Showing posts with label R.C. Ryan. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Legacy of Copper Creek by R.C. Ryan Release Week Blitz!



When Love Walks Through the Door . . .
Like all MacKenzie men, Whit respects three things: hard work, his family, and the wild beauty of the Montana land he calls home. The solitude of the high country is a welcome respite to a loner like Whit. So when a powerful spring snowstorm hits as he's tending the herd, Whit heads to one of the family's isolated cabins. The cold winds don't trouble him. The gorgeous mystery woman waiting inside does. 

All Cara Walton wanted was a chance to clear her head. And the forgotten cabin on the outskirts of the MacKenzie ranch seemed like the perfect place to do just that—until Whit arrives. The rugged cowboy quickly melts Cara's defenses and she's powerless to resist his strong arms or his tender touch. She desperately wants to trust him, but there's so much Whit doesn't know, so much she hasn't told him. She lost everything once—can she find the courage to risk her heart again?


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REVIEW:

Well, both characters certainly have their troubles. And there is a bit of a surprise about their troubles that is still to come even after you hear their stories. Cara and Whit both have their demons and are trying to work through them.

The writing was really good although it almost felt as if it moved very quickly at some points in the story. It was never to the point where I was lost though.

The Legacy of Copper Creek was humerous at points, ansty at others and cetainly very hot at other points.

While the villian is not hard to discover, his motive is not clear or was not to me. And that is what I wanted to know once everything else was explained well enough.

The ending was beautiful and that is all I really have to say.

Overall, The Legacy of Copper Creek was a good read, and contained good writing and characters that were less than perfect.

EXCERPT:


The door opened and the woman who’d been on his mind stepped into the snow and started toward him.
“I feel like Nanook of the North.” She was grinning from ear to ear.
He was relieved to see the smile back in her eyes. “You look like my nephew Casey when his mother puts him in a snowsuit. It’s like a straightjacket and he can barely move. Can you bend those arms?”
With a laugh, she walked stiff-legged and stiff-armed in his direction. “What arms? Are there arms under all these layers?”
He was laughing as she bent down and, without warning, scooped up a handful of snow before taking aim. It hit him squarely in the face.
His smile turned into a look of surprise before he set aside the ax and filled both hands with snow. “Goldilocks, that was a declaration of war. And you don’t stand a chance.”
Seeing what he planned, she ducked, and the snowball he tossed landed harmlessly on the bark of a tree behind her.
“A certain cowboy needs to correct his aim.” She scooped up more snow and sent it flying toward his head.
Before she could blink, a handful of snow landed on her cheek and found its way down the collar of her parka.
Just as she brushed it aside, she looked up to see him racing toward her.
With a squeal, she turned and started running.
In quick strides he caught up with her and wrapped both arms around her, lifting her clean off her feet. In one quick motion, he scooped up snow and lobbed it right at her.
“Oh, you’ll pay for this, Cowboy.” She was still wiping away the snow when he bent down and filled his hands with more.
Seeing that, she dropped to her knees and did the same.
“Not on your life, woman.” Whit leapt on her, moving so quickly she was pinned beneath him, and they sank into a snowdrift tall enough to bury them both.
He grabbed some snow and held it up menacingly.
“You’d better apologize for that sneak attack, Goldilocks, or your face is going to freeze.”
She held up both hands in a sign of surrender. “Whit. No. I’ve had enough.”
Laughing, he tossed aside the snow. When he looked down at her, he realized too late that it had been a mock surrender. Laughing, she tackled him and rubbed a snowball into his face, forcing him to eat a handful of snow.
“Quite the little actress, aren’t you? Now you’ve done it. I won’t be fooled again by your cheating.”
“I wasn’t cheating. I was using war strategy.”
“Here’s your strategy.” Straddling her, he smeared snow over her face just as she did the same to him.
They both froze in place, laughing so hard they could barely catch their breath.
“I love the devious way you think, Goldilocks.”
“You mean, the same way you do?”
“Yeah.” Whit leaned close enough to touch his forehead to hers. And immediately realized his mistake.
Up close, her face was glowing and her lips, pursed in a perfect little pout, filled his line of vision.
“I think I’ve found a way to end this war.”
Seeing the way his gaze burned over her lips, she understood his intention and tried to turn her face away.
He reached up and caught her chin so that she could do nothing more than watch as his face slowly descended toward hers.
“You’d better declare a truce, Goldilocks.”
“Never.” The word was forced from her suddenly dry throat in a low, drawn-out whisper.
“Oh, I do love a challenge. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
His mouth closed over hers in a kiss that was as shocking to their systems as the snow had been just moments earlier. A kiss that sent tiny spears of fire and ice dancing through both their veins.
“Ready to declare a truce?”


About the author:
New York Times bestselling author R.C. Ryan has written more than ninety novels, both contemporary and historical. Quite an accomplishment for someone who, after her fifth child started school, gave herself the gift of an hour a day to follow her dream to become a writer.  In a career spanning more than twenty years, Ms. Ryan has given dozens of radio, television, and print interviews across the country and Canada, and has been quoted in such diverse publications as the Wall Street Journaland Cosmopolitan. She has also appeared on CNN News, and Good Morning America. R.C. Ryan is a pseudonym of New York Times bestselling author Ruth Ryan Langan. 

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Rebel of Copper Creek Blog Tour!




A love worth fighting for . . .
The last thing widow Juliet Grayson needs is a man in her life. Between caring for her two young sons and maintaining her husband's ranch, her hands are more than full. Then she meets Griff Warren. With his quiet strength and his easy way with her boys, she's tempted to trust him. But if there's anything she's learned, it's that love only leads to heartbreak. Former Marine Griff Warren never thought he'd settle down. Rebellious and proud, he's always been on his own . . . until the father he never knew he had died, leaving him with land that is his legacy and brothers to share the load. He doesn't need more than that. But Juliet touches something deep inside him-and he wants nothing more than to protect her and her sons. Now if only he can convince her to take a second chance at true love.

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She opened a second door to reveal a bathroom fit for a queen, with a tub and shower big enough for an army, a lovely oval sink and mirror, and all of it done in shades of white marble.
She turned to him with a look of alarm.  “Oh, Griff.  I don’t belong here.”
He merely smiled.  “Neither do I.   But I won’t tell if you don’t.”  His smile grew.  “I say we just kick back and enjoy all this until they discover we’re frauds.”
She tried to laugh, but it came out in a sigh.  
Before she could say more he touched a finger to her lips.  Just a touch, but they both looked stunned at his boldness.
He lowered his hand and took a step back.  “I’d better say goodnight and get out of here.”
“Wait.”  She caught his hand and held it tightly.  “Just stay a minute more.  I’m feeling overwhelmed.”
His smile was quick and charming.  “I’m feeling overwhelmed myself.  But it’s not the room, it’s the woman in it.”
“Don’t joke, Griff.”
His smile disappeared.  “It’s no joke.  And if I don’t leave you right now, I just might not make it out of here.”
He got as far as the door before turning to look at her.  That was his downfall.  In quick strides he crossed the room and grabbed her in a fierce embrace.
“I almost made it.”  The words were whispered against her temple as he began brushing hot, wet kisses down the side of her face until she turned her head slightly and his lips found hers.  “I know you told me you don’t like this.” His voice was a rough growl of desperation.
“That’s what I said.  But right this minute I can’t tell you that, Griff.”  She clung to him.  “I need you hold me, just for a minute.”
“If I stay for a minute, it could turn into hours.  I may not be able to leave at all.  In fact, it’s already too late. I know what touching you does to me.”
And then he took the kiss deep, nearly devouring her.  
Her body was crushed against him, her heartbeat wildly matching his.  The feel of her ragged breath, her pounding pulse, added more fuel to the fire that raged through him.
“Wait, Griff.  I need a minute…”
Her words barely penetrated the fog that seemed to have taken over his control.
Instead of doing as she asked, he backed her across the room until they were stopped by the press of the wall against her back.  They barely noticed the bump of their bodies as they continued the kiss until they were nearly crawling inside each other’s skin.
He was so hot he could barely catch a breath.  Lifting his head, he breathed deeply before lowering his face to hers.  “I could stay the night.  I could…”
She lifted a hand to his mouth.  “Wait.  Stop.  I need to think.”
“I can’t think.  My brain…”  He sucked in air, hoping to clear his mind.
“We can’t do this.”  She put a hand to his chest.
“I know.  I know.”  He caught her hand in his.  “I’ll go.”
As he started to turn away she lifted herself on tip toe to brush his mouth with hers.  “I don’t want you to, but I know I need to send you away.”
He half-turned back to her.  “I don’t have to…”
“Yes.  No.”  She breathed deeply.  “Yes.  Go.”
His hands closed around her shoulders.  “Was that no?  Or go?”
She looked up at the same moment he looked down.  They bumped noses, then both burst into laughter.
They laughed so hard they clung together, shaking and laughing.
He pressed his forehead to hers and managed another shaky breath.  “Okay.  At least I know we’re both crazy.”  He held her a little away and stared deeply into her eyes before giving a groan.  “I’m going now.  Just…”  He backed away.  “…don’t touch me or I won’t make it.”
She stayed where she was, watching as he backed across the room.  Straightening his shoulders he turned and opened the door.  He stepped out and pulled it firmly shut behind him.


New York Times bestselling author R.C. Ryan has written more than ninety novels, both contemporary and historical.  Quite an accomplishment for someone who, after her fifth child started school, gave herself the gift of an hour a day to follow her dream to become a writer. In a career spanning more than twenty years, Ms. Ryan has given dozens of radio, television, and print interviews across the country and Canada, and has been quoted in such diverse publications as the Wall Street Journal and Cosmopolitan.  She has also appeared on CNN News, and Good Morning America. R.C. Ryan is a pseudonym of New York Times bestselling author Ruth Ryan Langan. 
@RuthRyanLangan


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