Unbridled by Diana Palmer
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
More of the same.
Our heroine is a virgin, alone in the world, poor and not beautiful. I found it odd that she was so poor because I always thought the nurses had a good salary.
The only plausible explanation would be that she had debts, but that is not clear.
Our hero is the typical male of the author, he is handsome and of Latin origin. He neglects his son and is totally focused on work. But our hero does not see what's going on under his nose in his own house.
He and his son do not communicate and the boy suffers because of it.
The story of this book is very similar to the others in this series. Nothing new or different.
An ok story that will please the author's fans.
PS: I highlighted the characters from the previous books in the series that have a small participation or are mentioned in the story. Whoever follows the series from the beginning will find it interesting. I particularly like it when characters loved by readers appear.
But it was the same as always. She was alone, because she was too shy to push herself into one of the many small groups and engage in conversation. She lived alone, stayed alone, was resigned to being alone for the rest of her life.
Her hair was her one good quality. It was straight and pretty when she left it long, and it fell to her waist in back.
Her father had taught her all the exotic Latin dances
He was gorgeous! Tall, olive-complexioned, elegant, with powerful long legs and a face that would have graced a magazine cover. He had a very masculine face, with a chiseled, sensuous mouth. Black eyes danced under a rakishly tilted cream-colored Stetson,
She’d never been so close to a man in her adult life, and it shocked her, how much she liked it.
Marcus Carrera might have been a mobster at one time, but he was a man with a huge heart.
Sunny had only dated once in high school, and the date had been a disaster. She still shivered with misery, thinking about what had happened.
He wondered what it was about her that made him feel hungry. She wasn’t beautiful. She was small breasted and tall, almost elegant. But that hair, that gorgeous, beautiful, sexy hair, made her far more attractive than she realized.
I understand that Senior FBI Agent Jon Blackhawk taught the crime unit guys some brand-new words when he saw the victim.”
“And here we are again, Ruiz,” Alice Mayfield Jones Fowler teased. “We were just together last week on another homicide. We really have to stop meeting like this. My husband thinks I have a secret yen for you.”
John had loved little Maria, his wife. But it had never been the sort of passionate love they showed in movies. It had been more a relationship between good friends.
He liked that. She wasn’t beautiful, but he thought she was pretty, with her long blond hair and big brown eyes and sweet smile.
Cal Hollister was a good man, with a kind heart.
“Well, I’d better send my psychologist home. She gets paid by the hour.” He shivered. “Keeps snakes.” Hollister’s eyes widened. “Emma Cain.”
Merrie York. She takes the shift when you’re off, doesn’t she?”
“I know her brother, Stuart,” he said. “We have a mutual friend, Hayes Carson, who’s sheriff down in Jacobs County.”
“Former enforcer,” John replied. “He’s the son of Dane Lassiter, who heads a well-known Houston detective agency. From what we hear, the son is actually a fed working several undercover cases with international perpetrators.”
“She said that people came into your life because you needed them to. Some people make you happy. Some make you sad. But there’s always a reason. There are no coincidences.”
Sgt. Colter Banks. He had an office in the basement of Rangers HQ in San Antonio. If anybody could connect something, it would be Banks.
“I’d forgotten all about that. Sheriff Hayes Carson in Jacobsville was shot. An attempt was made on one of the Kirk boys in Wyoming, the one who’d been a Border Patrol agent. Both attempts were made by the same man, the one who’d pinched the shirt and watch from the murdered assistant DA, because he didn’t want them to remember that he’d been wearing the DA’s shirt!”
“He made an attempt on Carlie Blair in Jacobsville as well, didn’t he?” Banks asked.
...you mention it to Cobb, the senior DEA agent in Houston, he starts foaming at the mouth,” John chuckled.
“I know Grier. He was a Texas Ranger some years back.”
“Good man, Garon.”
“It’s something of a contest down in Jacobsville,” he mused. “We have three couples who fight it out on the dance floor. The Griers, the Caldwells, and the Kantors. They’re all accomplished, but the rumor is that Stanton Rourke Kantor and his wife are the true champions.
“My best friend on the ward is Merrie York. Her brother has a ranch in Jacobsville. She knows all the news.”
“Rick Marquez. He’s a lieutenant of detectives. An old friend,” he added with a smile.
“He’s married to one of the most beautiful women in the country. Tippy Moore, she used to be known as when she modeled.”
In fact, Copper Coltrain raised the devil and insisted that the hospital had to have priority. Which it should.” He paused and started smiling.
Cash’s cousin is the state attorney general. If we get any threats to shut down the investigation, he’ll call Simon Hart and we won’t have any more roadblocks. It seems Cash is also related to a US senator.” “Calhoun Ballenger.” Hayes nodded.
“It helps when we get stonewalled. The other US senator from Texas, Fowler, is the father of Cy Parks’s foreman, Harley. He’s married to Alice,”
“Colby Lane?” John asked with an amused smile. “Yes. You know him?”
“She’s Jason Pendleton’s stepsister and she’s married to DEA agent Rodrigo Ramirez.” “Glory Ramirez,” Hollister replied, smiling. “She was a crackerjack assistant DA here. I hated to see her relocate to Jacobsville.”
“So Kilraven finally married again, to Winnie Sinclair. Her brother—” “Owns one of the biggest ranches in Jacobs County,” John interrupted.
“Yes, Boone Sinclair,” Rick agreed. “He and his wife, Keely, eat at Mom’s restaurant.”
Blake Kemp, the district attorney, gave John a curious look. “Do you need to talk to me?” “No, I need to talk to Glory,”
“Yes, so Mommy doesn’t have to cook after a long day,” DEA senior agent Rodrigo Ramirez chuckled. He bent to kiss his wife.
“I haven’t had a woman since my wife died. Three years...” His mouth was invasive then, passionate and demanding. “Stop me!”
He was working too hard, putting in too much overtime. He was neglecting his son.
She heard him drive away. And then the guilt began to grow. Once passion grew cold, reality set in. He’d mentioned a future together. But he hadn’t mentioned marriage. Not once.
“Just as well, under the circumstances,” she bit off, flushed and hurt. “You weren’t serious anyway.” “No, I wasn’t,” he lied, wounded and hitting back. “I got what I wanted from you,” he said with a sarcastic smile.
“Nice, but not worth giving up my freedom for. Maybe Hollister’s more your type.” She forced a smile. “Maybe he is,” she said in a haughty tone.
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