Sunday, November 28, 2010

Honky Tonk Christmas by Carolyn Brown

Who wouldn't want that sexy cowboy on the cover for Christmas? Hubby might mind, but I don't think I would!!  Seriously, I've read and reviewed the whole Honky Tonk series to date, and I've loved every single one of them.  Honky Tonk Christmas is no exception!! It's the icing on the already delicious cake.

Sharlene Waverly, if you remember her from the last book, she was a journalist looking for a story at the Honky Tonk.  Instead, she found herself getting involved with the bar and before you know it, she quit her job and took over ownership of the Honky Tonk from Larissa - who found love.

Sharlene though is has viscious nightmares of her time in the military.  She can't shake the sand from her eyes or the death from her mind and heart.  She knows that the Honky Tonk has a record of the owners finding their soul mate, but Sharlene knows she isn't marriage or mommy material. 

She is determined though to add to the Honky Tonk so there is more room for dancing.  No one will do for the bar though, except the best carpenter in the state, Holt Jackson.  He may look dreamy, but Sharlene knows love isn't for her.

Holt Jackson thinks Shar is a firecracker, and the electricity between them would be fine for a fling, but when Holt's sister died, he obtained full custody of his neice and nephew.  They come first, so he is bound and determined to just do the job he is there to do and that's it.  But sometimes fate has other things in mind, and Shar and Holt may both get what they really want for Christmas.

Carolyn Brown is a master storyteller! Mixing the twang and love of country music, setting it to the charm of the old Honky Tonk bar and a love between two people that will enrapture and capture your heart.  I'm sad to see this series come to an end.  Say it ain't so Ms. Brown!! If you love romance novels and or country music, don't miss this delicious series!!

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