Review & Giveaway: Montana Actually by Fiona Lowe
Montana
Actually
Medicine
River # 1
By:
Fiona Lowe
Releasing
January 6th,
2015
Berkeley
/ Penguin
Blurb
A
big-city doctor in a small-town Montana practice....A former nurse
who has sworn off doctors forever....The scene is set for passions to
ignite in Big Sky Country. Perfect for readers of Robyn Carr and
Sherryl Woods.
City
doctor Josh Stanton and his sports car don’t suit the country, but
with his medical school debt about to bury him, Josh has to make the
best out of a bad situation. Adjusting to his new job and life in the
middle of nowhere isn’t easy, but at least the views of the
mountains—and one distractingly attractive local—are stunning...
After
eight years away, Katrina McCade is back in Bear Paw for a break from
her life, bad choices—and men. But when a broad-shouldered stranger
bursts into town, she finds herself unexpectedly saddled with the
town’s sexy new doctor as a tenant. Katrina doesn’t need a man to
make her happy, especially a disgruntled physician. But try telling
her body that…
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manners almost made Katrina splutter “I’m so sorry” but
self-preservation generated on the back of fear stopped her. Her
heart was hammering so fast she could hear it whooshing in her ears.
There’s a stranger in my house. A very tall, broad-shouldered man
whose height and breadth blocked her only exit. A man with a menacing
two-day growth of dark stubble.
Think!
Boy was too old to protect her so she plunged her hand into her tool
belt, her fingers gripping the plastic handle of the screwdriver.
“Don’t move. I’ve got a gun.”
Boy
barked with all the menace of an aging biker.
“So
why the hell did you incapacitate me with paint?” Incredulity
dripped from his words as paint dripped off him onto the floor.
His
eyes were scrunched tightly shut and he frantically tore his shirt
off over his head exposing a chest with well-developed muscles that
bunched and rippled with the movement.
It
was poetry in motion.
First
rule of safety: Don’t ogle the house-invader.
He
pressed the shirt to his eyes. “God, damn it. This stings like a
son of a bitch.”
“Don’t
do that.” The nurse in her overrode her fear that he might have
arrived with intent to harm her and she jumped down from the ladder.
Grabbing the tail of the shirt, she whipped it out of his hands.
“You’ll make it worse. Don’t move and I’ll help you.”
“Yeah,
like I’m going anywhere when I can’t damn well see.” His voice
rose, edged with pain. “I need water. Get me to water.”
“The
bathroom’s downstairs.”
“Of
course it is,” he muttered as if the bathroom’s location was yet
another inconvenience on a very long list of many. “Take me there.”
He shot out his arm.
She
stared at his broad hand. A hand that wide should have chunky fingers
but his were long and tapered with neatly cut nails.
“Hello?
Miss? I’m going blind here.” His voice combined a thread of
anxiety with absolute, authoritative control. “Let’s go.”
“Sorry.”
She said, snapping to attention. She slid her hand into his and
gripped it firmly, reasonably confident he was too distressed to be
of any danger to her. His palm wasn’t calloused like a cowboy’s
but it wasn’t soft and smooth either and it utterly consumed her
smaller hand. “There are ten stairs.”
He
immediately grimaced. “The fourth’s a bastard. We’ve already
met once and it wasn’t pretty.”
“Did
you hit your head?” she said thinking of the barely legal height
clearance, which conveniently wasn’t an issue for her but was for
most everyone else. “You need to duck.”
“You
think?” His exasperation rolled into her as he stooped down in
preparation.
Ignoring
his grumpy rhetorical question, she talked him down the stairs and
into the small bathroom where she turned on the water. “It’s
probably best if you tilt your head under the shower head.
Before
she could direct him, he’d kicked off his shoes, turned toward the
running water and stepped into the shower. “Fuck!” A shudder
ripped across his body. “It’s freezing? Are you trying to kill me
as well as blind me?”
“I
never told you to get in yet,” she said, her annoyance with him
edging out her guilt about the paint. “It takes a few minutes for
the hot water to kick in.”
“You’re
a sympathetic woman, aren’t you?” he muttered sarcastically.
A
retort rose to her lips but she cut it off. Treat him as a patient.
“Let the water flow over your eyes to rinse out the paint and
everything will feel better.”
To
her surprise, he did exactly as she instructed. Water sluiced over
his face, around the dimple in his chin and then ran in lavender
rivulets across his chest and down his flat abdomen before sliding in
under the waistband of his chinos. Within moments, his pants were
soaked and clinging to him like a second skin. The wet cotton
outlined perfectly his tight behind, his solid thighs and the
substantial package between his legs.
Big
hands mean a big—
Shut-up!
That’s a myth. Be professional. Look away. Look away now!
She
dragged her gaze to the faded and peeling wallpaper near the vanity
that screamed to be replaced and she focused on the dated-geometric
design. “I’m Katrina, by the way.”
“Josh.”
At
least she thought he said Josh. He was hard to understand him with
water rolling through his mouth.
Author
Info
Fiona
Lowe is a RITA® and R*BY award-winning, multi-published author with
Harlequin , Carina Press and, Berkley USA. Whether her books are set
in outback Australia or the USA, they feature small towns with big
hearts, and warm, likeable characters that make you fall in love.
When she's not writing stories, she's a weekend wife, mother of two
'ginger' teenage boys, guardian of 80 rose bushes, slave to a cat and
often found collapsed on the couch with wine.
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Review
This is the first time I've read a book by Fiona Lowe. After reading Montana Actually I'm not sure why. I found it to be well written with wonderful characters. You will find this to be a heart-warming story that will have you crying more then once. Right away you will like both Josh and Katrina and will love their interaction together. With Montana Actually you get a bonus love story with Katrina's brother, Beau and Shannon who owns the dinner. Sometimes when a author puts two romances in one story you feel like one of the couples are short changed, you won't feel that way with this story. The author did a great job of giving both couples their due. I can't wait to read the next book in the series. Happy reading!
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ReplyDeleteI want to give this a try. Nice review!
ReplyDeleteThanks! You'd like it very much. More like Brenda Novak, then say, Jill Shalvis.
DeleteI enjoyed this one too Ann! But I wanted more of couple two. I LOVED them. They totally stole the show for me.
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