No woman on the trek to Texas was more mysterious than Lydia Langston. No man was more stubborn than Ross Coleman . . . and both were running from the past. Lydia had vowed no man would ever take away her pride, while Ross Coleman stayed true to his wife, who had died in childbirth, the woman who had given him his son. Yet Lydia and Ross would find themselves together, fighting the same enemy and the same dangerous emotions building inside them . . . unable to stop the events that would eventually pit a man’s deadly vengeance against the strength of a woman’s love.
I must admit that I didn’t know I was reading a historical romance until I realized the settings in the book are kind of old school. And the words they’re using makes me look back again and “OH! It’s a historical romance book.” Well, I’m attracted to the book cover as well as the blurb behind the book. 😂
While reading the book, I have mixed emotions running through me. As a reader, I know what really happens to Lydia. But the others don’t. So I’m kind of upset and mad when they start calling her a ‘whore’ or ‘white trash’. Especially when it comes to Ross Coleman. He never fails to remind me his late wife’s name. How beautiful or elegant or refine she is.
In every book, there is always a bad guy. And in this case, there are quite a number of them. Bad guys or mean guys or mean women? There’s this very pitiful and sad woman who always like to raise hell if something doesn’t go her way or she’s just too jealous to acknowledge that someone is happy. And there’s this family who is really good folks since they’ve rescue Lydia and tend to her even without knowing who she really was.
I did enjoy some part of the book and I did get mad at most part of the book. This is a very frustrating historical romance book that I ever read.
I’m playing around with my newly bought camera. 😊