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Special Delivery: This book won my 5 leaves !! Krista Ames-Fall into Reading Reviews
There's just somethingabout a cowboy...sexiness, handsome good looks or even his natural, go with theflow attitude maybe? Well whatever itis, Virgil Kincaid, the cowboy in Special Delivery was one of those.
In this story set in Colorado in 1888, we meet thehero Virgil Kincaid who after a few too many years brushing with the law andpaying his dues, is now the town Marshall of Clover City Colorado. A quiet place where hardly anything ever happensunless it's a brawl at the saloon over a game of cards.
Over an apparent murder on the outskirts of town,the Marshall is thrown into an investigation in which the heroine is right inthe dead middle of. (No pun intended)
Here is where our heroine Miss Mariah McAllisterenters. She is the daughter of DocMcAllister, the only doctor in town and she unnerves the Marshall at everyturn.
She's extremely independent, self-sufficient anddon't forget head strong. She's veryfocused on her soon-to-be expecting patient but just can't stay out of themurder investigation for the British man she found outside of town. The chemistry between these two excellentcharacters is riveting and has the perfect makings for a romance.
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Virgil Kincaidwas a prime cut of man. Over six feet tall, he made Mariah's five-foot sevenheight seem less gawky and awkward. And he was built for action, long and leanwith broad shoulders--shoulders she hankered to hold onto--and with narrowhips--hips she could easily envision pressed up against her own.
And then therewere his eyes. Grey as the sky in winter, full of secrets, revealing nothing.Virgil had been the town Marshal for nearly three years, yet no one knew wherehe'd come from or how long he intended to stay. What would it take to light afire in those eyes and put settling down in his thoughts?
Her gazedrifted lower and latched onto the front of his Levi's. A picture of what hemight look like naked skittered across her mind and her cheeks grew hot at theimagining.
"You donelookin?" he asked.
Her gazesnapped up to meet his, and the heat of humiliation replaced the lustfulwarmth.
"Yes," shebabbled, "there doesn't seem to be anything of interest here."
"Really?" hechallenged, with a cocky grin and a raised brow.
He steppedcloser and stood so near she could smell the man scent of him as she tried to ratchether breathing down to a more normal rate.
"You're a veryunusual woman, Miss McAllister."
"Is that goodor bad?" she dared to ask.
"I'm not sureyet."