Jul 9, 2015

Curves and the Marshal by Jenn Roseton Review



Curvy Honor Crenshaw is in trouble. The morning she’s due to testify in court, a dirty cop shows up at her door.

Fleeing in her car, she winds up in Coldwater Springs and frantically considers her next move. Before she can make any plans, Max Kirkson, a Marshal, shows up to take her into custody.

On the their way back to Laramie, the peril Honor is in becomes all too real as Max eludes the dangerous person on their trail. Max vows to get Honor home safely, but now he’s captured her, will he capture her heart as well? Or will she allow her insecurities about her curves to stand in the way of the most important relationship of her life? 


So we are back in Coldwater Springs and I for one am thrilled! But this book is a little different from the others!
Honor Crenshaw is on the run from the cops…well, just one dirty cop who is trying to kill her. So she flees Laramie, and winds up eating Betty’s delicious cherry pie, until a Marshal comes to collect her.
Max Kirkson is a Marshal and he puts his duty first and every day is like the other…until today when he walked into that diner in Coldwater Springs to retrieve Honor Crenshaw, the shock on her face when he took her into custody is a look he will never forget; as he never wanted her to think bad about him. Now he just needs to keep them both alive in order to clear her name and then maybe he can show her his true self!
Again, I cannot tell you just how much I love this Coldwater Creek series! The characters just jump off the page and you can’t help but fall in love with them. As always with Jenn Roseton, her writing is smooth and just flows and by the end of the book you are always left despite for the next story!
I give Curves and the Marshal 10 out of 10!




Just as she was about to slide out of the booth, a man strode into the diner. Early thirties. Much taller than her height of five foot five. Black hair. Black leather jacket. Tough jaw. Straight nose. Eyes of midnight blue. His eyes swept over the diner, seeming to take everything in at an instant.

And then he saw her.

Honor froze.

It wasn’t the guy from this morning. But he was here for her. She knew it!
For a second she couldn’t breathe, then she couldn’t stop. I think I’m hyperventilating.

“Here, sweetie.” Betty appeared with a paper bag. “Breathe into this.”

Honor sank back against the leatherette booth cushions, clutching the paper bag to her face, trying to slow her breathing.

“Can I help you?” Betty asked the stranger.

Out of the corner of her eye, Honor saw Betty turn to the man who had entered - no, strode into - the diner.

The man who had come for her.

“I think I’ve found who I’m looking for,” the man replied, his eyes fixed on Honor. He took another step toward the booth, but Betty blocked his path.

“Not so fast, handsome. Give her some space.”

Honor concentrated on breathing into the paper bag. In, out. In, out. She did not want to think about anything else. Finally, her breathing calmed and she felt able to take away the bag from her lips. Until she saw him watching her every movement.

“Honor Crenshaw?” He flashed a badge at her. She glimpsed the word Marshal on it. “I’m Max Kirkson. I’m here to take you back to Laramie so you can testify.”



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