"A stirring romance blooms amidst danger in the Wild West"
Reviewed by Monique Daoust
Posted December 26, 2017
Romance Historical | Romance Western
In the spring of 1876, Houston Legend was moments away
from
marrying his childhood sweetheart, Becky Golden, when his
life
fell apart because of one bullet: Becky was shot and
killed as
the wedding ceremony started. But what finally undid
Houston
were the secrets she had kept from him. A year later,
Houston's
father Stoker confides in his son that the Lone Star
Ranch, the
Legends' homestead and livelihood, is in financial
trouble. To
make a long story short, Houston will have to marry Till
Boone's daughter Lara and agree to raise her seven-month
old
daughter Gracie as his own. Houston reluctantly accepts,
but
when he learns of Lara's circumstances, he vows he will
make
things right for her. The only thing Houston asks for is
that
his wife be kind.
THE HEART OF A TEXAS COWBOY is so fantastic and such an
emotional read, that before the end of Chapter four, I had
tears in my eyes. Linda Broday sure knows how to spin a
tale!
Her exceptionally vivid descriptions of nineteenth century
Texas brought a whole world to life, and I felt as if I
had
experienced that cattle drive to Dodge City, but
thankfully I
did not, because unlike our heroes, I don't know if I
would
have had that kind of fortitude. My goodness, I never
fully
realized what a hard life our forefathers lived and how
brave
the women had to be! Houston and Lara had both been
betrayed in
the harshest way, and how I empathized with poor Lara; she
is
so resilient, so determined to be a good wife to a man she
doesn't even know. Houston is my kind of hero:
protective, but
kind and understanding, and that sort of man is a rare
occurrence, even in fiction.
The characters are vibrantly portrayed, they have
incredible
depth, and felt real to me; I couldn't wait to see Lara
and
Houston happy, that justice be done, and see that infernal
cattle drive succeed, and that everybody came out of it
alive.
My heart broke at seeing Houston and Lara walk on
eggshells
around each other at the beginning, feeling sorry for a
marriage neither had asked for, hoping against all hope
that
they might be able to grow to love each other, and when
that
sublime moment happens, I think I felt as much joy as Lara
and
Houston did. The ending elicited cries of "Yes, yes, yes!"
on
my part; I was ecstatic! THE HEART OF A TEXAS COWBOY is
absolutely amazing! What grand storytelling!
SUMMARY
Three Brothers. One Oath.
No Compromises.
The MEN of LEGEND The Cowboy One bullet is all it takes to shatter Houston Legend's
world. He swore he'd never love again, but with the future
of the Lone Star Ranch on the line, he finds himself at the
altar promising to love and cherish a woman he's never met-a
woman whose vulnerable beauty touches his heart. All Lara Boone wants is a name for her baby. She never
expected to fall in love with her own husband-or any
man-after the heartache she's endured. Yet when her troubled
past catches up with them, Houston will move heaven and
earth to protect his bride...and discover depths to a
marriage of convenience neither realized could be theirs.
ExcerptWith night wrapped around her like a cloak, Lara hummed
while she washed the dishes and put everything away.Houston sat on the ground with Gracie, his back against his
saddle. The babe lay on his chest with his hand patting the
small back. He caught Lara looking and winked as boldly as
some scoundrel. Heat rose to her cheeks. She lowered her
gaze and made quick work of the dishes. “Do you want me to take Gracie to her bed?” Lara asked,
joining him. “If you can pry open her fist to get my vest out of it. For
such a little thing she’s sure got a grip.” Houston was so near his soft breath fanned her cheek. Her
pulse raced. This man she’d married invaded every thought.
He’d shown kindness and caring and brought hope back from
the grave where she’d buried it. He laid a hand on her arm. “You’ll be back?” “Yes. I won’t be long.” “I’ll only be in camp a little while,” Houston said,
yawning. “Have to spell the other drovers.” At her
questioning glance, he explained, “Everyone shares guard
duty, me included.” She nodded and hurried to lay Gracie in her crib next to her
crib beside the chuck wagon. With her precious daughter
sleeping soundly, she returned to the fire to find no sign
of Houston. Her heart sank with disappointment. She’d missed
him, missed her goodnight kiss that he’d begged for. Houston called quietly from the deep shadows. “Over here, Lara.” Following his voice, Lara discovered him leaning against the
trunk of a mesquite tree. Rays from the full moon lightened
the dark brown strands nestling against his collar, adding
glints of silver. “I didn’t want to take a chance on us being interrupted so I
walked out here,” he explained. Lara wet her lips. “I thought you’d changed your mind.” That
he didn’t want to kiss a woman so scarred. “Not a chance, lady,” he growled low and pushed away from
the tree. “It’s all that’s been on my mind since you agreed.” When she moved to him, he opened his arms. She walked into
his embrace as though it was door and pleasure awaited
there. Inhaling the scented air, she laid her head against
the hard wall of his chest. She wanted to stay there forever. Houston lightly rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m
real glad you came on this drive. Nights can get lonely out
here.” His deep voice vibrated inside her. It was like he became
part of her. “I’m glad I did too. Even though I had to work
to convince you.” “Yeah, well, I’m a stubborn fool.” He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Without
a word, he lowered his mouth. The minute his warm lips
touched hers, Lara had to clutch his arm to keep from
falling. Her heartbeat pounded as though trying to keep up
with the blood racing through her veins. A hot, demanding, achiness swept over her. She needed this
man and at the moment didn’t think she could live without
him. Nor did she want to try. With a low cry, he placed his large hands under her jaw and
deepened the kiss, sending a series of quickenings into her
stomach similar to the ones she felt when Gracie curled in
her womb. Maybe these stirrings signaled life much in the
same way her baby’s movements did to let her know she was
alive and couldn’t wait to be born. Maybe she was being reborn. Maybe she could forget the past and start fresh. Maybe this was what she’d waited so long for. As she leaned into him and gripped Houston’s vest, pleasure
like she’d never felt swirled inside her. She clung to him
afraid if she let go, he’d vanish and she’d discover it was
a dream. Could this be tiny stirrings of love? Lara suddenly pushed away. No it wasn’t love because that
didn’t exist. Not for her. It was too dangerous to believe
in love. To believe she had anything to give any man. What’s wrong, Lara?” Houston gently pushed back her hair.
“Did I do something to upset or frighten you? I shouldn’t
have grabbed you like that.” “You did nothing wrong.” It was her. She almost let herself
believe that someone could love her. One look at her
reflection showed the impossibility of such a thing. “I’m
sorry,” she murmured brokenly. Through tears, she stumbled back to the light of the
campfire, escaping all that brought pain. The past. Herself. An impossible future. Escaping everything. If only it was that easy. Houston stole up behind her and touched her shoulder. “Talk
to me. I want to understand.” She owed him some explanation. Impatiently dashing away the
tears, she turned and let anger spill. “It’s not you,
Houston. It’s me. I’m broken. Too broken to fix. You can’t
repair something that’s missing the pieces. Blackstone took
a lot more than....” she paused, “He stole....” “Your soul,” he supplied quietly.
What do you think about this review?
Comments
1 comment posted.
Re: A stirring romance blooms amidst danger in the Wild West
Thank you so much for this wonderful review, Monique! I'm
very happy that you liked Houston's and Lara's story.
These two asked for so little but received ten times over.
I just love writing about those hard times in the 1800s
when nothing was easy--most of all staying alive. Any
number of the smallest things could kill you. A spider
bite, a fall, some kind of disease, bad men roaming the
territory. Danger was everywhere.
Thanks again for your kind words. They mean so much to me.
(Linda Broday 1:10pm December 27, 2017)
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