Welcome to Hope Falls where three enterprising young females are accepting applications for husbands-for-hire. With one woman already snagged, Lacey Lyman is one of only two remaining. No one really catches her eye until a handsome hunter arrives. Will Lacey find a way to bag her prey? Determined to investigate why Hope Falls’s mine collapsed, Chase Dunstan poses as a potential husband and a hunter, giving him the perfect excuse to poke around inside and outside of town. If only he could get the chatterbox Lacey Lyman off his trail. Can he keep his cover while solving the mystery of the mine?
About the Author
Kelly Eileen Hake received her first writing contract at the tender age of seventeen and arranged to wait three months until she was able to legally sign it. Since that first contract a decade ago, she’s fulfilled twenty contracts ranging from short stories to novels. In her spare time, she’s attained her BA in English literature and composition, earned her credential to teach English in secondary schools, and went on to complete her MA in writing popular fiction.
Writing for Barbour combines two of Kelly’s great loves—history and reading. A CBA bestselling author and member of American Christian Fiction Writers, she’s been privileged to earn numerous Heartsong Presents Reader’s Choice Awards and is known for her witty, heartwarming historical romances.
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Tall, Dark and Determined
Husbands For Hire-Book 2
By Kelly Eileen Hake
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2011 Kelly Eileen Hake
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Colorado Territory, June 1887
Dead men told no tales, but jailbirds sang aplenty. Chase Dunstan knew Braden Lyman, victim of a mine collapse, couldn't be telling anything. Problem was, no one else gave details about the accident, leaving too many questions about how—and why—those men died. The property sold with ungodly haste.
Only a need for answers brought him to the jailbird, a man foolish enough to miss their rendezvous four days and three counties back. Getting thrown in a cell didn't excuse failure.
"What did you find out?" Chase waited while his quarry paced the small room, still not responding. He waited while the other man drank a dipperful of water and almost choked. A dry throat and slippery nerves made anything hard to swallow, and the man before him dealt lies thick enough to block a bison.
But Chase knew what all good trackers knew; waiting was the longest part of the hunt. So he tested his patience against his fellow man instead of an animal until Robert Kane faltered.
"You're not going to like it." When Kane finally spoke, Chase didn't so much as shift on the hard wooden seat he'd chosen. "That much, I can tell you plain and simple."
"That much, I already knew when I found you in a cell." Chase allowed a thin thread of amusement to reel in his prey.
"And left me here to rot." Kane kicked the wall to vent his frustration and regroup. "You could've posted bail, us being brother-in-laws 'n' all." His grumble died out when he looked up and caught Chase's unblinking gaze. Robert Kane possessed no shame—but he boasted some degree of self-preservation.
"Your brother's marriage makes you no relation of mine." If the scriptures say a man leaves his mother to cleave to his wife, surely that includes his no-account half brother. Chase eyed Kane. "He was a good man, so for both your sakes, I hope you found some information worth my time."
He made no direct mention of his sister. Laura had seen enough hardship at the hands of their own family without allowing Kane's oily thoughts anywhere near her. There were worse reasons to send Kane to Colorado than to keep him away, but only one better. Details about the death of Laura's husband—and the mine collapse to kill him—hadn't been forthcoming.
The settlement the mining outfit gave Laura to make up for the loss of her husband wouldn't last a year. Chase would have taken the matter to Lyman, the partner he'd dealt with when working as a guide for that same outfit early on, but Lyman went down in the collapse, too. Chase's suspicions deepened when the surviving partner sold the town in record time and vanished.
Since then the only mention of Hope Falls came through a ludicrous ad folded and still tucked in his back pocket:
Wanted: 3 men, ages 24–35.
Must be God-fearing, healthy, hardworking single men with minimum of 3 years logging experience.
Object: Marriage and joint ownership of sawmill.
Reply to the Hope Falls, Colorado, postmaster by May 17.
The thing must serve as some sort of code. But if the mining company was involved and covering something up, they might recognize him. Chase Dunstan couldn't go poking around Hope Falls. But Robert Kane held the anonymity and logging background to head out there and look for answers.
Kane also had the bone-deep idiocy to botch it.
"If the information's good enough, will you get me out of this cell?" No longer pretending any sort of kinship, Kane began bargaining for freedom he didn't deserve. "Because I don't have to tell you anything, Dunstan. As long as I'm behind these bars, it doesn't matter to me what happens in the world beyond them."
"You're bartering with what already belongs to me." It wasn't a question. Chase didn't ask questions he already knew the answers to unless trying to appear unthreatening.
"You don't have the information; it doesn't belong to you." Kane spread his hands in offering. "It's simple business."
"Business finished when I saved your backside from that posse stringing you up for fraud. Try again." He stood up.
"The past doesn't concern me. Right now I need to know—"
"You can stay out of reach behind those iron bars. Or I can get you out and show you firsthand my opinion of men who fail me. Either way, you'll tell me what I want to know. Your only choice, Kane"—Chase leaned forward—"is how."
"All right, all right." Kane glanced at the bars as though afraid they might vanish. "Can't blame a man for trying."
Yes he could, but Chase didn't waste the breath.
"The mine collapsed—you can see where it used to be, how the mountain sort of fell in on itself and crumpled." Words started pouring from the prisoner—and lucky for Kane, they were true so far. Chase had circled close enough to confirm the collapse for himself just after hearing about the tragedy.
"And the ad that got your hackles raised?" Kane started to get to the good stuff. "Sure enough, there were four women running that town. They dangled the line that three of 'em wanted husbands to keep control over the loggers."
"Four women run the town?" Chase ran the pertinent detail to ground. "The ad made it seem as though three owned it." If any of them do, and it's not some elaborate hoax.
"Four. Claimed that together, with the one's fiancé, they'd bought up the town and wanted to convert it to a sawmill. They chose a site and cleared it, brought in an engineer, interviewed everyone, and divided them into work teams. It's just like the ad said, Dunstan." Kane smirked. "Those women weren't ladies—no lady puts out an ad like that, and no man with half a brain would believe it. Course, most of those loggers didn't own half a brain, so they were fooled into hoping for pretty wives in the wild. Could almost see why—the gals meant business."
But what kind? Chase kept the question to himself and asked another. "Who's the fiancé—the man they claim owns Hope Falls?"
"Don't remember." Kane looked chagrined—or at least as chagrined as he could look, which meant he looked afraid of displeasing Chase. "But he was in bad shape—bedridden. The man giving orders went by Creed, if that helps. He arrived after most of us, and it looked like he only knew one of the women."
"No." Chase didn't know any men by the name of Creed, which was too distinctive to forget. Then, too, any man planning on being front and center running the town would have established his status from the start. Some truth ran through the old saying men were dogs—when it came to dominance, neither animal left room for questions. "The name of the fiancé. Now."
"I can't remember." Kane started talking fast. "Adam? Brian? Something like that. He was fiancé to one of the Thompson sisters and brother to the girl I had my eye on."
"Word is you had more than your eye on her, and you got caught." Chase cast a glance around. "Was she a widow?"
"No, a miss." Kane scowled. "Now there was a girl who didn't belong in the backwoods, Chase. All done up in bows and fluff, looking like a lady when she wasn't, putting on airs as though she owned the place. The type to lead a man on but kick up a fuss when he got close—she's the reason I'm stuck here."
"Her name." Not a question; a command.
"Lacey, though I doubt it was real." Kane looked ready to go off on another long-winded speech about the temptress.
"Surname, you fool. She should share it with her brother."
Chase sucked in a sharp breath at the answer like a hound drawing in scent for the hunt. "The brother's name. Braden?"
Kane snapped his fingers. "Yep. That's it. Stuck in the doctor's bed."
"Why?" Chase had to be sure.
"Mine collapse, they said." Kane hadn't known any names going in, so whatever he came up with wouldn't be half-truths drawn from his own twisted conclusions.
Chase narrowed his eyes as he left the jailhouse. A rangy wolfhound abandoned its post in the shade to lope alongside him. There could be no doubt—Braden Lyman lived. This gave rise to a slew of new questions. Was the one man in Miracle Mining whom Chase had trusted involved in its collapse? Did the real Braden Lyman still own Hope Falls? And if both answers were yes—why?
Because despite what Kane told him, Chase knew one thing: an attempt to conceal a sabotaged mine is still more likely than three good women advertising for husbands in the wilds of Colorado.
* * *
Hope Falls, Colorado Territory, 1887
So this is how it feels to be wrong.
Lacey Lyman abandoned the laws of ladykind to gnaw on her nails. Of course she'd been wrong before—one didn't reach the advanced age of eighteen without a few token mistakes. But this wasn't always-talking-too-much wrong or even clashing-bonnet-and-dress wrong. She shuddered at the last one, but it still didn't come close to the current situation. No. This counted as nothing less than best-start-swooning wrong.
Creed, the man they trusted enough to make head of operations, had just dangled another logger by his suspenders in some sort of fit over a single coin then rushed out of the kitchen. Normally, that would be odd. Just now, it was ungentlemanly to abandon ladies in such alarming circumstances.
An all-out brawl was taking place beyond the swinging doors of the kitchen, where twenty or so loggers pummeled each other. Some defended the honor of whichever woman caught their eye, some tried to prove their masculinity, and a small cowardly number simply defended themselves. But there was no escaping the fact that, to a man, they clashed in competition over herself and the three friends she'd talked into coming West. The rain hadn't stopped in hours, so they didn't even take their fight outside the diner like somewhat civilized mountain men.
Even worse, it was all her fault.
"Oh, hush." Evie jabbed her with an elbow, although that might have been an accident. The newly built storeroom Lacey dragged them all into hadn't been made to house four women amid its shelves. "It's not all your fault, and you know it."
Lacey shot her friend a sharp look before realizing Evie couldn't see it. In addition to space, the storeroom also lacked a lit lantern. Nor did it share the warmth of the stove, which had made the kitchen much more inviting until a pair of loggers came flying in from the fight and hadn't gone back.
"Then whose fault is it?" she demanded, stung by the way her friend emphasized all as though, indeed, Lacey bore the lion's share of guilt. If Evie thinks I'm to blame, she could at least show the decency to be agreeable about it!
A jumble of answers bounced around the tiny space all at once, but Lacey caught who'd said what in an instant. They'd been through too much not to know each other's voices and the thoughts of their hearts by now. Tangled together, they went: "Creed!" The loudest burst from Evie, who'd been fighting the rugged stranger for weeks—mostly because she was fighting an attraction to him. About an hour ago, Evie ran out into the rain, distressed over a callous comment made by one of the men. Creed followed, but obviously failed since Evie came back alone.
"Braden!" The most vehement came from Cora Thompson. Evie's sister and fiancée to Lacey's own brother, Cora had every right to blame Braden. He'd convinced them to invest in a Colorado mining town then destroyed everything by falling victim to its collapse. But when word of his miraculous survival surprised them in Charleston, Cora didn't think twice. They all moved to Hope Falls only to hear Braden denounce them as fools.
Lacey brightened at the fact that if it weren't for Braden, none of them would be here at all. Truly, it was all her brother's fault. The world made sense once more, and—
"All of us!" The longest and fairest answer came from Naomi Higgins. Her elder by nine years, Lacey's cousin observed, "We all invested in Hope Falls as a mining town, and nobody forced us to come here when things changed."
Three women shifted uncomfortably in tight quarters. Whether Cora and Evie moved to ease a sense of shame, Lacey couldn't be sure. But she suspected they, like herself, found the quiet truth in Naomi's answer too compelling to ignore.
Except ... a sort of needling sensation in her chest wouldn't let Lacey accept Naomi's answer. She wanted to. Oh how she wanted to, but Lacey had a gift most people never suspected. Not an astounding talent. She simply ... remembered things. If she heard them or read them, Lacey could repeat them years later. Not precisely word for word, but with surprising accuracy.
Surprising because, when she most needed to, she couldn't pay attention. Life offered so much. Color and sound, textures and tales, sparkles and sensations forever calling her away from the moment ... So people never imagined Lacey could remember.
But she did, and right now Lacey was remembering a conversation from when they'd still believed Braden dead. Mere weeks past, it seemed a lifetime ago.CHAPTER 2
Lacey took a deep breath. "Hope Falls can be saved."
"Towns don't have souls, and even if they did, Hope Falls would be the exception." Cora all but spat the words. "There's no redeeming it. No eking anything worthwhile from it now."
"Without ore, nothing can sustain the town," Naomi agreed. "That's not true. What Hope Falls now lacks in ore, it more than makes up for in another valuable resource." For once in her life, she didn't let everything rush out all at once.
This time Lacey needed them to ask. Investing time and thought would bring them a little closer to agreeing to her plans. She suspected she wouldn't be able to taste anything for a month, but kept her tongue between her teeth. Literally.
"What resource?" Evie spoke up for everyone. "Trees!" She almost bounced in her enthusiasm. "The San Juan Mountains are absolutely covered in the lumber New England lacks. Even better, we have railroad access to meet the demand."
"You're proposing to turn a mining town into a sawmill?" Disbelief tinged Evie's tone, but interest sparked. "How?"
"We'd need to buy up the surrounding land, but if looking into selling our property has shown anything, it's that we can get it cheaply. Then it's a matter of labor." Lacey hesitated.
"Hire men, you mean." Naomi raised a brow. "Setting up a sawmill is an expensive venture. You'll need investors."
"Or husbands." Lacey winced at the way she blurted it out. "Never!" Cora jumped to her feet. "We won't travel there and make our home without Braden. I won't have it!"
"If we let Hope Falls die"—Lacey tried to be gentle—"we've lost the last part of Braden we could have kept alive."
"But marrying another man—" Cora shook her head. "I can't." "I anticipated that. But the rest of us can marry." Lacey's hopes faded at the shock painting Naomi's and Evie's features. "Husbands provide protection and legitimacy."
"Preposterous. Absolute lunacy." Evie stood beside Cora, shaking her head. "Finding investors, perhaps. But binding ourselves to complete strangers over a sawmill? Never!"
It took all of two moments for the scene, fluid with sights and sound, to unroll in her memory like a bolt of watered silk. Silken memories binding her to her own mistakes ...
* * *
He'd overplayed his hand. Corbin Twyler knew it the moment he saw Creed with the square luck token he'd lifted off that body six months back. Seemed as though he'd been on the run since he shot Granger and claimed the self-righteous fool pulled his gun first.
Yes. Nothing but bad luck since then. That's why he'd put the token in the pot. After Kane's mischief made every man in Hope Falls suspect, Twyler had to get rid of any hint of bad luck or incriminating remembrances. They came through the Game, and the Game would help him pass them on to another player. Surely the time drew near for Twyler to win once more.
Why else would a man keep on playing? What use was the challenge of living if a competitor never moved ahead? The Game taught a man patience, how to read small tells and anticipate another player's next move, all for the sake of winning.
And while he'd overplayed, Twyler hadn't lost this hand yet. So he asked himself, how would Creed move next? How quickly? And how could Twyler get the goods—and the last laugh?
* * *
Funny thing about mistakes, Lacey reflected less than an hour later, they travel in groups. Become familiar with one, and all of a sudden a girl finds herself besieged with a slew of them.
The gun pressed to her temple brought the realization she might not have the opportunity to meet with any more mistakes. Of course, nothing less than a pistol at point-blank range would convince Lacey to let herself—or her blue worsted wool—be dragged through the muddy mountainside in a frigid downpour.
This, too, was all her fault.
And none of her friends were around to tell her otherwise. No, all the other women remained safe and dry in the kitchen, most likely unaware that Lacey should have returned with those peppermint sticks by now. How horrifying, the idea she might not even be missed while a crazed criminal kidnapped her.
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I read the first book and found the first 30 pages extremely repetitive. Why repeat they same exact events as in the end of the first book? Then the scene where the cougar attacks Lacey and the long drawn out interaction with Chase goes on for God knows how many pages. I thought the first book was repetitive but this book is even worse! This book needs some serious editing. I hope I can force myself to finish the book. I hope the author finds a good editor.
Welcome to Hope Falls where three enterprising young females are accepting applications for husbands-for-hire. With one woman already snagged, Lacey Lyman is one of only two remaining. No one really catches her eye until a handsome hunter arrives. Will Lacey find a way to bag her prey? Determined to investigate why Hope Falls¿s mine collapsed, Chase Dunstan poses as a potential husband and a hunter, giving him the perfect excuse to poke around inside and outside of town. If only he could get the chatterbox Lacey Lyman off his trail. Can he keep his cover while solving the mystery of the mine? I have to start this review by stating that I couldn't finish this book. I managed to get about 70% through it before I stopped trying to get interested in it. For whatever reason, this novel couldn't capture my interest at all. The premise did, but not the story-telling itself. I found the first five chapters of the book are very confusing. It felt like the author introduced too much information at once. For those of us who haven't read the first book in the Husbands for Hire series, it was a lot of information to take in. I didn't feel like the motives and stakes were enough to compose any kind of conflict (again, I didn't read the first book in this series, so that might be part of the problem). I'm still not sure why the hero needed to solve the mystery about the mine collapse. Since he isn't any kind of sheriff, and only a ranger, it didn't make too much sense to me. The story almost makes you think, by the way it starts off, that he is in law enforcement. But he's not. To be honest, those first five chapters were so confusing that my head spun trying to digest the story. Too much happened way too fast. In addition, tension-filled scenes that the author clued us into as an important moment were cut off before the very events took place that the author built up to. Those moments were completely skipped, then the event itself appeared only in passing dialogue, merely telling us what transpired. There were also moments where this story would stop in a scene, take us to another scene, then several chapters later it would take us back to the the scene where we left off. By that time, I'd forgotten about that scene! Again, the beginning of this novel introduced way too many characters. The novel held far too many view points, as well--some that held no significance to the plot. The characters, overall, didn't strike me as memorable. In fact, the ones that truly stuck out in mind were Lacey's brother and his fiance. Other than that, nothing in this story held my interest. I know that Kelly Eileen Hake is a skilled writer, so I'm not sure why this novel came out the way it did. It could be a combination of several things that meshed together. I really wanted to enjoy this novel, but I couldn't. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Barbour Publishing, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
Tall, Dark and Determined is the second story in the Husbands for Hire series by award winning author Kelly Eileen Hake. Maybe if I had read the first book, I wouldn't have felt so lost throughout Lacey Lyman's story. She and her four friends are seeking to rebuild Hope Falls after the mine collapsed, which nearly killed her brother. They post an ad for husbands who can help turn the town into a successful sawmill. The men arrive by the dozens, but none of them catch Lacey's eye. But then Chase Dunstan arrives in town. Only he's not looking for a bride; he's looking for answers. His brother-in-law was killed in the mine collapse, and He stays on at Hope Falls as the ladies' hunter in the hopes of finding out the truth behind the mine collapse. But his investigation is always interrupted by the troublesome and talkative Lacey. I can only give the book two stars. The point of view switched so often, and not just between the main characters. It created a dizzying affect to an already unclear story line. I struggled through the book until I hit about Chapter 25, and even then, I wasn't all that engrossed in the book. The characters have potential, but I never felt like I got to know them, or relate to them. Lacey is really big on her independence and her capabilities as a woman, but she complains a lot about men - the proverbial, Typical man, he . I found the whole thing excessive, and it bordered on offensive for me. Chase wasn't much better with his gender assumptions. The book also has a lot of description about food preparation. However, it isn't woven seamlessly into the story. While educational, it just served to drag the already slow story down even further. Either leave this one on the shelf, or just check it out from your local library. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 25.
Wanted:3 men, ages 24-35.Must be God-fearing, healthy, hardworking single men with minimum of 3 years logging experience. Object: Marriage and joint ownership of sawmill.Reply to Hope Falls, Colorado, postmaster by May 17Braden Lyman convinced 4 women to invest in a Colorado mining town, Hope Falls. When the mining town suffers a tragic mine collapse, leaving Braden himself a victim now bedridden, the town itself is on the verge of collapse. The women who were in Charleston at the time, rush back to Hope Falls after learning Braden has miraculously survived, it's only to hear him denounce them as fools. Lacy, Braden's sister convinces the women that despite the mine collapse, she has an idea that could help the town recover. She proposes turning the mining town into a sawmill by buying up the surrounding land, but they need to hire men - and they need investors - or husbands and that is where the idea for the ad came into play. Little did the women imagine that these men would show up in person to apply not only for the job but for potential husbands as well.Chase Dunstan, has tracked one of his former brother in laws, Robert Kane, to a jail cell to learn about his own brothers death in a mine collapse that left his sister, Laura now a widow using what little money there was as a settlement to start a new life. He has to know the answers to the reasons behind the collapse, the way it was handled afterward, what current plans pushed Braden to stay in Hope Falls and what did any of this have to do with the incredible ad. He believes that there is more to this collapse than what he knows and sets out to investigate in Hope Falls, when the ad arrives in the paper looking for experienced logging men/husbands. Might just be the perfect way to get to know the owners of the town and look for clues to what might have happened to his brother in law.When he arrives in Hope Falls, Chase sees men being forced on to the train against their wishes to go. He also sees a man, Granger, who he used to work for three years back working as a guide through prospective timberland higher in the Rockies. Having Granger here in Hope Falls, the claim they're trying to build a sawmill gains credibility. Grangers know lumber like no other family in North America. But why were the men calling him Creed? These men were the rough customers who insulted ladies and brawled in the streets, and now caught fighting were being ordered to leave town on the next train out of Hope Falls.What exactly was really going on in the town of Hope Falls and just what did the ladies behind the ad have to do with it all? You'll have to pick up a copy of Kelly Eileen Hake's novel, Tall, Dark and Determined to find out. This is the second book in the Husbands for Hire series and draws an interesting parallel on the mail order brides idea. This book does have a confusing start, but once you iron out the details of who is whom, you're off on a really great adventure. At times, it seems the story is a bit faced paced and I found myself going back to re-read parts of it again to clarify what I had missed. I would have preferred to see this one slow down a bit because the premise behind it all was a great reason to draw my initial interests in.I received this novel compliments of Barbour Publishing and Net Galley for my honest review. Being a huge fan of the western romance genre I was hoping for a bit more than I got. However, I am determined not to give up on this series just yet. I rate this one a 3 out of 5 stars and look forward to picking up the first book in this series, to see if I may have missed something that would have aided me in understanding the story of these characters more.
Review:Tall, Dark, and Determined by Kelly Eileen Hake 5 starsLacey is smart, stuborn, good shot, wants to learn, young lady. I enjoyed her fighting for women's rights.Decoy is a big well trained wolf hound. Wish my dogs as well trained.Chase is looking to find the truth about the mine collasp, his brother's death the hurried sale of the mine and town. He is one of the best trappers,hunters around. He is quite and strong and willing to protect the women of the town.The town of Hope Falls was a mining town and when the mine collasped killing most of the miners. One owner hurried sold the town and left.Lacey was an investor of the mine and the town. She lived back east and when she thought her brother Braden Lyman was dead, then finding he survived but very injured. Lacey came up with a plan and talked her cousin, her brother's fiance and her sister to invest and go live in Hope Falls.Lacey decided that to save the mining town to open up a saw mill. Lace bought out her brothers partner in the mine and town. Bought all the land she could and then wrote an ad saying. Want three single men with experience in logging to marry and start a saw mill and be part owners of the mill.Two dozen men showed up in town for the prospect of marrying a rich wife.In the previous book I believe Evie fell for Creed and now they wants to marry.Evie's sister Cora Thompson was Braden's Fiancee. Braden trapped in bed tries to break up with Cora and send all the women back east. Cora is not letting Braden off the hook on marrying her.Naomi was the oldest at 27 and Lacy's cousin.They all agreed with Lacey's plan and were looking for men to help then and marry them. Lacey just turned 18, So could get controll of her money, with Braden hurt badly she took controll over his property, Sold their family home to move to Hope Falls to save the town and help her brother get well. Women at the time could not be property owners. They were not paying the loggers for their help. They provided good food and the chance to marry one of three women and become part owners of the mill.I enjoyed reading of about the four women who came to a mining town and were going to own and turn it now to logging town. Would love to read more books to find out what happens next in Hope Falls.Its a clean and old fashioned romance novel. I was given this ebook to read in exchange for honest review from Netgalley.
TALL,DARK,AND DETERMINED by Kelly Eileen Hake is an interesting inspirational historical romance set in Hope Falls. It is book 2 of the "Husbands For Hire",while it can be read as a stand alone, you really need to read book 1 first in order to understand the story better. See "Rugged and Relentless". "Tall, Dark, and Determined" is the story of Lacey Lyman and Chase Dunstan. Lacey is one of the women who owns Hope Falls and is one of the two women left looking for a husband.She is a chatter-box,when nervous,her brother owned the mine and was in a mining accident. While,Chase poses as a possible husband,and a hunter,he is the friend of one of the other women's fiance. He is really on the hunt to find out why the Hope Falls mine collapsed and his sister's husband was killed. Believing Lacey's brother may have had something to do with the collapse,he finds Lacey is more than she appears. "Tall,Dark, and Determined" is a story of love,forgiveness,determination,longing,danger,and faith. Received for an honest review from Net Galley and the publisher. Details can be found at Barbour Publishing and My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews.RATING: 4HEAT RATING: SweetREVIEWED BY: AprilR,My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews
Let me begin by clarifying that I LOVED book 1! its as though Hake rushed through this book. The character development for both Lacey and Chase was done with half measured efforts. So much time was spent catching the reader up from book 1, and not a cohesive summary, mind you, and the plot regarding Chase's intensions so blank and one dimensional, that by the time the book got good you were on the last chapter! Lacey and Chase's relationship isn't plausible (I really don't see them lasting their own honeymoon), and why bother to write about Braden and Cora if you're not going to develop the story? Book 1 was SO good, I was sorely disappointed in the lack of substance in book 2. Not sure I should continue the series :(
I couldn't put it down. It was a good book with lots of comedic relief.
Hope Falls is a small town in the middle of nowhere that was purchased by four female friends. Starting out as a mining town, a collapse in the mines killed many and injured Braden Lyman - the supposed owner and "boss" of the town. His fiancée, Cora, and his sister, Lacey, along with Evie, a friend, and Naomi, Lacey¿s cousin, raced to Hope Falls and basically took over. What they are trying to do is turn Hope Falls into a logging town. In the first book in the series, a flier went out looking for loggers, as well as three god-fearing men for marriage opportunities. Unfortunately, far more than three men ended up answering the ad, and now the logging community is filled with men who are vying for the young women's attention. In the first tale, one man became what you might call a foreman of the town. He goes by the name of Creed and came to Hope Falls looking for his brother¿s killer. While doing so, he fell in love with Ms. Evie. In Book II, a hunter, tracker, and all-out rugged man is after the truth. He lost a brother-in-law in this so-called mine collapse, and he wants to know what exactly happened and whether this "accident" was actually a murder. Chase Dunstan is his name, and when he enters Hope Falls he comes upon Creed, who he has worked with before in the past and knows that his real name is Jacob Granger. Dunstan has no idea why Creed has covered up parts of his past, but when the lid is taken off, so to speak, Evie still wants him for marriage while the other girls want her to hold off and see what else Creed/Granger may be hiding. Lacey Lyman and Chase Dunstan are the focal point, however, as they begin to work together to find the truth and uncover things that Lacey¿s brother, Braden, has also been hiding. Complete opposites, Lacey and Chase find themselves stuck with each other¿s company; and, while trying to find a way to deal with the other¿s odd personal traits, they also must fight the attraction that grows between them. The plot is cute and charming, with a little mystery thrown in for good measure, and Chase Dunstan is certainly the type of rugged male any girl in the middle of nowhere would like to come upon, but to be honest, the best character is Dunstan¿s cool dog, Decoy, who loves protecting Lacey and her pink-feathered wardrobe from preying cougars. Quill says: A normal romance with no real surprises, but a good read for a rainy Saturday afternoon.