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Monday, May 11, 2015

Getting Lucky by Jennifer Seasons

 
 
MY Review
 
Can I get an Amen! I have finally died and gone to heaven because we have two of my favorite kind of men wrapped up in one in this book. An Irish Cowboy! I am sure others have written this type of hero but this is the first book I have read with him in it. Jennifer captures the feeling of Dublin, Ireland very well too. When I was there I saw the ruff parts and the privileged areas. Irish men are so sexy and the thing is that most know it too. I liked that even though Sean knows he is hot and that there is a strong passion with Shannon he does try to fight it. He has goals and convictions he has a hard time forgetting. I was hooked on Sean right away but not just because of the Irish heritage, it was his determination to not let the life he had been dealt define him as the man he would always be. That to me shows so much caricature and is very attractive.  Listen to me describe him as if he is real, this should show you that while reading you will be drawn into all the secrets, past and present. You will need to know the people in the town better. This is a series that will leave us wanting more…
                Shannon is a strong women trapped in a need to please mentality and I could completely understand why. She was strong because she was able to move away from her family only listening to her father because she wanted to protect her sister and to get approval. I loved watching her grow and become the women she was meant to be.  Shannon is looking for Sean’s secrets knowing she is hiding things herself. She has a hard time thinking around the sexy man and yet can’t wait to see him again. Lies, secrets, and danger await in this page turner. You have no doubt read the blurb and will read the excerpt, now go buy the book because this new series is going to be a favorite I can assure you!
 
Excerpt:
Shannon glanced at a stand of early June aspens swaying in the gentle breeze and smiled softly. The leaves were such a tender shade of green against the white of the bark; there wasn’t anything like them back home in Saratoga Springs, New York, which was too bad because they were beautiful. The leaves danced on the wind like gypsies around a campfire.
“It’s beautiful here.” She couldn’t help admitting it. Even the sunshine on her face felt amazing. “It’s such a gorgeous day, isn’t it? If this guy doesn’t hire me, I’ll hike back down to the entrance here and meet you. I’ll text you once I know if I got the job.”
Colleen shifted and crossed her arms, her voice oddly neutral when she replied, “Of course. I was planning to wait.”
Shannon narrowed her eyes, suddenly suspicious of her sister’s tone. “Did Dad tell you to leave me here anyway?” It would be so like him to force his will on her even from two thousand miles away. No way did she want to be stranded out in the wilds of the Colorado Rockies with no transportation. It was something like seven miles back into town. Not exactly a leisurely afternoon stroll in the park.
“I’m sorry, Shan, but I have to. You know how Dad is. In his mind, you’ll work harder to secure the job if you don’t have any backup waiting for you. He called it ‘added incentive.’ ” Sympathy and understanding shone in her eyes. They both knew all too well what that meant. “I wish I could stay here to make sure it all goes well, but I can’t. My orders are to head straight back to the hotel and call Dad to receive instructions. Before you ask, I have no idea what he has planned for me.”
Instinctively Shannon’s back went up. Callum Charlemagne was so very fond of his orders. How else best to rule the kingdom, right?
Feeling that old tension settle between her shoulder blades, Shannon began to pace. Some things just never changed, no matter how old she was. His penchant for bullying made her as angry today as it had when she was a teenager.
Colleen placed a hand on her arm, gently stopping her midstride. “He loves us, Shannon. In his way, the best he can. And he legitimately needs your help.” Her fingers gripped tightly for a brief moment and then released, her expression suddenly pensive. “This time we all do.”
That simple truth took the fire out of Shannon. They all needed her to step up. Her family was the majority shareholder in the company, but for how much longer, no one knew. They’d had to borrow against the stock, and there was no money to repay the loan since they had so few clients generating cash flow.
No income, no majority control of the company—no farm.
Why? Because her family farm was owned by the company. And without the security of owning 51 percent of the stock, they could be booted off the place without a moment’s notice. In every way, they and the business—their very future—would be at the whim of the company.
It still grated, knowing that truth. Not only had the business been in the Charlemagne line for generations, the farm was home. It held all their best memories—like how every Christmas her mother made homemade cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting for breakfast and everyone sat in front of the fireplace with their newly opened gifts and chowed down. They all got to eat with their fingers. It was heaven.
And in all actuality, it was the one time of year that her parents really and truly relaxed. They laughed and smiled, and seemed to leave the bad stuff behind—or at least alone. The rest of the year the stress of simply being a Charlemagne and managing everything that entailed wore them down. Christmas was their time to breathe.
 
 


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