☆✮ My Review ✮☆
Beauty and the Brit was a sweet, enjoyable read that had everything from cowboys, danger, love, family, suspense and even seduction!
Rio Montoya was an admirable character as she was independent, fierce, loyal, and very up on her toes. She had an overprotective, mother hen aura and had eloquently kept watch on her two siblings, Bonnie and Paul. That is, until trouble comes lurking their way and the three siblings find themselves in hiding.
Where do they go you may ask?
Well, Kennison Falls, Minnesota of course!
Here, the Montoya’s seek refuge and look to start anew but know that it’s only a matter of time before time runs out in Kennison Falls, their safe haven.
Add on, a handsome and mysterious British stable owner, David Pitts-Matherson, to the picture, who irrevocably stirs something in Rio and brings the two into uncharted territory that neither had ever planned on venturing. What will this new temptation between them lead to? Love? Or heartbreak?
What with Rio’s baggage and David’s secrets, and the threat of danger in the midst…how will everything pan out? Will Rio and her family escape the tyranny of the local Minneapolis gang? And will she and David confront their pasts and embrace their future once and for all? Read and you will find out!
#A delectable read that won’t surely be my last from this author!! Both Rio and David were different from many characters I come across and were so intriguing and refreshing together and apart! How awesome is that?! And the backdrop of the story, Kennison Falls, was just beautiful and spectacular! I would love to go to a place like that!! Great job Ms. Selvig!!
-Overall : 8
-Plot : 8
-Writing : 8
-Characters : 8
-Cover : 8.5
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her cradle-robbing husband and a border collie that inspired the character Dug (”Squirrel!”) in the Disney movie Up.After working as a journalist and editor and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, Liz entered and won RWA’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010 with her contemporary romance T he Rancher and the Rock Star. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her nearly twenty four-legged grandchildren.
☆✮ Here’s a little taste from BEAUTY AND THE BRIT: ✮☆
Rio’s stomach fluttered. “You aren’t too bad either. With your hair a little mussed like it is, that saddlebag over your shoulder . . . those chaps. If you took off your shirt you’d look just like the cowboy in the picture I used to have on my wall.”
Obvious pleasure pulled the corners of his lips upward. “We have the compliments well in hand. Excellent.”
“I know what you’re trying to do—keep me from being nervous about tomorrow. But I’m fine.”
“Apprehensive, but not scared. We’re meeting in a safe place that Paul chose. He won’t do anything.”
“I think you’re amazingly brave. I’m quite proud of you.”
She didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t brave; she was desperate to be done with this and . . . and what? Go back home? Where was home?
“I’ve had a lot of help . . .”
She stopped midsentence and stared. David hadn’t moved, but he grasped the hem of his gray T-shirt with both hands and drew it up and over his head. It landed on the floor in a heap.
“Best I can do,” he said.
His best beat the lost cowboy from her old wall by miles. She didn’t speak. She barely kept drool off her chin.
“Not good enough, ’eh?” His teasing grin turned the flutters in her stomach into full-fledged trembles of excitement.
His hands dropped to the small buckle at the front of the chaps. Wordlessly he pulled the leather strap free of the buckle prong, then he bent forward and slid a zipper down the outside of the left leg. He did the same to the right. He pulled the chaps off with the slow flair of a Chippendale dancer.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rio whispered, her throat dry. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
His brows arched. “Is it working?”
“It’s been working for the past three days.”
He strode to her in three steps as if his patience had evaporated, hauled her against his bare chest, and sent his fingers diving into her hair. The heat of his kiss flowed over her, melting her will, her knees, and their kiss into delectable sweetness. She explored his back, kneading and stroking the broad muscles, then she smoothed down his tapered waist and gripped the seat of his jeans.
“Now who’s trying to turn whom on?”
“I do love your proper grammar.”
“Dukes must have it.”
“There’s no duke here. Just some hot American cowboy.”
He released her, stepped back slightly for balance, and lifted her into his arms. “We’re going to build a fire and then pretend it’s a campfire. If you want cowboy . . .”
“I don’t see anything to build a fire with.”
“Leave it to me.”
Now I’d like to ask you—what’s your favorite foreign accent? I wax on about British accents but there are so many sexy ones out there. I’d love to hear.
Thanks again for hosting me today!
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