The Ranger and the Redhead

The Ranger and the Redhead

by Lynna Banning

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19th Century American West.

Rescued by a ranger...Kidnapped by Indians, Charlotte Greenfield thinks her life is over. Yet when a Texas Ranger comes to her rescue, she soon discovers it has only just begun!

Rugged Will Bondurant sees her not as a buttoned-down schoolmarm, but as a vibrant woman with a passion for adventure--and for him!

Meeting every challenge their westward trek throws at them, Charlotte's fire and determination warm Will's troubled heart. But Will is unaware of Charlotte's biggest secret, one that leads to danger, and could easily destroy the fierce bond they share...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426809033
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 11/01/2007
Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #773
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 426,054
File size: 208 KB

About the Author

Lynna Banning combines a lifelong love of history and literature into a satisfying career as a writer. In the past she has worked as an editor and technical writer, and has taught English and journalism. An amateur pianist and harpsichordist, Lynna performs on psaltery, harp, and recorders with two medieval music groups and coaches ensembles in her spare time. She lives in Felton, in the Santa Cruz Mountains, with two cats and a very nervous canary.

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Ranger And The Redhead (Harlequin Historical #773) 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is another overdone girl-wears-boys-clothes tale that everyone is too blind to notice the heroine has boobs. It was a struggle to read. Took me two months. I not only saw numerous incoherent sentences, but many similes that were awkward and silly sounding. Not only did the amateur writing jerk me around, but I found much of the dialogue and many other things--too many to mention--not believable or corny. Here's a few. Five Feathers' spit on Will's knife was unlikely to cause a serious infection. I'd rather believe dirt, sweat and Will's own hands as the real culprit. They drank a heck of a lot of coffee. Trust me, no woman who's been sweltering in the heat for days then sits in a smoke-filled tepee is going to smell sweet. This author isn't the first to use the unbelievable thinking-about-sex-while-dangerously-ill or about-to-die set-up. (P. 15, Will has fought Five Feathers and won. He's helping Charlotte onto a horse while Five Feathers watches, yet they're still unsure they'll get out of the encampment alive.) `Then he noticed her eyes again, and the spit went right out of him. They were a soft, dark gray, almost black, and the expression in their depths made him hungry for something he couldn't even begin to name.' Hmm. I bet I know what he was thinking, and it wasn't buttered mash potatoes. After reading the first fifteen pages, I knew the story was in trouble. Later in the story, past numerous more unbelievable stuff, at Chili's cabin, they have sex with Chili's dead body laying on the front porch. That always gets me in the mood. (The pathetic love scene could've been left out. It did nothing for the story.) Unless you have a bur in your pants, no one is going to feel anything through denim. And I have a feeling no woman other than an amazon can just toss a horse saddle onto her shoulder and walk away without breaking a sweat or her back--(p. 196) I always love it when characters don't notice something yet have the ability to recount the entire incident. (p. 226 Will and Charlotte are goo-goo eyeing each other over a table at the hotel dinning room. Will tells the waitress to close the kitchen door on her way out. `The woman shot a glance at him, but he didn't notice. Neither of them noticed. They were engrossed in each other. She (the waitress) did as he asked.' Now, if they didn't notice anything, they wouldn't know if the waitress closed the door or stripped naked. (P. 229) Charlotte refers to certain persons as "white trash", which is totally out of character for a woman whose religious convictions would expect her to have compassion for other less fortunate than her. After all, isn't that why she went West to teach Indians? The Luis situation was poorly played out. At times I was unclear whose pov I was reading. By this time I'm reading just to see the next unbelievable thing or convoluted sentence I could pick apart. When I finally finished I was exhausted.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All of her bopks have been good read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago