Book 2 in the Burnt Boot, Texas Series
Can a girl ever have too many cowboys?
No sooner does pint-sized spitfire Jill Cleary set foot on Fiddle Creek Ranch than she finds herself in the middle of a hundred-year-old feud. Quaid Brennan and Tyrell Gallagher are both tall, handsome, and rich...and both are courting Jill to within an inch of her life. She's doing her best to give these feuding ranchers equal time-too bad it's dark-eyed Sawyer O'Donnell who makes her blood boil and her hormones hum.
Burnt Boot, Texas Series:
Cowboy Boots for Christmas (Book 1)
The Trouble with Texas Cowboys (Book 2)
Praise for The Cowboy's Mail Order Bride:
"Another heartwarming read from the amazing Carolyn Brown...overflowing with romance and laughter." -Night Owl Reviews Reviewer Top Pick
"Will leave readers swooning and wishing they had their very own cowboy." -RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
"Another scrumptious, heartwarming story by author extraordinaire Carolyn Brown." -Romance Junkies
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The scariest sight in the world is a woman's finger on the trigger of a sawed-off shotgun. Sawyer O'Donnell was not an idiot. When he saw the big hole in the barrel of that gun aimed right at his heart, he dropped the broom and threw up his palms.
"Lady, you might want to put that shotgun down. I'm not havin' no part of this feud business. Let's talk about it," he whispered.
The gun stayed right where it was, and his hands didn't drop an inch.
Gladys hadn't said a damn thing about a crazy woman in Burnt Boot when he was hired on as foreman of Fiddle Creek Ranch. Maybe the redhead with the bloodshot green eyes was a member of one of the feuding families. Hopefully, she wasn't out to shoot first and ask questions later.
"Who in the hell are you, and why are you in my bunkhouse?" she asked bluntly.
"Your bunkhouse?" Sawyer raised his voice. "Lady, you made a wrong turn back there at crazy and demented. This is my bunkhouse, and you are damn sure not welcome here. So put that blunderbuss away and take your ass back to wherever you came from."
"Yes, it is my bunkhouse. I told Aunt Gladys I'd do my own cleaning when I got here. She said the door would be open and she'd meet me here," she said.
His hands came down. "Aunt Gladys? Who are you? She didn't tell me that anyone else would be living here."
Deep-throated laughter preceded Gladys into the bunkhouse. "She'd be my great-niece, Jill Cleary, and I didn't know until last night that she was coming to Burnt Boot. I didn't tell you because I wanted y'all to meet before either one of you went to jumpin' ship." She clamped a hand on the gun and lowered it until the barrel pointed at the ground. "Darlin', you got to load a gun, or it ain't worth a damn. You made good time. I wasn't expectin' you for another hour. Saw you comin' in, but I had one more bale of hay to kick off the back of the truck before I could get here. Now give me a hug and meet my brand-new foreman, Sawyer O'Donnell. He'll be sharin' this bunkhouse with you."
Jill propped the gun against the back of a worn sofa and rolled up on her toes to hug her aunt. "I'm not sharing my living quarters with a stranger. I'd rather pitch a tent by the river."
Gladys pushed her back but held on to her shoulders. "In January?"
"Then I'll stay in the house with you," Jill said. "You said you'd hired a foreman that was living on Salt Draw. Why didn't you tell me he was living in the bunkhouse?"
"Same reason I didn't rush down here and tell him that you'd be living in it too. You'd have bitched. He would have quit. You've lived in bunkhouses before now, and so has he. Looks like only two in this big old place would be a blessing after living with twenty or thirty people. And, darlin', I love you, and someday you'll inherit all I've got and all Polly has got, too, but you are not livin' with me. Not with your temper. And, besides, you said when you called last night that you wanted to live in the bunkhouse, so that's what you are going to do."
Sawyer looked from one woman to the other. Gladys was a tall, lanky woman with a touch of white in her black hair. High cheekbones and dark eyes said she had some Native American blood. She'd said she was past eighty, and that's why she needed help on her small ranch. But she damn sure didn't look it or act it, either. Jill had a mop of wavy shoulder-length red hair, green eyes, a cute little nose, and full lips made for kissing. There was no way in hell they could be related.
Gladys read his mind. "Yes, Sawyer, we really are kinfolk. Jill is mine and Polly's only living relative and she has come to Burnt Boot to work for us. And this bunkhouse is big enough for the two of you."
Sawyer wasn't too sure about that last statement. The bunkhouse had looked huge when he moved in, but a woman living in it would damn sure make it smaller in a hurry.
Travis Tritt's old song "T-R-O-U-B-L-E" played through his mind. The verse that kept running around on a continuous loop said that the men were going to love her and the women were going to hate her, because she reminded them of everything they were never going to be. It said that it could be the beginning of another war, because the world wasn't ready for nothing like her.
With those tight-fittin' jeans attempting to cover up that cute little rounded butt and cinching in a small waist, Jill was sure enough trouble with a capital T in Burnt Boot, Texas. The Gallagher and the Brennan men would both love her because she was so damn pretty, but the minute they found out she was in line to inherit Fiddle Creek-well, look out, Burnt Boot.
According to what Verdie had told him already, the feud was already hotter'n a Texas wildfire. Naomi Gallagher, the head she-coon of that clan, was out for Brennan blood. Throwing Jill in that mix would be like throwing a five-gallon bucket of gasoline on the fire. Both families wanted the land separating their properties for the water rights that ran through Gladys's ranch, and even if they didn't, one look at Jill and they'd forget the ranch and want her.
"You two get settled in, and we'll have a long talk in the morning. Welcome home to Burnt Boot, Jill darlin'. Me and Polly are glad that you've finally come home to roost for good." Gladys gave her niece another hug and whistled all the way to her truck.
The engine of the truck had barely died down, and Sawyer was still trying to make sense of the whole scene, when it sounded as if Gladys was coming back. Thank God! She'd been teasing about Jill not living at the house with her and now she was coming back to get her.
A truck door slammed, and Sawyer hurried to throw open the door. Hell, he'd even carry Jill out there, shotgun and all, and put her into the truck.
It wasn't Gladys standing on the other side of the screen door. It was Betsy Gallagher.
"Evenin', Sawyer. I heard you'd gotten moved in. Thought I'd stop by and ask you to Sunday dinner at my granny's place," she said.
Red-haired and cute as a button, Betsy was a member of one of the feuding families in Burnt Boot. He'd been warned about taking sides in any way, form, or shape, but with the mayhem that had just happened, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of a reason why he couldn't go to dinner with her.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Betsy asked.
"It's a mess in here." He stepped out on the porch.
"I heard that Jill Cleary was coming back to work for Gladys."
"She is." Sawyer still racked his brain, trying to come up with a plausible excuse not to go to dinner with her.
Betsy ran a hand down his arm and smiled up at him. "I expect you have lots to do, so I should be going. You can take me home from church on Sunday and have dinner with us, right?"
"I suppose," he said.
"Good. I'll see to it you have a good time." She winked slyly.
He went back inside, threw himself on the sofa with a groan, and covered his eyes with his arm.
"What happened?" Jill asked.
A second knock brought Sawyer to a sitting position, but Jill was already on the way to the door. "I'll get it," she threw over her shoulder.
"Hello, Jill," a masculine voice said.
Sawyer fell back and covered his eyes again. At least it wasn't another woman out there asking for him.
"I heard you made it to the ranch this afternoon," he said. "I'm Quaid Brennan. We met years ago when you were a little girl and visited Gladys. I thought I'd come over and invite you to come to the Brennan Sunday dinner after church, and I'd love it if you helped me teach Sunday school and sat with us in church. We'd sure enjoy making you welcome to Burnt Boot."
"Sure, and thank you."
"Good. I'll pick you up at nine for Sunday school, then?"
"That will be great."
She shut the door and melted into a rocking chair beside the sofa. "Shit! Aunt Gladys is going to scalp me. She said I wasn't supposed to get involved with either family, but I couldn't think of a single excuse."
"I know exactly how you feel. But if you sit with them in church, everyone is going to think you've joined up with that side," Sawyer moaned.
"Hey, we'll make it through the day and be home in the middle of the afternoon. Let's get back to our cleaning and figure out an excuse if anyone else comes around."
Another knock on the door stopped him before he could finish the sentence.
"Your turn," she said.
He hauled himself up off the sofa, crossed the room, and slung the door open, praying that this time it would be Gladys, but it was Kinsey Brennan. He looked past her to the third truck in the driveway, to see Tyrell Gallagher sitting in the driver's seat. Shit fire! Each side had sent a double team to Fiddle Creek to gang up on them.
"Hey, Sawyer. We haven't been formally introduced, but I met you at your cousin's wedding reception. I came to invite you to Sunday dinner." She smiled.
Tall, willowy, blond, and brown-eyed, she looked like a runway model, but Sawyer had the perfect excuse all ready.
"I'm going to dinner with Betsy Gallagher," he said.
"Oh, well then, you must give us equal time, darlin'." She opened the screen door and stepped inside. Before he could take a single step back, her breasts were brushing against his chest. "You have to come to supper at the Brennan household. It'll be more private anyway without the whole family there." She picked up his hand and wrote a number in the palm. "This is my cell phone number. Call me at a quarter to six, and I'll talk to you the whole way and give you instructions on how to get to River Bend. See you then." She blew a kiss off the tips of her fingers and then touched his lips with her forefinger.
"Holy shit!" Jill said. "What's going on?"
"News travels fast in a small town. They know you have arrived, and they're going to swamp you with dates," he said.
"Fiddle Creek, and you're a damn fine-lookin' woman."
"But why you?"
"They just want to get rid of the threat. If one of those women can snag me, then that's one cowboy out of their way," he said.
"You sure about that?"
A heavy knock landed on the door.
"I bet you dollars to cow patties that's a Gallagher wanting to take you to Sunday dinner," he said.
She grimaced. "Maybe it's for you."
"If it is, tell the woman I've got the plague."
Jill answered the door, and there stood a tall, dark cowboy with pretty brown eyes. Lord, please let this be a Bible seller who's lost his way and is looking for directions, she prayed.
Her prayer fell on deaf ears.
"Miss Jill Cleary, I swear you have grown up to be a gorgeous woman. The last time I saw you, you were in pigtails. You won't remember me, probably. I'm Tyrell Gallagher. I heard you'd made it to town and I wanted to ask you to Sunday dinner." His Texas drawl was sexy as hell, and he was easy on the eyes.
"Thank you for coming by and for the invitation, but I've already got dinner plans for Sunday," she said.
"Well, then, darlin', you could invite me inside," Tyrell said.
"It's a mess in here." She used Sawyer's line and stepped out on the porch like he'd done.
He pinned her against the rough wood wall of the bunkhouse with a hand on either side of her. "I can't change your mind about dinner?"
"Sorry, but the plans are made." She felt like a caged cat and fought the urge to holler for Sawyer to come save her.
"Then supper? We have two meals at Wild Horse on Sunday. Supper is buffet instead of a sit-down dinner, but you can still meet the family," he whispered close enough that she caught the faint scent of peppermint gum over the top of whiskey.
"Okay," she said. "What time?"
"I'll pick you up at six. What's your favorite color of roses?"
"I don't have a favorite," she said.
He took a step back and grinned. "Then red it is. I'll see you Sunday."
She hurried into the house, and Sawyer was gone from the sofa. Surely he hadn't slipped out the back door and left her alone. I take back everything I thought about him when I first got here, Lord. Please don't let him be gone. I'm going to need a friend and lots of support, she prayed again.
She had a moment of panic until he came from the kitchen with two opened bottles of beer in his hands. He handed one to her and downed a third of the other one before he went back to the sofa and sat down on one end.
"I thought you'd left me to the wolves all by myself. It was a scary moment. I don't even know you, Sawyer O'Donnell, but please promise you'll stick around."
"I gave Gladys my word I'd stay for a year," he said.
She exhaled loudly. "We got off on the wrong foot. I'm tired and weary from driving and worried that I made the wrong decision in coming here, so I'm sorry for aiming my gun at you."
"Same here. I'm not a bit sorry that I took this job, but I wish to hell Fiddle Creek wasn't right in the middle of two feuding families," he said.
"I'm going to supper at the Gallaghers' ranch and dinner at the Brennans'. At least no one can say I'm choosing sides," she said with a long sigh as she plopped down on the other end of the sofa and kicked off her boots. "I shouldn't sit down, or I'll never get up and get this cleaning done. My feet hurt. My head is aching, and damn, Sawyer, why did I just agree to do two things I don't want to do?"
He picked up her feet and put them in his lap, massaging the soles through her socks. "I'm going to Wild Horse for dinner and River Bend for supper, but believe me, it's not happening but this one time," he said. "I'll be ready for them next time around."
She dramatically threw a hand over her eyes. "Next time? Shit! We're going to have to outrun them again? That feels so good. Did you ever think of leaving ranchin' and going into massage work?"
"No, ma'am. My heart is in ranchin', but it makes a person plumb cranky to have achin' feet." He cocked his head to one side, drew his eyes down, and asked, "What is that noise?"
"Sounds like thunder. Maybe if it rains, they'll all stay on their asses at home and leave us alone so we can get this place cleaned up before dark. Thanks for the foot rub. It really did help."
He cocked his ear to one side. "It's not thunder. That's cattle and four-wheelers."
She set her beer down and ran to the back door. Sure enough, there were four-wheelers out in the distance. She couldn't make out who was driving them, but she distinctly counted six.
Sawyer went the other way-to the front door. "I see three four-wheelers out on the far side, going toward the store. What the hell are they doing on Fiddle Creek?"
That's when they saw the cattle stampeding toward the bunkhouse. She jumped back and slammed the door shut. "Shit fire, Sawyer! What is going on?"
"It's a full-out stampede, but when they reach the bunkhouse, it'll break their momentum and slow 'em down. Gladys is going to have a hissy. I see River Bend brands all mixed up with ours, and I was right, there's Wild Horse brands in there too. Both sides must've had the same idea."
"To cut fences and create havoc?" she asked.
"That's the general definition of a feud," he answered.
Gladys, Quaid Brennan, and Tyrell Gallagher all arrived at the same time, braking so hard that gravel spewed all over the front of the bunkhouse.
"You son of a bitch." Tyrell jumped out of his truck and bowed up to Quaid, who had barely gotten his boots on the ground. "Why did you cut our fence and cause this mess?"
Gladys stepped between them.
Jill grabbed her boots and headed outside, yelling at Sawyer the whole way. "Go help her. I swear, if one of them throws a punch and hits her, I'll shoot him dead."
Sawyer didn't hesitate. He and Jill might have gotten off to a bad start, but she was right. If one of those fools hurt Gladys, she could shoot him, and Sawyer would carry the body down to the Red River and toss it into the water.
Sawyer joined Gladys. "Looks like you two need to use your energy to sort out your cattle rather than fightin'."
"That's right," Gladys said. "I'm damn sure not sortin' them out, but I will be doin' a count tomorrow, and if a single one of Fiddle Creek cows is missin', you'll both answer to me. Now get busy roundin' up your herds, and then get the hell off Fiddle Creek."
"Don't worry, Miz Gladys. I'm going out there to make sure that anything with our brand stays right here," Sawyer said.
"And I'm going with him," Jill said from the porch.
Gladys nodded. "And you had best fix your own fences too."
Without a word to her or to each other, both cowboys headed toward their trucks. They had phones to their ears as they backed away from the bunkhouse.
"Welcome to Burnt Boot." Gladys laughed. "I'm glad I hired y'all, because I'm going back to the store and leaving you to take care of it."
"My truck or yours?" Jill asked.
"I'll drive if you'll bring that shotgun with you."
"You got it. And, Sawyer, it's beginning to look like we'd best stick together if we're going to survive living here."
He held out his hand. "Deal."
She shook it and then went back inside to get her gun.
The truck engine was running when she got back. Sawyer put it in gear and drove toward the herd of cattle right smack in the middle of the Fiddle Creek pasture behind the bunkhouse.
"We need to be cleanin', not settling feud wars," she said.
"I know, but here we are. Speaking of cleanin', I didn't know that you were moving into the bunkhouse. Thought I had it all to myself, so I unloaded my things in the foreman's bedroom. That comes with a private bathroom. I can move them to the other side if you want," he said.
"I remember the bunkhouse very well, and there are two bedrooms on the other side. One will serve as my office. Let's get a few things clear though, Sawyer. I don't cook, but I will take my turn at cleaning."
He nodded. "You don't cook or you don't like to cook?"
"I never learned."
"Well, I did, so we're in pretty good shape there."
His dark brown eyes met hers over the top of the console separating the two seats. He'd never been attracted to redheads or green-eyed women. He'd always gone for willowy blonds with pretty blue eyes, but something vulnerable in her eyes said that she needed a friend. And that light sprinkling of freckles across her nose was downright adorable.
"This has been a hell of a day. I expected to have the whole place cleaned and maybe go grab a beer tonight down at Polly's," he said.
"I had the same idea." She smiled. "But don't plans get turned around quick? Here they come."
She pointed. "Four-wheelers from both sides."
Sawyer got out of the truck and stood at the front, arms crossed over his chest until they arrived. They cut the engines-Brennans on one side of his truck, Gallaghers on the other. He saw Betsy and Kinsey and Quaid and Tyrell. The only sounds in the pasture were a bunch of heaving cows still trying to catch their breath from running and the occasional disgruntled snort from a bull or two. But the tension was so thick that a good sharp machete couldn't have split it.
"Okay, this is the way it is," he said. "I'm the foreman here, and to avoid any more trouble, the Brennans are going to gather up their cows first and head them back to River Bend. Then you Gallaghers can get yours out from the Fiddle Creek cattle and take them to Wild Horse."
"Why do the Brennans go first?" Betsy asked.
"Because B comes before G in the alphabet."
He heard Jill chuckle as she crawled out of the truck, the shotgun in her hands.
"And why has she got a gun?" Kinsey asked.
"To keep things nice and friendly," Sawyer said.
"We didn't do any of this," Quaid said.
"Yeah, right," Kinsey shot across the twelve feet separating them.
"Don't you think it's strange that both fences were cut and cattle from both ranches stampeded?" Kinsey stared right at Sawyer.
"I don't give a shit," Jill said. "Your cows are mixed up with ours, and we're being kind enough to let you take them home. Now quit your bitchin' and get on with it. Sawyer and I haven't even unpacked yet, and we've got things to do other than babysit you people."
The Brennans started the tedious job of rounding up fifty head of cattle. Tyrell Gallagher started toward Jill, but she shook her head. "Not today, cowboy. Today it's all business."
He turned and said something to Betsy that made her laugh loudly before the two of them sat down on the cold ground behind a four-wheeler. Their tone said they were brewing up some kind of trouble, but Jill didn't care. Her feet were hurting again, and she and Sawyer had too much to do for her to get another foot massage tonight.
"When we get back to the bunkhouse, if anyone else knocks on our door, one of us is going to shoot them," Jill said just loud enough for Sawyer's ears.
"My gun isn't loaded. You shoot, and I'll get out the shovel to dig the hole to bury them."
"It's a deal," she said. "I'm too tired to dig, but I think I can still shoot pretty straight. Man, who would have thought the day would be like this when it dawned?"
"Ain't it the truth?" He nodded. "How long did you drive?"
"I left at four o'clock this morning from the southwest corner of Texas and drove until, what time is it?"
He took a phone from his shirt pocket and checked. "Four thirty. Be dark in an hour."
She laid the shotgun on the hood of the truck and pulled gloves out of her pocket. "There's a nip to the wind. Feels like snow."
"Yep," he said. He waited until the Brennans were halfway across the pasture with their herd before he gave the Gallaghers permission to start getting their cattle together.
"They don't like taking orders," she said.
"Maybe it will make them mad enough to leave me alone the rest of the time I'm here."
"We've eaten our bullfrog," she said.
"What's that?" he asked.
She smiled. "It's an old adage. Wake up every morning and eat a bullfrog first thing, and the rest of the day will go just fine."
"Honey, I'm afraid we've just eaten his scrawny old toes."
"Then I'm going to need a lot of help."
"Me too, Jill Cleary. Me too," he said.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I loved Sawyer and Jill and the aunts . Brown has a way with small town characters and ranchers . You really feel like you know this place and these people . Love the humor and the connection with the first book in the series . I must admit to wishing the feud was over long before the story was however .
Gladys hired Sawyer as foreman of the Fiddle Creek Ranch. Gladys’s great niece Jill was also working on the ranch as she would one day inherit it. When Sawyer went in the bunkhouse he found a shotgun pointed at him by Jill who he knows nothing about. There were two feuding families - feud had been going on for over a hundred years- in Fiddle creek, they were the Gallaghers and the Brennans. Both Jill and Sawyer had two invites each to eat Sunday one from each family. Jill and Sawyer have a mutual attraction even though both feuding families had a boy / girl each for them. Jill and Sawyer pulled together to avoid siding with either family. They had each others back and became best friends and went from there. I like this story a lot. It was funny in a lot of places and made me laugh. What a crazy story with two feuding families but I really enjoyed it. I liked the plot and this was well written. I loved the characters and all the ins and outs Sawyer and Jill go through as well as the story itself. I recommend. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
I have just discovered my new favorite romance writer. I've only read two of her books so far but I can't wait to read them all. This book is funny, entertaining and extremely romantic. Carolyn's writing makes you feel like you did when you first fell in love.
Book two of the series was just as fun a read as the first. Loved Jill and Sawyer were perfect, the continuing feud was hilarious. A great series.
Enjoyed this and will look for more. Liked the main characters and loved the humor.
If you love quirky, fun western romances and romping around with uber sexy cowboys, you need to read this book! "Jill is mine and Polly's only living relative and she has come to Burnt Boot to work for us. And this bunkhouse is big enough for the two of you." Sawyer wasn't too sure about that last statement. The bunkhouse had looked huge when he moved in, but a woman living in it would damn sure make it smaller in a hurry. Travis Tritt's old song "TROUBLE" played through his mind. THE TROUBLE WITH TEXAS COWBOYS by Carolyn Brown is a very enjoyable contemporary romance set in small town Burnt Boot, Texas with its loony-tunes feuding families. The Gallaghers and the Brennans make the Hatfields and the McCoys seem tame in comparison. This is the second book in Carolyn's Burnt Book, Texas series. It can be fully enjoyed as a standalone, so, no worries, if you haven't read the first book, as the author fills in what-you-need-to-know as the story progresses. I was initially drawn to the book by its cover. Isn't it fabulous? Man, oh man! That cowboy's abs rock! I laughed a lot with this book with the crazy stunts pulled off by the crazed families to the charming sayings interspersed throughout. My full review is posted at Reading Between The Wines Book Club. Check it out there. 4 Wine Glasses!
Love the Cowboys and her style of writing. Second book in series. Can't wait for the next.
Carolyn Brown always tells a great story & I love the laughs with the romance.
Kept me interested throughout the whole story. Very cute story without being repetitive.
'I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through Netgalley in exchange for an honest review' Sawyer came to burnt boot to check on his cousin and decided he wanted to stay. He gets a job as Foreman on Fiddle Creek Ranch to discover that the owners Niece has come back to work the Ranch also. The clash automatically. They can't deny that they want each other but they definitely get off to a rocky start. They have to deal with the Gallagher and Brennan Feud as the females in both families are trying to get their paws on Sawyer and the Males in both families are trying to get Jill to the Alter. All because both families want to get their hands on Fiddle Creek. I absolutely LOVED it! I love Carolyn Brown's books. All it took was me reading the first book in this series and she was an automatic favorite. She brings Romance, humor and Craziness together like you wouldn't believe. She is by far one of the best Western Romance writers that I have come across. You get believable characters that you can't help but fall in love with and a great story that will have you laughing out of nowhere while your family looks at you like you are crazy. I definitely recommend reading. This can be read as a stand alone although I do suggest reading book 1 first! 'Read and Reviewed by LSK Sweetheart Reviews'
I always look forward to and greatly enjoy this writer's book. The cover drew me in as always. However, after the first five chapters, I am left confused and disappointed. The characters seem very young and immature. All the cat fighting and verbal fighting just left me wanting more. Finally just had to put down this book and I will not pick up again. Will donate to Goodwill - maybe someone else will buy and enjoy. As for me, not so much.
The Trouble with Texas Cowboys (Burnt Boot, Texas #2) by Carolyn Brown Carolyn Brown did it again! We are again in Texas but this time in the middle of a feud between two families. The Gallaghers and the Brennans are feuding and want the land between their ranches. That land The Fiddle Creek Ranch belongs to The Cleary women. Jill is the niece that has come to work the ranch with her Aunt Gladys on the Ranch. Aunt Gladys has hired Sawyer to help as the foreman of the ranch. When Jill and Sawyer meet the fireworks go off, but before they can even take in what is going on both of them have dates with The Gallaghers and the Brennans. The Gallaghers and the Brennans want Sawyer so the Fiddle Creek Ranch may sell to them soon and they want Jill so they can have the land trough marriage. Problem is that Jill and Sawyer don’t want any of them and agree to have each other’s backs. The more time Jill and Sawyer spend together the more the fireworks fly. Can Jill keep the The Gallaghers and the Brennans men away from her? Can Sawyer keep the The Gallaghers and the Brennans women away from him? Sawyer also wants to keep The Gallaghers and the Brennans men away from Jill. Can Sawyer win Jill’s heart?
I received an ARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review This is book two in the Burnt Boot, Texas series by Carolyn Brown. Sawyer & Jill's story. Sawyer started as ranch manager at Fiddle Creek the same time as Jill (the owner's great-niece) comes to work at it. The ranch is located between two feuding families, who want the land & the water rights that run through it. With Jill set to inherit, both families battle for her attention. Sawyer is also seen as a prize to fight over being the hot, new cowboy in town. The pair decide to team up & have each other's back against all the craziness. The pig war ensues, the feud escalates... Sawyer & Jill are exhausted but getting closer while running the ranch, town store and town bar. Meddling/matchmaking great-aunt's, gossip & kidnapping (twice in one night!) keep things entertaining. Sunday naps that turn into date night and shopping for items that have history and/or meaning make a great friends to lovers romance. I love this town and it's residents!
Brown had me laughing and fully engaged in the story from the get-go. Brown’s light-hearted writing style paints a vivid picture of this corner of Texas, inviting readers into an unforgettable story. She takes everyday life and shows you people how they really are. This fantastic tale kept me in stitches throughout, all the while I was falling further and further in love with this world and the characters that Brown introduces us to. I fell in love with the heroine on the first page of this novel. Her antics and temper definitely kept everyone on their toes, and made her the perfect match for the unforgettable hero of the tale. Getting to know them as they were getting to know each other, all the while being pawns in the feud surrounding them gave some very interesting insights into who they are and how they see themselves. I also enjoyed the supporting cast of this tale. Brown develops those surrounding them in some very unique yet revealing ways. The dialogue in this novel was fantastic. The local drawl and speech patterns really shine through. It also serves to heighten the volatile dynamics between the various characters. All together, this was an absolutely unforgettable novel that I couldn’t put down. It’s a must read for lovers of western romances, either as a standalone or as part of Brown’s amazing series. This is one author who will definitely make your day with her fantastic tales. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
Carolyn Brown has written another fun and sexy cowboy romance. This story is about Jill Cleary, who has returned to her aunts' ranch and Sawyer O'Donell, the new ranch foreman. They get off to a rocky start when Jill pulls a gun on Sawyer when he surprises her in the bunk house. But eventually interactions with a few feuding locals from Burnt Boot convince the, that they are each other's best ally. This allience becomes romantic and they get their happily ever after! Carolyn Brown is one of my favorite authors because she combines humor, romance, and colorful supporting characters to produce stories that are funny and sexy. I read every book of hers I can get my hands on. I recieved a copy of this novel from netgalley and sourcebooks for an honest review.
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 1/2 REVIEW: Let the great pig wars begin..... Sawyer O’Donnell is just trying to make a living doing what he loves more then anything. Ranching. But finding himself at the wrong end of a shotgun could end his dream before it begins. Only problem is that the feisty red-headed angel on the business side of the shotgun make him want more. Jill Cleary doesn’t share well. But then he finds a man living in her bunkhouse she freaks a little. That is until the knocking and offer of dates start coming to there door. Then she realizes that This man maybe the only thing that can save her. Loved this book!!! Love Sawyer and Jill. Loved Miss Piggy and Miss Chickadee. So glad that I picked up this book and gave Burnt Boot Texas a wehrl. If you love a good cowboy love story filled with mischief, mayhem, roses and daisies you really need to add this to your list of must reads. Can’t wait to see what happens next in this series. Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley & SOURCEBOOKS Casablanca in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
Sawyer O’Donnell has hired on to the Fiddle Creek Ranch he’s looking for a change of pace – and boy does he get one! First, Jill Cleary appears and threatens to shoot him – until she realizes he’s there to help – then he and Jill get themselves caught in the middle of a war that makes the Hatfield’s & McCoy’s look like child’s play. The only thing Sawyer and Jill can do is to have each other’s backs, especially when they wind up running not only the ranch but also the general store and the bar! Hott Review: “The Trouble with Texas Cowboys” was loads of fun! What I liked: I really enjoyed not only the relationship between Jill and Sawyer but also the feud. It was so much fun. Plus, of course, I adored the matchmakers! What I didn’t like: This book was steamy from the start. Though the actual intimacies were downplayed, their thoughts made me blush! The relationship was also a bit quick for my tastes. More… Author: Carolyn Brown Source: Sourcebooks Casablanca via Netgalley Grade: A Ages: 18+ Steam: Scorcher Setting: Burnt Boot, Texas Series: Burnt Boot, Texas #2
Read on December 29, 2014 Book Info Mass Market Paperback, 384 pages Expected publication: January 6th 2015 by Sourcebooks Casablanca ISBN 1402296088 (ISBN13: 9781402296086) edition language English series Burnt Boot, Texas #2 other editions None found Source:Netgalley EARC Book Buy Links Amazon B&N BOOK SYNOPSIS When Sawyer O'Donnell takes a ranch job on a whim, he lands smack dab in the middle of a Texas-sized feud! The Gallaghers and the Brennans are at each other's throats to woo the red-headed spitfire, Jill Cleary, and stake a claim for the Fiddle Creek Ranch. Jill makes Sawyer's blood boil. They argue, they banter, but Sawyer soon goes from being driven crazy to crazy in love. Damned if he knows how that happened. But now that it has, how does he compete with two men that can give this cowgirl a lifestyle beyond her wildest dreams? My Thoughts We return to Burnt Boot Texas and Gladys’ Fiddle Creek Ranch is the focal point as her niece Jill Cleary has come to Texas to learn how to run the spread, and when Gladys deems it time to take over for good. Sawyer O’Donnell is the new ranch foreman whom Gladys hired with the understanding that he stays for at least a year, however upon meeting and getting to know Jill Sawyer finds himself for the first time feeling like he has found the place to hang his hat permanently. With cut fences, fending off seductive cowboys and outrageously aggressive cowgirls, working hard running not only the ranch but the bar and general store we find Jill and Sawyer slowly learning that they are not only falling in love with Fiddle Creek Ranch as well as Burnt Boot but with each other. The romance is everything you can hope for, the kittens Pig” and ”Chick” steal your heart every time they appear and best of all the drama that is the ”pig war” will have you spluttering with laughter as well as shaking your head at the lengths the feuding families will go to! Blasted through this book in one day simply in love with returning to the feud between the Brennan's and the Gallaghers, proving for the second time that life in Burnt Boot Texas could never be boring. This one once again cemented my love for the way in which characters come alive and places become close to my heart making me wish to visit both for real if only I could. [EArc from Netgalley in exchange for honest review]
4.5 star I was pulled right into this story. The story flowed well and I was kept interested. The story has laughs, crazy family feuds, kidnapping, and sweet romance. This is Jill and Sawyer’s story. Jill has come to help out her Aunt on Fiddle Creek Ranch but being located in between the two feuding families is making life difficult. Sawyer is working on the ranch when Jill shows up. Now they have to share the bunkhouse and all the work. After their Aunt’s friend gets hurt they are running the ranch, the food store, and the bar. As they share the work they learn if they stick together and act as a couple the feuding families might just leave them alone. Or will that make them work even harder to pull both Jill and Sawyer into the mess? After being kidnapped by one family only to be kidnapped from the kidnappers by the other family things really start heating up. Will they both come out alive and whole? Or will the feud ruin anything they might have wanted to have? I loved these characters and also the side characters. There are some tear filled moments and some anger filled moments in this story. But all in all I felt I was able to connect with the characters and the story was a great read. I highly recommend this book and can’t wait for the next story in this series.
With this second installment of the Burnt Boot, TX series, the feud is heating up and its more than banjos that dual as Sawyer O'Donnell takes the job as foreman for one of the neutral people, Gladys Cleary who owns a small spread and runs the store. He is joined by Gladys' niece, Jill Cleary, and almost the moment he meets the sassy red head sparks fly. But not between the two newest members of the Burnt Boot community. The feuding families, the Brennans and Gallaghers, want Gladys' ranch which along with its water rights sits between them. Gladys is willing her spread to Jill when she dies so both feuding factions now treat her as a prize to win or a bone to fight over. Jill isn't sure which, but thank goodness for Sawyer who stands on the shaky, volatile neutral ground beside her. I am really getting a kick out of these flirty, feisty, contemporary cowboy romances set in small town ranch country of Texas. This is the second book and in a pinch it can be read as a standalone, but I think the reader would enjoy it a sight more if the books were read in order. The overarcing theme of 'The Feud' and scenes with characters that carry over from the first book would make more sense, but admittedly the immediate romance and story of Sawyer and Jill would be okay on its own. I had a good time with their story and enjoy the author's humor-laced meandering, down home style of writing. It can get silly especially some of the feud scenes, but it also draws me into the story so that I'm disappointed to leave when the last page shows up. Now, I'm eager for the next O'Donnell cousin that is coming to town, the wild cowboy, Rhett. So, as I said, this one kicks off with the arrival of Jill right behind Sawyer's almost new arrival on Gladys' ranch. They don't even get a chance to sort out ranch responsibilities when Jill's other aunt, Polly Cleary breaks her leg and has to go through surgery and is laid up. Gladys must care for her so that leaves Sawyer and Jill juggling the ranch responsibilities, Gladys' store and Polly's bar. They soon figure out there is safety in numbers when they are individually accosted by members of the two feuding families that plan to win Sawyer and Jill into their respective camps. Sawyer is fought over by Betsy Gallagher and Kinsey Brennan and Jill gets equal attention from Tyrell Gallagher and Quaid Brennan. Meanwhile, the two families stir up their feud to dangerous levels as livestock is stolen, fights, and a kidnapping result. Sawyer and Jill have their reasons for not diving into a relationship, but they are thrown together as allies, then friends, and finally start to feel the draw of love even if both shy away from it. Not that the feud and the hard work they must do gives them much time to do anything about it. My thoughts on this one were all good. It meanders a bit and ends abruptly while I was thinking there was more to tell- maybe in the next book. I confess that the feuders drive me nearly to insanity with their antics, but I still had a good time. Sawyer and Jill were a good match. They fight it a bit with their own reasons for not thinking a relationship is a good idea, but their scenes together are warm, fun and even passionate. The backdrop of the ranch area/small town feel was almost like a character of its own. It was fun to have the three old ladies present and nice to pop in with Finn and Callie with the kids from book one. These are like my curl up and relax books that put a smile on my face. I recommend the series and author to Contemporary Romance fans who love their cowboys and modern western settings, who appreciate humor in dialogue and scenes and who like their romance nearer the sweeter end of the spectrum though the passion is there. My thanks to Sourcebooks Casablanca and Net Galley for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review.