Wyoming Winter (Wyoming Men #7) by Diana Palmer
There's something about those Wyoming men…
New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer returns with a brand-new tale of desire and deception
Working his vast Wyoming ranch is all security expert JC Calhoun wants now. His land is the only thing the betrayed rancher cares about after discovering his fiancée is pregnant by another man. But all cynical JC holds dear becomes compromised when a lost little girl leads him to Colie Jackson, the woman who ruined his life.
Colie stops at nothing to protect the people she loves. Years ago, she left JC for his own good. Now, for the sake of her daughter, she must depend on the hard-headed man who won't forgive her. As ruthless criminals track their every move through the freezing Wyoming winter, Colie and JC will be forced to confront the lies that separated them – and the startling truth that binds them forever…
Our heroine has amoeba IQ and falls in love with the hero, who in my opinion has nothing lovable in his personality.
She decides to enter into a sexual relationship with the hero even knowing that there will be no marriage or commitment in the future.
The sex between them is horrible.
Our heroine only feels pain and discomfort as he reaches his pleasure quickly.
Ladies, here we have Speedy Gonzalez, the quickie. He is accustomed to experienced women and as described by the author he is not very good at it.
The heroine loves him so much he submits without complaining.
A complete idiot. WTF!
I was astonished and at the same time felt sorry for her.
He only thinks about himself and does not see the damage that has caused her reputation and her father.
He is totally full of traumas from the past and has major issues.
A misunderstanding occurs and he kicks her pregnant with his baby to the curb.
I was so engrossed with the story that I read until 4 am and had to stop to sleep ...
I confess that I went through a varied range of emotions up to this part, ranging from the mortal hatred of the hero to the complete amazement with naivete of our heroine.
Her father's attitude shocked me as well, he did not agree with her attitude but let her make her own decisions and offered support when she needed it. He just waited for her to fuck up and put her pieces together.
This is the attitude of a father with his head and heart in place, after all he is a minister in the church, but I was stressed just waiting for her to be screwed over by the hero and how the story would unfold.
If it were my daughter treated in this horrible way, I'd beat the shit out of the bastard.
Ladies, then the drama started.
As always in the author's stories we have moral lessons and in this case would not be different.
The author preaches that sex outside of marriage has terrible consequences ... our heroine got her reputation stained and her father's too, unplanned pregnancy and no marriage in sight. The rejection of the hero. Everything that could go wrong in her life happened. And the icing on the cake was the drug-trafficking brother threatening her.
A wedding in name only and hastily with a man who despite being wonderful still loves the dead wife and is dying of cancer. More drama!
I confess that I think that the daughter of heroes behaves inconsistently with the age presented. It was very strange. The author always puts something supernatural in her stories.
Years go by and the hero reforms his way of thinking and really regrets what he did.
Our heroine creates a new life in Texas and only comes back when more drama happens.
I know, I'm a bitter bitch.
But it was a good read and whoever is a fan of the author and is already accustomed to the style of her writing will like very much.
The more she saw of him, the more she wanted him.
J.C. worked full-time locally, but he went back overseas periodically to train troops in Iraq in police procedure.
She dressed like a lady, but he knew all about women who put on their best behavior around company.
He had women, but this one stirred him in a different way.
J.C. followed close behind her, his smile as smug and arrogant as the look on his face. Colie wanted him. He knew it without a word being spoken.
J.C. just stared into space. “I hate people. The best of them will turn on you, given the opportunity.”
She wanted J.C. Why was it so wrong to sleep with someone you loved? It was as natural as breathing. At least, she imagined it was.
“Daddy, I can’t help how I feel,” she ground out. “I’m crazy about him!”
He wasn’t about to get serious. He just wanted someone cute and responsive to spend time with. She didn’t seem the sort of woman who’d cling, and that suited him very well.
Could he do that to her? Make her beg, make her do anything he liked, and then just walk away?
She was old enough to know the score, and he was certain he wouldn’t be her first man.
You were raised to have principles. Don’t discard them for a man who’ll never marry you.”
“She was beautiful. The most beautiful human creature I’d ever seen. She was poised, sophisticated, talented.” He grimaced. “I thought she was perfect. I fell head over heels in love the first night. She could turn me inside out. She was like a drug, an addiction. I’d never known so much pleasure.” She was jealous, but she didn’t let on.
“We went around together for weeks. I took her to the opera, the theater, to symphony concerts. Even to a rock concert. I bought her designer clothing and diamonds. She really seemed to love me. I certainly loved her.”
But he didn’t call. And his two or three days turned into a week.
He’d had lovers; never a woman he could tease or joke with, or just enjoy talking to.
He took what was offered and moved on to the next woman.
“I won’t make promises, Colie,” he said huskily. “No matter what happens.”
So she took a deep breath and let him have her. He cried out with the pleasure. She was happy that her body was giving him so much joy, she only wished she could share it. But she felt torn and uncomfortable.
At least it didn’t take a long time, she wasn’t sure she could have managed not to start crying.
So she didn’t refuse him. As he’d promised, he took longer with her. But her body, still recovering from the shock and pain of the first time, was uncooperative.
That was, until he penetrated her. She ground her teeth together and tried to relax, but it was almost as uncomfortable as it had been the first time. J.C. didn’t notice. He was starving for her.
He tried to slow down. He couldn’t. It had been a long time between women.
She didn’t respond, or demand, as his other women had. She did whatever he wanted her to do.
She didn’t like sex. She was certain of it now.
“Colie, I’m not proposing marriage. You understand that, don’t you? I’m asking you to live with me.
He didn’t love her.
She was as much as admitting that he didn’t satisfy her.
“But you don’t enjoy having sex with me,”
“You can tell people we’re engaged,” he said after a minute.
“I’m still not interested in marriage, Colie. But if you spread it around that I’m serious about you, it will make things easier for your father. He’s a good man,”
Latex and all, she was thinking, but she gave in, as she always did, dreading the discomfort...
She enjoyed the intimacy, even if she didn’t enjoy the sex.
He didn’t call. Days went by without a word from him.
If J.C. had really cared about her, he’d have called. He’d have written.
“I was sick of you, anyway,” he said as he headed toward the bedroom. “You never did anything in bed except lie there like a plastic doll. You never wanted me. You couldn’t even pretend that you did. I guess your boyfriend was better in bed, even if he was poor. Rod said you couldn’t keep your hands off him, even in front of your father.”
“Just for the books, I wouldn’t have married you, even if that child had been mine,” he added. “I told you. I love my freedom.”
“Two-timing prostitutes, the lot of you! I thought you were different. I really did. But you were just out for what you could get, like all the others.”
If she was innocent, no wonder she hadn’t liked the first time, or the times that followed. He’d always been in a hurry.
He’d thrown Colie away, called her names, accused her of lying, ridiculed the way she was in bed.
“Sometimes, we dig our own graves long before we die,” he said out of the blue.
yesterday is a memory and tomorrow is a hope.
“But courage isn’t the lack of fear—it’s having the guts to act even when you’re most afraid. That’s true heroism.”
“He said that life was useless unless we forgave people. It’s what faith is supposed to be all about.”
She simply accepted what little affection he was capable of, without wishing for more.
She loved J.C., but this had been an unpleasant part of their relationship, just the same. “It’s okay,”
“I told you. I’ve been reading books...” She gasped