Take a walk down the aisle—western style—with these tales of unbridled love, from a trio of New York Times bestselling authors who know the way to a cowboy’s heart …
The Rancher’s Wedding* Diana Palmer
When a rugged Colorado rancher who’s in the red meets up with a screenwriter-turned-waitress dogged by scandal, they put their talents—and their hearts—together. But will front page news put a damper on the sparks flying between them?
“No one beats this author for sensual anticipation.”
Wind River Wedding * Lindsay McKenna
A sprawling family ranch in Wyoming, or a swanky Hamptons hideaway? A young couple’s future in-laws try to stake their claim on where the newlyweds will live. But these lovebirds won’t be corralled …
“Moving and real … impossible to put down.”
—Publisher’s Weekly, STARRED REVIEW on Wind River Rancher
The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride * Kate Pearce
Between a hen night that goes terribly wrong and a missing wedding dress, a bride-to-be wonders if her plan to marry her longtime bad boy cowboy beau is doomed—and he wonders if his fiancée is avoiding the altar. Will love prevail? …
“Captures the spirit of the West.”
—Booklist on The Maverick Cowboy
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About the Author
The prolific author of over two hundred award-winning bestselling books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multi New York Times bestselling author and voted one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia. Visit Diana at www.DianaPalmer.com
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lindsay McKenna is the pseudonym of award-winning author Eileen Nauman. With more than 185 titles to her credit and approximately 23 million books sold in 33 countries worldwide, Lindsay is one of the most distinguished authors in the women's fiction genre. She is the recipient of many awards, including six RT Book Reviews awards (including best military romance author) and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. Lindsay is affectionately known as “The Top Gun of Women's Military Fiction.” Visit Lindsay at www.LindsayMcKenna.com
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kate Pearce was born in England in the middle of a large family of girls and quickly found that her imagination was far more interesting than real life. After acquiring a degree in history and barely escaping from the British Civil Service alive, she moved to California and then to Hawaii with her kids and her husband and set about reinventing herself as a romance writer. You can find Kate at her website at www.katepearce.com, on Facebook as Kate Pearce, and on Twitter @Kate4queen.
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Cassie Reed wondered why none of the other protesters had shown up at this ranch, where they were supposed to be picketing. At the restaurant where she was a waitress, one of the customers who flirted with her had told her horror stories about this place.
This rancher had three big chicken houses, the cowboy said, and he kept lights on all night so that the poor chickens would be forced to lay over and over again, without rest. It was just sad, he said. So he and some of the other men who worked on ranches near Benton, Colorado, were going to form a picket line and show Big Jack Denton that he couldn't get away with animal cruelty in this small community.
Cassie, who'd recently moved to Benton from a house north of Atlanta, on a huge lake, was shocked that such a thing would be tolerated. Couldn't the cowboy just call the local animal control people? He'd replied that they didn't have one. There was a county shelter, but it was hard to get people to go against Big Jack, who had a reputation locally for his hot temper. So if they picketed, maybe some newspaper or television station would come and do a story and put him out of business. The thought of newspaper coverage gave her pause, but after all, this was Colorado. Neither Cassie nor her father were known here. That was a blessing, after the tragedy they'd sustained.
Her customer, whose name was Cary, said that she could join them, if she liked; they were protesting on Saturday morning. She'd agreed that she'd love to help. Her father had been skeptical, but she'd convinced him to drop her off at the entrance to the ranch. There would be lots of people, she assured him, and she'd phone him when he needed to come and get her. He was off on Saturday from his job at the local farm supply store, where he sold heavy equipment like harvesters and irrigation equipment. He'd gotten the job through an acquaintance. He couldn't go on living in New York City after the scandal. He wanted a change. He'd lost his wife, Cassie's mother, as well as a fabulous, well-paying job. The scandal had cost him. The stigma was so great that he and his daughter had moved across the country in the hope that they wouldn't be hounded by reporters anymore.
His full name was Lanier Roger Reed, but a lot of people would recognize that first name, with the story so fresh. So he used his middle name instead, hoping that in a small town like Benton, he would go unnoticed.
Colorado seemed like a nice place, and her father got along well with Bill Clay, the man who owned the agricultural equipment business. Cassie and her father had found a house and she'd lucked out finding an open job at the town's only restaurant, the Gray Dove, waitressing. It wasn't her true profession, but she had to take what she could get for the time being.
So here she was, several weeks after starting her new job, and she wondered if she'd left her mind back in Georgia. It was insane to be standing out here all alone in the driving rain. Because it was raining. Not only raining, sleeting. Her father had left her reluctantly. She had a coat, but it was better suited for Georgia's warmer climate, not freezing Colorado weather. Winter here was harsher than she'd expected, and her light coat wasn't doing much good. Her fingers were freezing as she carried the homemade sign that read CHICKENS SHOULDN'T BE MISTREATED! Her feet were freezing, too. What had seemed like a good idea in the warm restaurant was looking like foolhardiness in the face of icy winter.
She shivered. Surely the other picketers would eventually show up! Nobody was anywhere around. There wasn't even any traffic on this back road. There was a sign that read DENTON BAR D RANCH, and an odd-looking symbol that was probably his registered cattle brand. No cowboys were in sight, either. Maybe they were gathering eggs in those warm chicken houses.
She paced and marched some more, unaware of a security camera that was recording her every move.
Minutes later, a big burgundy luxury SUV pulled up at the gate and the engine died. The door opened.
A big man in denim and a shepherd's coat with a black Stetson slanted over one eye and big boots peering out from under thick denim jeans stood looking at her incredulously.
"Do you ... work here?" she asked, her teeth chattering as she shivered.
"Sort of. What are you doing?" he asked in a deep, amused voice.
"Picketing! The man ... who owns this place ... oppresses poor chickens!"
He blinked. "Chickens?"
"In his chicken houses," she explained. She pulled her useless coat closer. She didn't even have a cap on her long reddish-gold hair. Her blue eyes met his shaded ones. She wondered idly what color his eyes were, because they weren't visible under the brim of his hat. "He tortures chickens," she continued. "He keeps the lights on all the time so the poor creatures will lay eggs! It's an abomination!"
He pursed sensuous lips and cocked his head at her. "Chicken houses," he said, nodding.
"Who sent you?"
She blinked. "Nobody sent me. This cowboy in the restaurant where I work said a whole group was coming to picket and he invited me, too. He's nice. His name is Cary."
"Cary." Now he looked very amused. "Tall guy, black hair, scar on his lip ...?"
"Well, yes," she said.
He chuckled. "He's my cousin. I gave him the scar on his lip."
Her eyebrows raised. "Your cousin?"
"Yes. And he's known for practical jokes. Although this one is low, even for him," he added, studying her. "Come with me. You'll freeze to death in this weather." He looked around. "You didn't drive here?"
"My dad brought me. Can I see the chicken houses, if I go with you?" she asked, trying to sound belligerent.
He smiled. "Sure. Come on."
She put her sign in the back seat — the letters on it were faded because it was cardboard. She got in beside the man and automatically fastened her seat belt. It was a nice vehicle. Big and fancy, with heated seats and powered windows and a CD player built into the dash.
"This is great," she remarked.
"It's functional," he replied. He wheeled the vehicle around and headed it down the ranch road. "You got a name?" he asked.
"Oh. I'm Cassie," she said. "Cassie Reed." She studied him. He had a handsome face, if a little rugged. Sensuous mouth. Long nose. Square jaw. "Who are you?"
"You can call me JL," he offered.
"This is a big place," she remarked as he sped down the road.
"Thousands of acres," he agreed. "Plus a lot of leased government land for grazing. It takes a lot of cowboys to keep it going."
"Does Cary work for you?"
He laughed. "He does his best not to work at all," he said. "Mostly he goofs off and lies to people."
"Lies to people?"
He slowed as they approached a sprawling brick house sitting in the middle of other widely spaced buildings, including a barn, a stable, a silo, and a metal equipment shed far bigger than the house Cassie and her father lived in.
She looked around, frowning. "Where are the chicken houses?" she asked, surprised.
He chuckled as he pulled up the drive toward the house. "I don't keep chickens," he said. "I run purebred Black Angus cattle."
"But Cary said —" she began.
"Cary was pulling your leg," he assured her.
"How do you know that?"
"Because this is my ranch," he replied. "I'm JL Denton."
She ground her teeth together. She was embarrassed. "Why?" she asked miserably, pushing back a scrap of drenched red hair. "Why would he do that to me?"
"Cary likes a practical joke," he said. He was recalling another of his cousin's jokes, even less funny than this one was. Cary would spill his guts for enough drinks, and an unscrupulous woman had plied him with alcohol to find out enough about JL to come on to him in a big way.
JL had thought he'd found the perfect woman. She seemed to be exactly like him in attitude and politics, likes and dislikes, everything. She had taken him almost to the brink of marriage, in fact, until he heard what she'd said to someone on her cell phone when she hadn't known his cousin Cary was listening.
Cary was heartbroken to tell him about it. He said she was telling a friend that she'd found this reclusive rich rancher, and he was dumb enough to accept her pretense as fact. She'd learned enough about him to mirror his thoughts, and now he was going to marry her and she'd have everything she wanted. She wouldn't stay on this dumpy ranch for long, she added; once the ceremony was over she'd go out to Beverly Hills and get a nice apartment in some fancy building and shop, shop, shop.
It had seemed to surprise her, Cary added, when she turned around and found him standing right behind her. She'd stammered an excuse, and begged him not to tell JL. He'd refused. It was a rotten, low-down, dirty thing to do, he'd said indignantly. And he'd marched right back to JL's ranch to tell him all about it.
JL had been livid. She'd come home that night and he'd met her at the door with her things neatly packed by his housekeeper into two suitcases. He'd asked for the engagement ring back and told her that he wanted nothing else to do with her.
She'd stared at him blankly, as if she feared for his sanity. Why was he doing this, she asked.
Because he knew what sort of woman she was, and Cary had told him what he'd overheard her saying on her cell phone.
She'd countered that she knew what he thought of her family, and she should have broken the engagement when he made that remark about her father.
He couldn't remember saying anything about her father, whom he'd met and instantly disliked, but he'd passed over it. He never wanted to see her again, he added. Cary had also mentioned her opinion of him as a lover, which put his pride in the dirt. He didn't tell her about that. It still hurt too much.
She wanted to talk it out, but he knew he'd cave in and take her back, and she'd stab him in the back. He'd closed the door in her face and she'd left. He hadn't heard anything else from her. Cary had mentioned that he heard she'd gone to Europe to take a job at some winery as a receptionist. JL hadn't paid that remark much attention. It didn't occur to him to wonder how Cary knew it.
The whole experience had warped him. He'd have staked his life on her honesty, but she'd sold him out. He'd never trust another woman. He'd had three months of absolute bliss until Cary told him the truth about his perfect fiancée. Now he was distraught. He drank too much, brooded too much. He'd let the ranch slide, endangering his livelihood. He didn't blame Cary, exactly, but he associated the man with his misfortune, and it was painful to have him around.
And here sat a victim of his cousin's warped sense of humor. She looked absolutely crushed.
"Don't take it so hard," he said. "Cary can fool most people when he tries." He glanced at her as they approached the huge, one-story brick ranch house. "Why did you think I kept chickens on a ranch?"
"I'm from Atlanta," she said, and then flushed because she hadn't wanted to admit that. "Well, north of us a lot of people have chicken houses. I'd heard stories about how they were kept, but Cary said ..." She stopped, swallowed. "I guess Cary knew about them somehow. I'm sorry I picketed you," she added miserably.
He was surprised at how much he liked her. She was vulnerable in a way that most women today weren't, especially in his circle of acquaintances. She had a sensitivity that was rare. "What do you do?"
"I'm a waitress at the Gray Dove restaurant in Benton. Cary comes in there a lot," she added reluctantly.
A waitress. Well, he hadn't expected a debutante, he thought sarcastically. "Cary runs his mouth too much," he murmured.
"Yes, he does," she agreed.
"That coat is too thin for a Colorado winter," he remarked.
She winced. "I guess so. We don't get a lot of really cold temperatures in Atlanta," she added.
He chuckled. "I wouldn't expect it to be that cold in the Deep South," he agreed. He liked her accent. It was a soft, sweet drawl.
"Yes, well, we don't get much snow, either, only very rarely. And then the whole city shuts down," she added with a soft laugh.
He grinned. "I can imagine. We get used to snow because we have so much of it."
He pulled up in front of the ranch house. "Come on in," he said as he swung down out of the SUV.
She hesitated. She'd never gone to a man's house or apartment in her life. Her father and mother had sheltered her. She was an only child and she'd had a lot of health problems through her youth. She'd dated very rarely, and mostly double dates with her best friend, Ellen. She grimaced. She missed Ellen.
"It's all right," he assured her as he opened the door for her. "I don't bite."
She flushed. "Sorry. I'm not ... well, I'm not used to men. Not much."
Both thick eyebrows went up over silvery eyes.
She cleared her throat. She unbuckled her seat belt and held on to the handle above the door so that she didn't fall out. It was a very tall vehicle.
"Shrimp," he mused.
She laughed self-consciously. "I'm five foot seven inches," she protested. But she had to look up, way up, to see his amused smile.
"I'm six foot two. To me, you're a shrimp," he added.
He went ahead of her to open the door. She hesitated, but just for a minute. She was really cold and her clothes were drenched.
"Bathroom's that way," he said, indicating the hallway. The floors were wood with throw rugs in Native American patterns. The furniture in the living room was cushy and comfortable. There was a huge television on one wall and a fireplace on the other. It was very modern.
"Thanks," she said belatedly when she realized she was staring around her.
"I'll see what I can scare up in the way of dry clothes." "We're not the same size," she protested, measuring him.
He chuckled. "No, we're not. But my housekeeper's daughter left some things behind when she came to visit her mom. You're just about her size."
He walked off toward the other end of the house.
She darted into the huge bathroom and took off her coat. She looked like a drenched chicken, she thought miserably. At least the bathroom was warm.
She heard heavy footsteps coming back, and a quick rap on the door. She opened it.
"Here." He handed her some jeans and a shirt.
"Thanks," she said.
He shrugged. "Come out when you're ready. We'll throw your wet things into the dryer."
She had to put the jeans and shirt over her underwear, which was damp, but she wasn't about to take it off and put it in a dryer in front of a man she didn't know. She was painfully shy.
She came out of the bathroom. He called to her from a distant room. She followed the sound of his voice to a sprawling kitchen.
"Drink coffee?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she agreed.
"Give me those." He held out his hand for her clothes. "I'll stick them in the dryer."
He gave them a cursory look, pursed his lips amusedly at the lack of underthings, and took them to the dryer in still another room. She heard it kick off.
He came back in and poured coffee into two thick white mugs. "Cream, sugar?"
"No," she replied, seating herself at the small table against the window. Outside, cattle were milling around a feed trough. "I always drink it black and strong. It helps keep me awake when I'm working. ..." She stopped suddenly. Waitresses didn't work at night in Benton.
He raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question the odd comment.
She sipped coffee and sighed. "This is very good."
"It's Colombian," he replied. "I'm partial to it."
"So am I."
He sipped his coffee and stared at his odd houseguest. He wondered how old she was. She had that radiant, perfect complexion that was common in young women, but she didn't look like a teenager, despite her slender figure.
She lifted both eyebrows at his obvious appraisal.
"I was wondering how old you were," he said, smiling.
"Oh. I'm twenty-four."
He cocked his head. "You look younger."
She smiled. Her blue eyes almost radiated warmth. "Everybody says that."
She wondered how old he was. His hair was black and thick, conventionally cut. His face was strong, with an imposing nose and chiseled mouth and high cheekbones. His skin had a faint olive tone.
He chuckled. "Sizing me up, too? I have Comanche ancestors."
"I thought Comanches lived in Texas and Oklahoma," she began.
"They do. I was born south of Fort Worth, Texas. That's where my mother was from. My folks moved back here when I was ten. The ranch was started by my great-grandfather. My grandfather and my father had some sort of blowup and Dad and Mom left when I was on the way. I never knew what happened. Dad lived on the ranch, but he didn't own it. My grandfather held the purse strings until he died, and even then, he left the ranch to me instead of my dad."
"That must have been hard on your father."
"It was. They never got along." He smiled. "I missed Texas when we came here. It's very different."
"I love Texas," she confessed. "Especially up around Dallas. There's a place called Dinosaur Valley. ..."
"With thousands of bones," he added with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes. I've been there. My father was trained as a paleontologist. He taught at a college in Dallas."(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
THE RANCHER'S WEDDING,
WIND RIVER WEDDING,
THE COWBOY LASSOES A BRIDE,
The Second Chance Rancher Teaser,
Wind River Protector Teaser,
The Snow Man Teaser,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Take a walk down the aisle—western style—with these tales of unbridled love, from a trio of New York Times bestselling authors who know the way to a cowboy’s heart. This anthology was perfect for anyone who loves cowboy romances! The authors in this anthology are the best in the biz and it shows. I loved each story and highly recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
Three really good well written western stories that once I started this set I was not putting down until I finished reading them. There is The Rancher’s Wedding* Diana Palmer, Wind River Wedding * Lindsay McKenna, and The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride * Kate Pearce these stories have there own merits. I know I will be rereading these stories. I received a copy through Net Galley and I am voluntarily reviewing them. I recommend this set.
3 books in one! Who doesn't love 3 books in one?! All are easy, quick, sweet reads. And all were HEA! Loved them all.
This is a great new town and a whole new cast of characters. Cassie and JL were both vulnerable and found that true love really will win in the end. I can't wait to see what adventures the people of this little town in Colorado are up to next. This story made me laugh and cry, any book that accomplishes both emotions is a hit in my world!! Thank you Diana Palmer for another great book!!
The Cowboy Lassos a Bride by Kate Pearce. 4 stars. A novella that returns you to the Morgan Ranch. You get to revisit characters from previous Morgan Ranch books as Sam is finally convinced to marry HW. A number of mishaps along the way lead them to their HEA. As to be expected, this book is funny, sweet, and sexy. Once again full of family and friends that show nothing but love loyalty, and support. I just wish it was longer. I also read Diana Palmer's, The Rancher's Wedding. I would give this 3 stars. I had never read her work before. It was an interesting combination of a contemporary tale with an old fashion western feel. I voluntarily read and reviewed the Advanced Reader Copy received from Kate Pearce via NetGalley.
This is a voluntary review of an advanced copy. This is really one book with two novellas which is nice if you have been reading the series. I enjoyed the first book, and have read most of the Wind River series so this was fun to see where Maud and Steve come into the story, but the last part with Sam and HW, I was kind of lost as I have not read any of that series. While I enjoyed the Rancher's Wedding by Diana Palmer, there were a few times that I felt Cassie was way too quick to forgive JL, and I was really glad when Cary got his just rewards for the cruel way he treated JL. Wind River Wedding was a great back story to see Maud and Steve when they first married and their backgrounds. I might have liked Cowboy Lassoes a Bride more if I knew all the characters, but I did not and was kind of confused with all the different people. All three had great HEA and that is what is the best part!
2.5stars This is a bundle of three different stories about getting mary to cowboys. The only one that I truly enjoyed to read was the last and seeing HW and Sam get married. I loved to see al the Morgans and everyone enjoying and working together in this cute novel. And only because of that story there is such a high rate. The second was for me disaster I jumped through it leaving sentences and pages. I don't get the story about so long engagement with nothing special happening. The first one is a story about innocence, if it wants for the humor I couldn't read it. Everything was just to perfect but it was way better than the second. I volunteered to review an ARC of this book for Netgelly
Kate Pearce's excellent short story, Cowboy Lassoes a Bride is the only one worth reading in this anthology and I'm really sad about that. I have never read anything by Diana Palmer or Lindsay McKenna and I was really looking forward to it. Now I can say I will never look at their titles again. Diana Palmer's Rancher's Wedding was an OK story but it had so many errors in it. It started out with a promising opening scene that was a really different way to start a love story and it just never tugged at my heart. Maybe her other stories are better. Lindsay McKenna's Wind River Wedding was definitely a looking back to the beginning couple. But it was a "telling" story not one experienced with the characters. She told us what happened and I found I wasn't invested in it. When you read a short story, you should hunger to read the series it's set in when you finish the story. I didn't with either of these tales. Kate Pearce gave us a truly stellar story. We got to share in the lives of the Morgan family we have come to love. We care about the characters and are pulling for the wedding to happen. We even get laugh out loud moments like Sam being arrested for being "loud & obnoxious, and fondling public property"! Some bachelorette party she had! I am delighted Kate gave us another peek at this special family. A copy for this book was provided to me for an honest and voluntary review.
I received a free advanced copy of this book from NetGalley.com. This is my unbiased and voluntary review. This is a collection of three stories from three different western romance writers. THE RANCHER’S WEDDING Kudos to Diana Palmer for tackling the spat of false accusations against Conservative men like the ones against Judge Kavanaugh. Producer, Lanier Roger Reed, was falsely accused of sexual harassment by a women who wanted his job. The SJW harassed his family so viciously that his wife committed suicide. He fled NYC with his daughter, Cassie, a successful script writer, to Benton, Colorado, leaving everything behind and now struggling to make a living. JL Denton, is a wealth rancher, who has been in a funk, since he found out that his fiancée was a fake, who was only after him for his money. They meet, when Cassie is the target of a prank by his cousin Carey. Neither is looking for a relationship, just friendship, but they seem to be made for each other. But will Cassie have the courage to tell JL the truth of her history before he finds out on his own? I love that Cassie is an innocent with a morality that is not usually found in romance novels and that she was living in Atlanta (me too). As all of Palmer’s stories, the characters are endearing and the plot engaging. My favorite quote, which everyone needs to remember is “… we should never judge the past by the morality of the present. You have to judge by the morality of the time period.” WIND RIVER WEDDING I have not read any of the Wind River Ranch books, so really could not relate to this “backstory” of Maud and Steve Whitcomb. Having lived through the time period described, I was not impressed with the feminist movement then or now. The dialogues were rather strange, with the author trying to relate information to the reader, but already known to the other character. THE COWBOY LASSOES A BRIDE Kate Pearce is one of my favorite western romance writers and I love the Morgan Ranch series. This story is about HW finally convincing Sam to marry him and the tumult leading up to the wedding. This novella is a must for all who have enjoyed the rest of the series.
The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride by Kate Pearce – 5 stars. I requested a copy of this anthology from NetGalley solely because I wanted to read and review Kate Pearce's story. My rating is based on that one alone as real life stuff has kept me from having the time to read the other two. I've read all of the books in the Morgan Ranch series, and loved them, so I couldn't wait to get my eyes on this one. While I think you will still enjoy this story even if you haven't read the other Morgan Ranch books, I urge you to at least read The Bad Boy Cowboy first. It's the story of how HW and Sam first get together. HW Morgan has been the bad-boy of this series but he finally met his match in Samantha (Sam) Kelly in The Bad Boy Cowboy. I loved that story so much and I couldn't wait to read about their wedding trials and tribulations in The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride. HW is so afraid that Sam is going to leave him just like his mother did so it wasn't difficult to guess what kind of situation might crop up in this story. What was fun about it though, was waiting for the "thing" to happen and not knowing when it was going to happen. This story was such a fun read. I really enjoyed visiting with all of the characters from previous books. Everyone in the extended Morgan family is so supportive of each other, even when they don't always see eye-to-eye. Reading such great family stories helps me to escape from the stress of everyday life. I'm looking forward to reading more stories set in the world of Morgantown. The Second Chance Rancher, coming in late May, kicks off a new related series called The Millers of Morgan Valley and I'm ready to read it! A review copy was provided by the publisher via NetGalley but this did not influence my opinion or rating of the book.
Marrying My Cowboy is a collection of 3 cowboy stories by different authors. Having enjoyed the Morgan Ranch series by Kate Pearce immensely, I couldn't wait to get my hands on this story. Overall, I loved The Cowboy Lassoes a Bride which is a great addition to the Morgan Ranch series and cannot wait to read more. As for the other 2 stories, while their names are familiar, they are still new to me authors. The Diana Palmer story had a lot of inconsistencies and I never really got invested in the characters. Very little spark. With regard to Wind River Wedding, this was obviously a prequel to another series and it left me more confused than interested.
Marrying My Cowboy Three novellas in one volume providing fun reading for everyone...if you like weddings and cowboys, that is. I will say that it might help if you have been reading the series these stories are part of because my favorite is the one that I have read most of the books previous to this story. THE RANCHER’S WEDDING by Diana Palmer Cassie Reed and her father have “disappeared” to get away from media attention. They are making the best of things though transplanted to a completely different world. Cassie meets JL Denton due to a prank his cousin plays and then the two get to know one another better, begin to like one another, have ups and downs and eventually find a way to have their happily ever after. Entertaining though Cassie is a bit Victorian in her outlook and thus this is a very tame story. (3 Stars) WIND RIVER WEDDING by Lindsay McKenna I have a feeling this is going to be a hit with those who have read more of the Wind River Valley series than I have. I am not sure who Maude and Steve are but know they come before the books I have read and since I don’t remember the books well am left wondering if they do achieve their goals and have a family and if so...are their children genetic or adopted. This is a fun story but fairly linear in the telling and left me wondering what happens at the end of the story and in the decades between this story and the ones I did read. (3 stars) THE COWBOY LASSOES A BRIDE by Kate Pearce This series I am invested in so I thoroughly enjoyed it! I have met all the Morgans and their mates and had fun finding out how Sam and HW finally get hitched...tie the knot...are wed. There are definitely surprises and problems and a few things for them to overcome but they do finally get their HEA ending and it was definitely worth waiting for. (4 Stars) Thank you to NetGalley, Kate Pearce and Kensington-Zebra for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4 Stars
My review is for Kate Pearce’s “A Cowboy Lassoes A Bride”. If you haven’t read the previous novels in the series, you may be lost! I highly recommend reading the other novels in the series first. This is a novella focusing on the marriage of HW and Sam. Anything that could go wrong, does. From the moment HW proposes, to the bachelorette party, the missing wedding dress, and then the missing bride everything seems to go wrong! Although it’s highly entertaining, I think I would’ve taken that as some sort of omen and called the whole thing off! But love prevails and the Morgan clan rallies together to give HW and Sam their dream wedding. It was nice to catch up with the Morgan’s! I read a gifted copy and all opinions stated are my own.
Three Halmark type romance stories with a dude with a cowboy hat. Nothing wrong with that. My favorite was by Kate Pearce because it was a part of her Morgan Ranch series of which I am a fan. "A copy of this book was provided by Kensington Books via NetGalley with no requirements for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion."
This is an anthology of 3 novellas featuring cowboys. They are all remarkably written. The last two stories are continuations of series by their authors, but can be read as a stand-alone story. The pace of each story is wonderful and the characters are well developed. If you like cowboy stories and HEA this is a marvelous read.
This book is a series of 3 novellas by authors known for their cowboy stories. If you have read Ms. McKenna’s Wind River series, as well as Ms. Pearce’s Morgan Ranch stories, their stories are extensions of the series. I especially enjoyed THE COWBOY LASSOES A BRIDE, by Kate Pearce. Having read and enjoyed the Morgan Ranch stories and in this case, The Bad Cowboy I knew this wedding story would be special. Their original book centered around HW Morgan , a professional rodeo cowboy and Samantha Kelly, an army vet whose injuries devastated her not only physically but also emotionally. Now that they finally have decided to get married, things don’t go as plan. Will Sam change her mind and leave HW feeling abandoned once again, or will they finally find their HEA? Diana Palmer’s story, The Rancher’s Wedding, is quintessential Diana Palmer. Strong older male rancher, and naive/innocent younger woman. Both cautious and not looking for love. Add some drama in all the stories, and you have three novellas that will entertain you in an afternoon of leisure. I was entrusted this copy by Netgalley. The opinions expressed are solely my own.