. "But, they say, that is exactly what he did."
"There's an explanation." Gracie clutched at the pocket in her skirt where she'd placed her news articles. "I intend to prove it."
She forced herself to relax and took a deep breath. A subject change was in order because she did not intend to argue with a stranger. Not about her beloved Striker. "Where are you heading, sir?"
He studied her, and she thought he might continue in the controversial vein, but he didn't. "I've been out of town on business, but I'm heading back to Burns. The name's Trevor Cruz."
"I'm Gracelyn Riley, of the Boston Rileys who came over years and years ago." She paused for breath before continuing. "That is quite the scar you have. Do you mind telling me what happened?"
When his eyes slit into narrow cracks, a sense of foreboding crawled down Gracie's spine. Perhaps it was a painful story and her question intruded on his grief. Mother's voice echoed in her mind: Always asking questions. Try to pretend to be a lady for once.
Mr. Cruz's expression cleared. "Got it when I was twelve, cutting some barbed wire for a fence. I sliced it wrong and the wire snapped up and got me right there." His finger rubbed the scar lightly. "Guess I was lucky not to lose my eye." He shrugged. "Never met a lady interested in my scar."
"Perhaps because it makes you look dangerous. In a good way," she added, not wanting to further offend him.
Her gaze lit upon his scar again and she frowned. "It's such an evil-looking scar that I rather thought something horrendous must have happened for you to get it. Something besides being cut with barbed wire."
"I'm sorry my scar is not more exciting for you, Miss Riley Gracelyn."
Had she spoken aloud? A horrible heat rushed through her body.
"That's okay," she stuttered, unable to meet what would surely be a disapproving gaze. If only her uncle would arrive. She searched her surroundings. The family was leaving and the approaching dusk whittled their shapes into shadows as they climbed aboard a wagon.
Two tethered horses waited at the edge of the platform. Their harnesses tinkled every few minutes with their movements and the sound reminded her of music. She turned to Mr. Cruz, hoping to distract him from her rudeness.
"Do you enjoy the music of Joe Oliver, from New Orleans? My father says he wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Oliver becomes known as the king of jazz, he's that good. Jazz is lovely, much better than classical, don't you agree?"
"I prefer the outdoors, ma'am."
"You do not enjoy music, Mr. Cruz?"
"Not jazz or classical. I like natural sounds."
"Oh, yes, nature's music. Do you mind explaining?" Might as well enjoy the conversation because there was no escaping the scourge of her thoughtless tongue.
Mr. Cruz's eyes bored into Gracie. Her chest constricted. This man affected her in quite a strange manner.
"I'm not articulate. You'd have to hear it to understand." His lips curved into a wry smile. "You're young."
"I am only twenty, it's true." She held his gaze. "But perhaps I understand your meaning."
Mr. Cruz's eyebrow rose. Did his raised brow mean he invited more conversation?
"I'm well acquainted with the sounds of nature. Before dawn I like to walk down to the ports. The fog is often thick and when I first reach the docks all I hear is the water pushing and lapping against the wooden posts. Then, slowly, the world awakes. Seagulls call to each other, high, piercing shrieks." Feeling faintly encouraged by the steady attention he gave her, she continued. "The sounds of fishermen drawing up nets and shouting orders drift to me. And the sun slices through the fog like a blade through fine silk. On those mornings, I am certain God is much more than the boring entity talked about in stuffy, silent churches. I am certain He's beautiful, and that He sings through his creation. Is this like the music you mean?"
He jammed his hat back on his head. "I was referring to nature, not God. Do your parents know you go out in the mornings like that?"
Bristling, she lifted her chin. "Mr. Cruz, must you keep talking as if I'm a child? Does it really matter what they know about? The point is, God made nature and we see His glory through it. If you enjoy the sounds of nature, you're really just enjoying an aspect of the character of God."
That annoying black brow of his arched again. Then he leaned back and tipped his hat over his face, as though dismissing her.
"Miss Riley," he drawled. "I don't believe in God."
A shocked gasp escaped Miss Riley's lips and for a moment Trevor thought he might be given the gift of silence. No such luck.
"Oh, Mr. Cruz!" From beneath the rim of his hat he saw Miss Riley's thick-fringed eyes widen. "How lonely you must be."
Trevor's jaw clenched. Time to stop being drawn in by her big brown eyes. He stood up, shoulders stiff.
"I think I'll get a paper. Pleasant meeting you, Miss Riley." He walked to the station's entry, turning back only once to see her staring after him, sympathy twisting her soft features.
Was he going to have to put up with her for months on end? He couldn't believe his senior partner, Lou Riley, had agreed to let his niece stay with them. And then he'd sent Trevor to check her out and make sure she wasn't followed back to the ranch.
Trevor bought a paper in the station and then returned outside. Miss Riley bent over a book and didn't appear to notice his exit. Quickly he turned on his heel and claimed the bench newly vacated at the other end of the depot. He cast Miss Riley another glance once at a safe distance.
A mass of flowing, dark hair covered her profile as she read. He groaned, wishing Lou had sent him on business anywhere else but here.
Truth was, he'd rather run the risk of contracting influenza than have to deal with some shallow socialite spouting nonsense about her nonexistent God. And there was her interest in Striker.
He settled back and opened the paper. It was unfortunate this Miss Riley knew so much about Striker's whereabouts. Maybe something had been leaked to the papers. He thumbed through but found nothing except a small paragraph focusing on Mendez's latest foiled kidnapping attempt.
His mouth quirked.
Mendez didn't have the success rate he used to. The knowledge almost made him happy. Almost, but not quite, because on the train a grizzled man had caught Trevor's attention. Though the man pretended to look out a window, Trevor had felt his perusal.
The watcher had looked familiar, the stink of an outlaw settling about his person.
Trevor rubbed his chin. The man had gotten off at an earlier stop, but that didn't keep his suspicions from being raised.
A clatter diverted his thoughts as a well-used wagon rolled up to the platform. Finally. He grabbed his traveling bag and sauntered over.
"'Bout time, old man."
"Stock got out." James, Lou's cowhand, among other things, grunted and took the satchel from Trevor. He nodded toward the station. "That the girl?"
They turned to look at Lou's niece. She must've seen James's arrival because she hesitantly picked her way toward them. Probably reluctant to believe she'd be riding in a wagon, if he had to venture a guess.
"While she's getting settled I'll grab some water for the horses," Trevor told James.
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Gracelyn Riley's parents send her off to her uncle's ranch in Oregon when influenza hits Boston hard. Being an independent thinker and wanting to make her own way, she sees this as an opportunity to track down the illusive "Striker", get an interview and make a name for herself as a journalist. What she doesn't count on is falling for Trevor Cruz and the Oregon territory. Trevor works closely with her uncle and causes feelings to stir in her as never before. Trevor thinks Gracelyn needs to be a little less chatty, especially about God and "Striker". Despite that, Gracelyn tugs at his heart like no one else ever has. Keeping his identity a secret is paramount so a future with her cannot be. But Gracelyn is loaded with determination and won't stop until she's found "Striker". This was a very good and interesting read. The setting is in 1918 so you have a story with a mix of horses and cars along with telephones and indoor plumbing which I found quite interesting. I enjoyed getting to know all the characters. I especially liked Trevor. He was rough and rugged but had a tenderness to him. Gracie was a full-of-life lady who came from high society but loved the freedom that Oregon brought. She was definitely a non-conformist but also tried to stay true to what the Lord required of her. It was her faith that made a difference in Trevor's life. One thing that stood out was that we can't blame God for the things people do. A very good point. Unfortunately people do. Love on the Range has some action, some suspense and a thoroughly enjoyable ending. You also learn a little about the origin of the FBI. A thank you goes to Harlequin who provided me with this complimentary copy through Netgalley for my review.File Size: 480 KBISBN-10: 0373829140ISBN-13: 978-0373829149Print Length: 286 pagesPublisher: Love Inspired Historicals (April 1, 2012)
I find myself very polarised about this book. On the one hand, I enjoyed the gist of the story, the characters and the narrative voice. On the other hand, I often found myself incredibly insulted by the religious messages that it was pushing. I¿m going to start with these.Gracie, the heroine, is a devout Christian who sees God¿s hand in everything. That¿s fine, especially considering that this is set in the early 1900¿s. But as soon as she discovers that the three male characters on the ranch do not share her beliefs she is shocked and tries to sway their opinion with some God babble. This clearly shows that Gracie has no respect for their beliefs ¿ or lack thereof as the case may be. Even more frustratingly, the story goes down the path of ¿atheists don¿t really not believe in God ¿ they do believe in Him, they just hate Him¿. That¿s Gracie¿s epiphany about Trevor, the hero. This stance annoys me to no end. If you don¿t believe in God then you can¿t hate Him because you don¿t believe He exists. I¿d really like to read a story where the religious and irreligious learn to see eye to eye without either giving up on their core beliefs, but I have yet to find one where both characters don¿t end up Christian.There¿s a question at the end of the book:7. Uncle Lou doesn¿t talk about God or seem interested in Him. Do you know people like that? What makes someone uninterested in God? Is there a sensitive way to share faith with a person like Lou?Yes I do ¿ in fact, I know more people who aren¿t interested in God than who are. I¿m uninterested in Him because I¿ve read enough of the Bible to know that I do not believe it to be divinely inspired. There are sensitive ways to share faith with people like Lou, like me, but this author does not manage to get anywhere close. Instead, she ¿ through Gracie - is condescending and does not even try to look at things from the atheist¿s point of view. She just pities them for not having her God in their life, not being able to turn to Him in their times of need. This annoyed me so much. I find it incredibly insulting. This is such a shame because when the story actually focused on the plot ¿ Gracie¿s desire to meet her hero, Striker, and Trevor¿s determination to keep his alter ego from her all while exploring their budding attraction ¿ I really enjoyed it all. But God always came back when you least expected Him. It got to the point where I was seriously tempted to skip whole portions of the story because of this. Instead I just allowed myself to get irritated.The story itself was fairly transparent. As soon as Mendez, Striker¿s enemy, and his means of crime are mentioned, it¿s obvious how things will pan out at the climax. Most of the story focuses on Gracie discovering life in the Oregon desert ¿ very different to the busy socialite existence that she was leading in Boston.I enjoyed her evolution from shallow, annoying Gracie to a much more rounded, better grounded Gracie. The location was also perfect and very vividly drawn. Setting it all against the backdrop of the deadly Spanish flu allowed the author to keep the small number of characters very isolated, which worked in the story's favour. Even how Gracie was trapped in an existence she didn¿t want by her over-bearing but well-meaning and old-fashioned parents lent an interesting side to the story as they prevented Gracie from really finding her own two feet. She would practically become another character around them: very quiet, demure and submitting to their wishes, however unwillingly.Trevor was my favourite character. I liked how he had to battle the horrors of his past in order to be able to get to the point where he could accept the happiness offered to him in his present.In all, I ended up with two conflicting feelings about the book. I suspect that it will really appeal to Christian readers, but as an atheist, I ended up feeling insulted by its religious message and its treatment of the topic. I wish the author had kept religion out o
Review:Love on the Range Jessica Nelson 4 STARSA Good relaxing read about a bad time in history. It must have been scary seeing all the deaths from the Spanish influenza.Gracelyn is from a rich old family Boston who are sending her out west so she won't get the flue. Grace only agreed to go because she found out that the goverment spy Striker lives out their and if she can interview him she will get a full time reporter job. She wants to be independant.Her parents also arrainged a mairrage for her even though she has told Huge she does not want to marry him. Told parents that she does not want it. But they even annouced the engagement in the newspaper. Her parents stopped her writing articles for a newspaper. Want her to spend lots of time sewing. Father does not think women should work or vote.Grace does not know her Uncle Lou because her father and him don't get along. At the train station she meets Trevor and talks his ear off. Then she is surprised he works for her Uncle and has a small house on his ranch.Her Uncle Lou besides Trevor has James and Mary.Mary was the first woman Striker rescued from kidnapper and has been hiding out on the ranch from him since. No one talks about Striker what he looks like or lives that knows him or guesses who he is. Grace has heard about the women he has rescued and builds him up and has a crush on the idea of him.Lot of people think Striker is bad because he has killed a lot of bad men that the goverment wanted,while rescuing the women.They don't want Grace to go to town to ask more questions about Striker.I really enjoyed this story did not have to worry about swearing or sex scenes and look forward to more books from JessicaI was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley04/03/2012 PUB Harlequin Love Inspired Historical
This is a keeper! Fun & action packed while true to the time period, this story will keep you reading to the end! I Loved it!
I really enjoyed the characters in this short historical, set in eastern Oregon's rugged high desert in 1918. Gracie is an engaging heroine - lively and a little outspoken for a young woman of her day, but also endearing with her quick, tender heart. Consumed with finding the elusive government agent "Striker," Gracie faces challenges and truths about people that test what she's really made of. She finds herself growing away from sheltered, pampered socialite and into a young woman of grace and strength. Trevor is also an intriguing character, a hero with great balance of inner angst, flaws, and noble strengths. I enjoyed getting to know Gracie and Trevor and watching the way each of their lives were changed by their unlikely friendship--which included a "proper" but healthy dose of chemistry. I enjoy a love story in which people not only find love, but also find things like healing, grace, courage, and deeper faith in God. Overall, this was a very sweet, enjoyable romance.
Gracelyn Riley has lofty ambitions for her life. She wants to become a newspaper journalist, but even more, she wants to interview the dazzling FBI agent Striker, who's adventurous tales keep appearing in the Boston newspapers. When she heads to Oregon to stay with her uncle during the Spanish Influenza pandemic of 1918, she sees this as her perfect chance to find, interview, and declare her love for the mysterious Striker. There's only one problem: her uncle won't let her do any investigating on Striker. Her uncle's strictness would of course be because he already knows who Striker is and is trying to protect Striker. So Gracie wiles away the fall season, choring and trying to investigate, and realizing that she's falling in love with the handsome ranch hand, Trevor Cruz. Who also happens to be Striker. I enjoyed this novel. It's has a determined heroine and equally determined hero, and boy does that determination lead to some sparks along the way. A cast of interesting minor characters also make the story rather delightful, and it has an ending that I didn't completely inspect. All in all, if you're looking for a fun western with a touch of adventure and a lot of spunk, then you've found a great book in Love on the Range.
Gracelyn is sent west to live with her uncle due to a bad out break of influenza. Gracelyn was not very happy about being sent away but once she found out that she was heading to the same area the mysterious special agent “Striker” is believed to be living she grows excited to find him and get an interview so that once she returns east she can get a job as a reporter and not have to live by her parents rules. Trevor work at Gracelyn’s uncles ranch and when Gracelyn keeps trying to find Striker he realizes he is going to have to keep an eye on her so she does not find out who he really is. The more he is around her though the more he starts to think about having a family yet his past could stop all that. Plus with a bad guy wanting revenge he has to focus on keeping her safe not falling in love. This was a great book I really enjoyed it. It had a good mixture of romance and suspense to keep it interesting. This is the first book by this author and I hope it’s the first of many! What I liked: I really like Gracelyn. She was a rich girl but she was willing to work plus she was just fun to read about. He mouth was always getting her in trouble which results in a few laughs. Trevor was also a interesting person and I felt his character was well developed. I also found the storyline dealing with the early FBI quite interesting. The supporting character such as her uncle and James where fun and I kind of hope maybe they will be back in some other books. What I did not like: I was hoping the suspense part of the plot was going to be a little more exciting and I felt a little let down with how that part ended. I also have to say the cover photo of Trevor is not at all how I pictured him. Not that it matters of course.
Posted on Romancing the Book's blog Reviewed by Ursula Review Copy Provided by the Author Love on the Range is an inspired and clean Christian romance. Gracie is a naive and pampered socialite that is sent to stay with her uncle in Oregon to avoid the flu pandemic sweeping the nation. While she is naive and pampered, she is sweet and accepting of others. In the beginning, she comes across as snobby, the way she ‘assumes’ certain things about people due to first impressions and appearances. Luckily she gets over that early on in the story, with the help of Trevor Cruz, her uncle’s right hand man. Trevor has been through more than most men twice his age and has a lot to overcome. He wants a normal life, a wife and kids; but there are things he has to take care of before he can even consider any of these things. Unfortunately, Gracie has a way of making him feel things he isn’t quite ready to feel. The story is a good one and I enjoyed it very much. Gracie was a bit irritating at the beginning, but I think it was important that she was so you can see how she’s grown by the end of the story. I love the interaction between Uncle Lou, Mary, Trevor and Gracie. The dynamics between them all work well together. Other than Gracie’s petulance in the beginning, the only thing that I found boring was the constant mention of the elusive Striker; the government agent that was a ghost…Gracie’s desire to find him gets old. I think the story would have worked just as well if Striker wasn’t her single minded focus throughout most of the story. The Christian theme is strong but not overpowering. Miss. Nelson did an excellent job of intertwining Christianity, history, struggle for women’s rights and an unlikely romance. I would enjoy reading other books by her.
Love on the Range by Jessica Nelson Gracie Riley wants independence. She is the only child to a wealthy Boston couple. Gracie lives the socialite life at home but has a spark of adventure in her. Her parents shocked her by announcing her engagement to Hugh even after she had refused. Now she has a new goal...find Special Agent Striker, interview him and become a reporter for the woman’s magazine. If she can earn a living on her own she could break out of her gilded cage. Opportunities door just opened for her as well through the influenza outbreak. She is being sent to her Uncle Lou's in Oregon and he lives near Burns, the town where the latest reports of Striker sightings have been. Gracie finds her task much harder when she arrives, seems the town wants to protect Striker. Trevor Cruz lives and works on the ranch with Lou but they work together on more then ranching. When Lou's nosy niece comes to the ranch asking all types of questions about Striker he fears she will stir up more then she realizes. Mendez is in the area, an outlaw who kidnaps women and sells them. Mary is hidden out on the ranch after being rescued from Mendez and the last thing they need is Gracie to bring him to their front door. A unique story. Gracie believes herself to be in love with Striker and her need to find him is fierce. Yet she finds herself being pulled toward Trevor. The story gives a glimpse of what the reality of an epidemic could have on people...losing friends and family to it. The danger's of the wild untamed lands and the fight for women to be heard...and to wear trousers. I really enjoyed this book. It had unique heroes and heroines and of course it had it's villains as well. **Received through NetGalley for review.
Fresh, New Voice! I've recently finished debut author Jessica Nelson's recently released Love Inspired Historical, Love on the Range. Set during the flu epidemic of the early 1900's, a young socialite sets out for the West to make a name for herself by finding an elusive lawman, Striker, to interview. She hopes by securing an exclusive with the man both rumored to be a child-killer and the savior of kidnapped women, she would earn a position at a prominent paper and live her life as she pleased, instead of marrying a complete bore at the request of her parents. I thought Jessica's voice was quite fresh, the pacing of her scenes just right (except the almost-kissing scenes--you really could have dragged those out, for my sake), and her hero appropriately hunky. In fact, the thing I liked most about this book was the hero. Most everything he said was summed up in five words or less, which I thought was quite funny. The heroine would be blabbing and she'd ask a question and get a "Yep" or a shrug, or scowl...okay that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it made him real country-like and a stark contrast to her Boston upbringing. He seemed to have a slight temper too, which I thought added a bit more depth to his character. All male heroes can't be patient and understanding all the time, right? Don't worry; it never got out of hand. I also enjoyed the history that was woven into the plot. The influenza epidemic that was killing people off by the truckloads, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation were both quite interesting elements. I hadn't realized the Bureau was established as such that early in history. It's always fun when you learn something new from a fiction book! I'm sure we'll be seeing more titles from Ms. Nelson!
This book was a delight to read. The opposite personalities of the two main characters provided plenty of spark. And if you like a spunky heroine, you won't be disappointed with Gracie. She delivered some lines that had me laughing out loud. With a little humor, suspense, and lots of romance, this book has it all.
Review:Love on the Range Jessica Nelson 4 STARS A Good relaxing read about a bad time in history. It must have been scary seeing all the deaths from the Spanish influenza. Gracelyn is from a rich old family Boston who are sending her out west so she won't get the flue. Grace only agreed to go because she found out that the goverment spy Striker lives out their and if she can interview him she will get a full time reporter job. She wants to be independant. Her parents also arrainged a mairrage for her even though she has told Huge she does not want to marry him. Told parents that she does not want it. But they even annouced the engagement in the newspaper. Her parents stopped her writing articles for a newspaper. Want her to spend lots of time sewing. Father does not think women should work or vote. Grace does not know her Uncle Lou because her father and him don't get along. At the train station she meets Trevor and talks his ear off. Then she is surprised he works for her Uncle and has a small house on his ranch. Her Uncle Lou besides Trevor has James and Mary. Mary was the first woman Striker rescued from kidnapper and has been hiding out on the ranch from him since. No one talks about Striker what he looks like or lives that knows him or guesses who he is. Grace has heard about the women he has rescued and builds him up and has a crush on the idea of him. Lot of people think Striker is bad because he has killed a lot of bad men that the goverment wanted,while rescuing the women. They don't want Grace to go to town to ask more questions about Striker. I really enjoyed this story did not have to worry about swearing or sex scenes and look forward to more books from Jessica I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley 04/03/2012 PUB Harlequin Love Inspired Historical
Love on the Range by Jessica Nelson ISBN: 9780373829149 Gracie has arrived by wagon and will stay with Uncle Lou. He has a ranch in Oregon and his housekeeper is Mary. Trevor who picked her up at the station is also watching Mary to be sure none kidnap her or do worse. Gracie has escaped the disease in the East and hopes to meet the notorious Mr. Striker as she's written some articles for publication. She can't believe they don't really pray at meals or go to church so she will tag along with Mary when she meets up with friends on Sunday. Gracie did get in the back of the wagon and hitched a ride to town to find out if anybody knew where Striker was. The Government is also looking for him. She is beside herself when her parents show up with a guest before Christmas. She is still trying to find out more about Striker but she has also done some other investigating not business matters. Gracie is very opinionated and likes to have her freeedom of speech and dress and it's sometimes getting her into trouble by voicing her opinions and doing things not normal for woman of her station. Trevor talks to her of God and thinks she can understand the way he feels about that. Now there is another mystery to solve, it just never ends... Love tale of the government and talk of how the FBI first started out. Really enjoyed the ranch live and hidden secrets and other mysteries.