It’s Christmastime in Jubilee, Texas, but Lissette Moncrief is having a hard time celebrating . . .
Especially after she accidentally smashes her car into Rafferty Jones’s pick-up truck. Yes, he’s a whole lot of handsome—from the tips of his boots to the top of his Stetson. But he’s no Christmas present. Lissy’s not about to let herself get whisked away by his charming ways and words . . . only to watch him drive away in the end.
But what Lissy doesn’t know is Rafferty’s in town just to meet her—and to give her a share in a windfall that doesn’t rightly belong to him. At first, he just wants to do his good deed and get out. But one look at this green-eyed beauty has him deciding to turn this into a Christmas to remember . . . making promises he’s determined to keep—whether she believes in them or not.
This turned up on my Kindle the other day, which took me by surprise – I must have pre-ordered it a long time ago!
This is the third book in a trilogy. I haven’t read the others yet, and I don’t think you need to in order to enjoy this one.
I think the way A Cowboy for Christmas is packaged is extremely misleading. I don’t mean that in a bad way; the book has very little to do with Christmas, and I think a lot of people are going to miss out on a great contemporary romance because they’re going to expect some wholesome, “heart-warming” story.
You expect certain stereotypes when you pick up a Texas-set book with the word “Cowboy” in the title. Throw in a “Christmas” and you might think you’re headed for a cheese-fest.
Not so with Lori Wilde’s latest offering. I loved this one, with all its messy emotions and less stereotypical portrayal of that good old romance staple: small-town Southern USA.
Main character Lissette Moncrief started off on bad footing with me, confessing to romantic fantasies involving Clint Eastwood. I mean, come on, this is the guy who talks to chairs. Turns me on about as much as Sean Connery ever since I found out he is a proud advocate of wife-beating!
But once I got past the first page, Lissette was a character I loved, as was her romantic hero Rafferty Jones. Lissette finds herself stuck in the nightmare that is the reality of her childish cowboy fantasies. Gossips, lack of privacy, the horrible realisation being a cowboy doesn’t automatically make a man honourable. Her husband dumped her in small-town Texas, went to war, and never returned. Now a widow with a son who has just received a medical diagnosis she doesn’t know how to cope with, she also learns her husband left everything to a half-brother instead of to her and her son.
When the book opens around Halloween, things can’t get much worse for Lissette.
A Cowboy for Christmas has all the things that can be good about small town stories without the cheese. The book’s setting is definitely a lot more conservative than any culture I have lived in, but I thought the setting worked well for the story, and I liked that the characters were so unique to their lifestyle.
Don’t pick this up expecting a Christmas romance; it isn’t. In fact, there’s more time devoted to Halloween! However, anyone who likes a good, emotional contemporary romance should like this.