"Historical Romance"
Reviewed by Joanne Bozik
Posted July 11, 2014
Romance
HEARTS AFIRE starts off in New York in 1893 and is about a
young woman
who is on her way up the ladder to becoming a very famous
actress on stage. Her stage name is Sabrina Chadwick, a
beautiful raven haired beauty and an excellent actress!
Now with her heart broken, she walks off stage and sets out
on a journey to find her brother, who she has not seen
since she was a little girl. Manny her brother works in the
mines in Colorado. The journey is long but when she arrives
in Colorado Springs, she has changed her name to Victoria
Drumm for she has left behind a life of glitter and fame,
but wants no one to recognize her.
Lincoln Buchannan is quite taken by the new young lady who
has arrived in town and he choses to help her find a place
to stay the night, but all the hotels are full, so he takes
(Tori, her nickname) to his home to let her stay. She is
most grateful and enjoys the stay at Link's home. She finds
out that Link is friends with her brother Manny, but her
brother lives in Cripple Creek and is out of town. She
finds her stay at Link's home more and more pleasant and
the more time they spend together heat radiates that can
set fire to a city!
HEARTS AFIRE is not a story of just of love, lust, and
romance, it's exciting and at times scary as to what had
happened during the days of the Gold rush. When Unions
tried to stir up trouble to get the miners what they
deserve in pay and hours of work.
I loved HEARTS AFIRE very much and I say kuddo's to Sara
Luck
for writing such an interesting book! A recommended
read!
SUMMARY
She left behind fame and fortune, and discovered something
far more precious: the love of a strong Western man. From the spotlight . . . The toast of New York’s theater world, Sabrina Chadwick
dazzled with her raven-haired beauty and brilliant
performances. But her rising star came crashing down after a
disastrous night of scandal and betrayal that left the young
actress with nothing but a broken heart. Now the preacher’s
daughter who found glittering success on the stage must
begin a new life somewhere she can escape her shattered past
as Sabrina Chadwick. . . . to love’s shining light. Lincoln Buchannan had no idea that the lovely lady new to
Colorado Springs had been a star back East. The wealthy mine
owner only knew that Victoria Drumm was stranded without
accommodations in a city bustling with gold rush fever! Link
offers Tori shelter in his sprawling home and agrees to help
track down her brother, a fervent union organizer in nearby
Cripple Creek. As desire flares between Tori and her rugged
rescuer, so do the demands of striking miners in a violent
and historic protest fueled by passionate convictions on
both sides.
ExcerptWhen Link and Tori reached the Union Block, Link tried the
door for the stairway beside the drugstore. When he found it
was locked, he felt Tori shiver beside him.“Don’t worry, we’ll find him. There has to be a stairway in
the alley that will lead upstairs.” Link led Tori down a narrow passageway that led to the back
of the Union Block. He noticed that she instinctively
pressed her body closer to his, and he put his arm around
her and drew her tight against him. When they reached the
back stairway, he turned and asked, “Shall we do this, or
shall we wait until tomorrow?” Tori wanted to say wait, but she had no choice. It was
approaching midnight, and if she didn’t find Manny, where
would she go? As an answer to the question, she placed her foot on the
first step and carefully made her way to the top, with Link
following behind her. When they reached the door, it was
locked. “I guess this is the place to yell,” Link said. “Let’s hope
your brother hears us. What’s his name?” “Emanuel Drumm.” Link swung around from the door. “Emanuel Drumm? A man in his early twenties? Goes by the
name of Manny?” “Yes, yes! He’s twenty-four and he does go by Manny. Do you
know him?” “I know a Manny Drumm, but he doesn’t live here—at least not
that I know of. About a week ago he sat at my table at a
banquet in Cripple Creek.” “Cripple Creek? Is that near here?” “It’s close but you can’t get there tonight.” Just then, Link heard from behind the door the distinct
sound of a hammer being cocked. “Frank? Frank Atherton? Is
that you?” “Who wants to know?” “It’s Link Buchannan, from up on Weber Street. I’m looking
for Manny Drumm. Do you know if he still lives here?” “Hell, no. He left last summer. Went to Cripple Creek like
every other fool out to get rich.” “Thanks, Frank, we’ll leave you alone.” Link led Tori back down the stairs and was surprised to feel
a surge of tenderness for this woman. She had to be dead
tired, in a place where she didn’t know a soul or what she
would do. If she had any belongings, they certainly weren’t
with her now. When he got to the streetlight, he turned and
saw that tears were brimming in her eyes. “I have a suggestion,” he said. “If you don’t think it’s too
presumptuous of me, I have a bed you can sleep in.” He felt Tori stiffen immediately. “No, no, no—not with me. I mean I have a house with four
bedrooms and I live there alone, except for Otto and Hulda.
They’re my caretakers and they live there, too, while I live
most of the time at Cripple Creek.” Hearing those words, Tori collapsed against him in tears,
her body as limp as a rag doll’s. He held her against him, trying to comfort her as he would a
child. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” she said as she sobbed
uncontrollably. “I shouldn’t have come, and you don’t even
know my name.” Link pulled his head back, and pushing her hat aside, he
smiled. “That’s easy enough to rectify. What is your name?” “It’s Sa—Tori.” “Satori. That’s a pretty name—not one that I’ve ever heard,
but it’s pretty.” “It’s actually Victoria Drumm, but my friends call me Tori.” “If your friends call you Tori, I would consider it a
privilege if you allowed me to call you by that name.” “Mr. Buchannan, I would be honored.” “And my friends call me Link.”
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