Author: Delores Fossen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: April
17th, 2018
Publisher:
HQN
Series: Wrangler’s Creek
Format: Print
Print ISBN: 9781335631992
Digital ISBN: B075JH8W58
Wrangler’s Creek’s most eligible bad boy has
just become its most eligible single dad.
Dylan Granger could
always count on his rebellious-cowboy charm to get his way—until the day his
wife, Jordan, left him and joined the military. The realization that during a
wild night he got her cousin pregnant is shocking enough. But the news that Jordan
has come home to Texas to help raise the baby is the last thing he expects.
Raising a baby with
Dylan in Wrangler’s Creek is a life Jordan might’ve had years ago, but she
doesn’t want regrets. She wants what’s best for the child—and to find out if
there’s something deeper between her and her ex than blazing-hot chemistry.
Getting closer means letting down her guard to Dylan again, but will he be able
to accept the emotional scars on her heart?
Lone Star Blues is the fifth book in the Wrangler Creek series. Dylan Granger wakes up one morning to find a naked woman in his room and a social worker on his doorstep with a toddler she claims is his son. On top of that, his ex-wife is back and wants to fight for custody of the boy. Before now, I would have said each of these could be read as stand-alones. However, having missed reading the fourth book, I kept feeling like I was missing something. For starters, what was the Bingo game? I don't remember that from the first three books. But, I could just not be remembering correctly.
I have to admit that I really didn't care for this story at all. Out of the four in the series that I have read, this is my least favotire. There are a few reasons. First, everyone seemed to be overly angry in the story. That is the vibe that I kept getting as I read it. No one seems to like each other. Second, I couldn't understand why no one had confidence in Dylan that he could raise Corbin. So he had been with a lot of women. Who cares? It's not like he strung them all along or forced them. He has money and a successful ranch. It didn't make sense to me. Frankly, I felt bad for Corbin the most and he was only 2.5 years old. Jordan's PTSD was not really addressed very well and that bothered me. The ending was abrupt and highly unsatisfying.
There were a few humorous moments, but not enough to really save the book. I do recommend the series as a whole, but this one isn't high on my list.
Excerpt:
Copyright© 2018
Lone Star Blues
Delores Fossen
Downing some more coffee, Dylan headed off the porch and
toward the large detached garage for another vehicle. However, before he could
even make it there, he saw something sparkly on the stone path. A silver purse
that was smaller and flatter than the palm of his hand. It had some chew marks
on it and was wet, possibly from dog slobber.
Since
this likely belonged to the naked woman, he opened it to see if he could find
her ID. And there it was—her driver’s license along with a credit card and some
lipstick. There was also one of those stupid Dylan Granger Sex Bingo cards
folded up inside.
Thankfully, it was blank.
He pulled out the license and looked at her birth date
first. She was twenty-six. Way too young for him but at least she was legal.
Then he read the name, and his stomach went to his ankles. Because it was Misty
Turley, the same last name as the judge who was pissed at him. And with the
way his morning was going, Dylan seriously doubted that was a coincidence. No,
this was likely another of his daughters. One younger than Melanie.
Maybe he could send Walter Ray a whole case of scotch.
Dylan didn’t know exactly how many daughters the judge
actually had. Walter Ray had gotten divorced years ago, and when his ex-wife
had moved away, the girls only visited Wrangler’s Creek every now and then. Or
at least that had been the case until Melanie had moved back after she’d
finished college.
He picked up the purse so he could take it back inside
and add it to the pile of clothes. Since the identity of the naked woman was
bad news number five, that had to mean he was good to go at least for the rest
of the day.
Or not.
Dylan heard the sound of an engine right before he saw
the cop car pull up in front of the house. It wasn’t the local cops, either.
The cruiser had San Antonio Police on the door.
A tall,
lanky man in uniform stepped out. “I’m looking for Dylan Granger,” he said, and
he flashed his badge.
Hell. What now? Had Walter Ray sent someone to look for
his daughter?
“I’m Dylan Granger.” He tucked the purse in his back
pocket and walked toward the cop. “Is there a problem?”
The cop didn’t answer. He just motioned to someone inside
the cruiser, and a moment later, a gray-haired woman stepped out. She wasn’t alone.
She was gripping the hand of a little boy who couldn’t have been more than two
or three years old.
Dylan silently repeated that—hell, what now?
“You need to sign for him,” the woman said. She had some
papers in her left hand, and she started toward Dylan, pulling the little boy
with her.
Dylan shook his head. “Why do I need to sign? And who is
he?”
The woman smiled as if there was something to smile about.
“Well, Mr. Granger, according to this paper, this precious little boy is your
son.”
About Delores Fossen:
USA Today bestselling author, Delores Fossen, is an Air Force
veteran who has sold over 100 novels. She's received the Booksellers' Best
Award for romantic suspense, the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award and was
a finalist for the prestigious Rita ®. Her books have been featured in Woman's
Day and Woman’s World. In addition, she's had nearly a hundred short stories
and articles published in national magazines.
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