"Will the Love Found Online Bloom or Die When the Couple Meets in Person"
Reviewed by Sarah Horwath
Posted September 7, 2013
Romance
In THE COWBOY'S CHRISTMAS BABY Lucas Allen and Natalie Clark
have been cyber-dating for 11 months when Lucas unexpectedly
comes home after his last tour with the army surprised to
see Natalie at his house with a baby he never knew about.
This story is filled with love, laughter, struggles, crazy
animals, a cute little baby, a hunky cowboy and a set of
troublesome matchmakers that will have you laughing, crying,
and falling in love.
I absolutely loved this book. It was so heartwarming and
loveable and filled with laughter. I had to read this in one
sitting.
Natalie Clark who has been dealing with some struggles
after getting fired from her teaching job and the death of
her best friend finds comfort with online dating.
Lucas is
looking forward to coming home for the holidays and ending
his career in the army but little does he know the women he
has meant online is hiding what might be a big secret. Both
these characters have baggage and past secrets that could
either make or break their relationship.
What I really loved
about THE COWBOY'S CHRISTMAS BABY was all the humor that was
in this book. Chickens, puppies, goats, and even cows kept
trying to get into the house to get a look at the new baby
that was at the ranch. Lucas' father, grandfather, and
farmhand would all fight over this cute baby. This is such a
cute love story and I would recommend to anyone. It had
everything I wanted in a book and more.
THE COWBOY'S CHRISTMAS BABY is about
finding love and letting miracles happen when least
expecting it and finding your true home.
SUMMARY
New York Times bestselling author Carolyn
Brown's new holiday title is as sweet as it is
steamy Carolyn Brown is a NYT and
USA Today bestelling author with over 275,000
copies sold of her contemporary cowboy romances featuring
sexy cowboys, feisty heroines and down home Texas twang...
Lucas Allen and Natalie Clark have been
cyber-dating. Then she appears on his ranch doorstep in a
winter storm with a pink pistol in one hand, a dead coyote
at her feet, three whimpering puppies behind her and a baby
in her arms. He could handle it all. Except the
baby. Natalie has baggage, but then so does Lucas.
Will they be willing to help each other unpack by Christmas?
ExcerptThere she stood with a dead coyote at her feet, a pink
pistol in her right hand, three bluetick hound pups cowering
behind her, and cradling a baby in her left arm.
"Natalie?" He raised an eyebrow and blinked sleet from
his eyelashes. Yesterday he had awakened to overbearing heat
in Kuwait, and today Texas was colder than a
mother–in–law's kiss on the North Pole. Maybe he
was seeing things due to the abrupt change in weather. She
looked like the woman he'd been talking to via the Internet
for the past eleven months, but he hadn't expected her to be
so tall, and he damn sure had not expected her to be holding
a baby or a pistol.
She whipped around and raised the gun until it was aimed
straight at his chest. "Who the hell... oh, my God... you
are early, Lucas. Surprise!" she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled. "I guess I am, but you aren't
supposed to be here for two more days."
"We were working on a big surprise for your homecoming.
Hazel was going to make your favorite foods and we had a
banner made and I heard a noise and the coyote had the
puppies cornered and..." She stopped and stared at him as if
she expected him to disappear.
She caught her breath and went on. "Why in the hell
didn't you tell us you were coming home early? You've ruined
everything."
"It's my ranch. It's my house and I can come home when I
damn well please," he said.
He looked from the baby to the dead coyote, to the
puppies, finally meeting Natalie's big blue eyes staring at
him across the six feet separating them. There'd been more
warmth in her face when there were oceans and deserts
separating them than he felt with only six feet between them.
The whole scenario he'd played out in his mind was shot
to hell and back. She wouldn't take two steps forward, hug
him, and then share an intimate, passionate kiss that said
that yes, they had become more than Internet friends.
A whimper came from the blue bundle and she looked down
at it. "I know you are hungry, son. We'll go inside in just
a second."
Dammit!
He'd thought he'd found the right woman. Hell, he'd even
entertained notions that she was the one. He'd been right
all along: people were crazy to believe what they saw on the
Net or to trust anyone they met on there, either.
"Joshua is hungry. Can you put these pups back in the
pen? Sorry little critters dug out from under the fence and
the coyote cornered them up by the porch," she said.
She damn sure looked different in real life with curves
and legs that went from earth all the way to heaven. She was
stunning in those snug–fitting jeans, red flannel
shirt, and thick brown hair floating in gentle waves down
past her shoulders. How could he have not known she was
pregnant?
Because you only saw her from the waist up and in
pictures that she posted. Man, you got duped real good this
time. Sucker!
"Well?" She shoved the pistol into the waistband of her
jeans, shifted the baby to a more comfortable position, and
headed toward the porch.
He dropped his canvas duffel on the icy ground. "I'll
take care of the coyote and the pups. Then we've got some
serious talking to do. Where are Grady and Gramps and Dad?"
"Grady took Henry home after supper. You hungry?"
Yes, he was hungry. He'd foregone supper until he got
home because he couldn't wait to have Hazel's
home–cooked food. But the way his stomach was churning
around he wouldn't be able to swallow. A baby boy, for God's
sake! And she never mentioned him one time.
"Hazel in the house?" he asked stiffly.
She stopped and turned. "No, she is not. I've got to get
Joshua inside, though. He's cold. Just take care of those pups."
"Don't boss me, Natalie," he barked.
"I'm going inside. You can stay out here and freeze to
death if you want, Lucas. The way you are acting, I don't
reckon it'll be much warmer in the house when you get there
anyway," she said.
He folded his arms across his chest. "And that is
supposed to mean what?"
"Figure it out for yourself."
"Shit!" he mumbled under his breath.
He gathered up three wiggling bluetick hound pups and
stomped toward the dog pens. What in the hell did she
expect—a big old passionate kiss with a pistol and a
baby between them?
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