In this and the two stories that follow, there’s lots of action, a despicable nasty villain and a fair amount of violence (sometimes told through flashbacks that bring the horrible to mind). Warner writes beautifully, expressively (“Like a blind foal on a short lead, Brady knew he would stumble along wherever he was led-as long as she was on the other end of the rope.”) I loved their exchanges, her dry wit, his suggestive banter. Both are bound by duty, and though from different worlds, inexplicably drawn to each other. And then came the stagecoach crash…īoth Jessica and Brady have scars and each has sacrificed their own happiness for others. Brady finds the Englishwoman’s strange ways funny (their exchange and Jessica’s thinking are very funny)-and he hasn’t laughed in years. But she does love his blue eyes, which appear to her like pieces of sky. He’s just taken a spill from his horse and looks beat up, and to Jessica, talks rough. At a stagecoach stop she encounters Brady Wilkins, oldest of the Wilkins brothers. She is trying to get to the only man she trusts, her brother. Set in 1869, it tells the story of Jessica Thornton, on the run from her home in England and the brother-in-law who raped her and left her pregnant with his child. This is the first in Warner’s Blood Rose trilogy, named after the roses that surround the RosaRoja ranch owned by the three Wilkins brothers in New Mexico Territory.
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