Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Cowboy Crazy by Joanne Kennedy

Sarah Landon's Ivy League scholarship transforms her from a wide-eyed country girl into a poised professional.  Until she's assigned to do damage control with the boss's rebellious brother Lane, who's the burr in everybody's behind.  He's determined to save his community from oil drilling, and she's not going back to the ranch she left forever.  Spurs will shine in this saucy romp about ranchers and roots, redemption and second chances. 

This actually was an interesting take on small town life and those who leave it behind.  If you're looking for romance, you'll find...lots of lust on one side and some pure love on the other side.  In all honesty this could have been a great book.  I love the plot and the little town that is the focus of the book.  What kept it from being great is the characters.  They're well-developed and realistic, but I just really loathed every single one of them. 
That in itself would be alright, except I don't think I was supposed to dislike them all so much.  I didn't even have a break from these horrid characters since there wasn't one single person in the book I liked or could sympathize with.  Gold diggers, abusers, stalkers and plain old snooty witches (not the word I want to use!) top the list.  Even the back characters are backstabbing, self-serving whoremongers.  I couldn't keep my focus on the book because my focus was kept on the characters, whom I seriously wanted to chop into little bitty pieces.  They weren't even over-the-top enough to make me love how horrible they are.  But, the background was vividly detailed, the dialogue witty and entertaining and the romance sizzling hot! If you're looking for a quick, fun read and can overlook a group of nasty characters, this could be the book for you.  If you're a fan of Joanne Kennedy's works or enjoy cowboy romances, definitely pick up Cowboy Crazy. 

*I recieved a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.  Shawn

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