Hot-tempered and hot-blooded cowpuncher Jesse Makepeace can’t seem to accept that the child he once knew is now the ravishing yet determined woman before him. Fighting rustlers proves a whole lot easier than fighting Alex when he’s got to keep more than his temper under control.
Arguments abound as Alex pursues her career as an artist and Jesse faces the prejudice of the English social order. The question is, will Loveland live up to its name?
"…Great storytelling! Even though the happy ending is a given, the journey was much more satisfying because of the snappy dialogue, the pivotal plotting, and the realistic progression of Alex and Jesse's emotional connection. I'm happy to give this book Five Stars!
Lynda Coker, Between the Pages
"Andrea Downing does a very good job of depicting the hard life on a ranch in the late 1800´s as well as the struggles of a high-society woman to gain independence. I like the authors descriptive style and the pace throughout the book is very high, with one dramatic event after the other unfolding...The author does a good job in adding a lot of interesting historical detail and a fun group of supporting characters to give this classic romantic story more depth. I would recommend Loveland for lovers of romance and historical fiction enthusiasts."
--Daniella, The TBR Pile
She was starting back to the main house when Jesse grabbed her arm and turned her around. “You ever do that again,” he said in a voice she had never heard, intense in its anger, rage just below its surface, “I swear to God, Alex, I’ll...I’ll take you over my knee and give you a lickin’ once and for all.”
“How dare you!” She shook him off. “How dare you talk to me like that! How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are?”
Jesse jabbed his finger at her to emphasize he meant what he was saying. “Who do I think I am?” he snarled back. “Who do I think I am? You ever, ever take a gun off me again and point it at someone, you’ll find out who the hell I think I am. You know that coulda gone off? You know you coulda killed someone? I told you—out there yonder—I told you, you never point that thing at anyone less’n you mean bus’ness.”
“I did bloody well mean business! They were destroying that horse. Furthermore, I knew, and you knew, and they both knew, there wasn’t a shot under the hammer. You taught me that, didn’t you? So there was no chance of an accident!”
“That don’t matter none. You coulda pulled the hammer back twice. Way you was, you were nothin’ better’n a loose cannon, Alex. You ever do a thing like that again—”
“You’ll what?” She shook with her rage as tears pooled against her will. “I apologized to them both and they accepted my apologies. It’s none of your concern—”
“None of my concern! You pulled my gun! You ever do that again— Don’t you walk away when I’m talkin’ to you!”
She turned back to him after a few steps. “You’ll what? You’ll what, Jesse? What will you do? I want to hear it! Say it again. What will you do?” And she stood there in the evening darkness, facing him down, wearing him out like she’d faced down the stallion.
You can find Loveland at:
For the print book, The Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=991&zenid=8056610c65a9d0f13b6883882eb494a6
There are three miniatures of 1950s movie posters, which hang in my daughter’s bathroom, that amuse me no end. In light of what they promise by showing supposedly titillating pictures enhanced by sensational blurbs, we now know that their promises weren’t, by any means, kept. Nineteen-fifties censorship was pretty strict: no double-bed scenes, never mind sex; closed mouth kissing; and so on. After all, it hadn’t been so long ago that the producers of ‘Gone With the Wind’ (1939) were told to take out the now-famous line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!” They decided to pay the fine and keep the line…
And finally, we have ‘Lost, Lonely and Vicious’ (1958): “A Dramatic Sensation with the Brightest Stars of Tomorrow” whom we’ve hardly heard from again… Anyway, this poster says the film is a “CONFIDENTIAL EXPOSÉ! The white-hot story of what happens to boys and girls who come to Hollywood…seeking success, and clawing their way to the top!” Really? IMDb tells us that it concerns a rising male movie star, involved with his older woman dramatic coach (ah, that cougar detail again!), who meets a young innocent girl. And, by the way, he is strangely preoccupied with death… You wouldn’t guess any of this from the girl in her slip by the bed.
Designers of book covers today know all about titillation. Women no longer wear one-piece bathing suits; in fact, they hardly have to wear anything at all. Men with washboard stomachs and steel six-packs grab the female eye. And, then, there are those compromising positions or more-than-hints at Doms about to play hardball. But, at least, for the most part, the covers we now have live up to their promise. Now we will really get that whole, ripped-bare story of the beach babes of the Caribbean and the no-longer-confidential exposé.
My own covers are relatively tame but beautifully designed, I think. And they are certainly relevant to the book. I hope you’ll get a chance to look inside, too.
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