Title: One Hot Cowboy Wedding
Author: Carolyn Brown
May Contain Spoilers
A marriage made in Vegas…
Hunky cowboy Ace Riley wasn’t planning on settling down, but his family had other plans for him…The only way to save his hide, and his playboy lifestyle, is to discreetly marry his best friend, Jasmine King.
Can’t possibly last…
Feisty city–girl Jasmine as just helping out her friend—that is, until their first kiss stirs up a whole mess of trouble, and suddenly discretion is thrown to the wind.
One hot cowboy, one riled up woman…
Every now and again, I don’t get along with a book. It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s very frustrating for me. Some books take a while for me to warm up to the characters, and some stories need a little more setup than others. I am by nature an impatient person, but occasionally trudging doggedly onward hits pay dirt; it just takes a bit more time for me to become engaged in the book. Other times, regardless of how far I shuffle along, the book continues to do nothing for me. This is the case with One Hot Cowboy Wedding. I soldiered on until about 80% on my Kindle, and decided that I did not care about the protagonists, and that I didn’t care if they found their HEA.
My biggest gripe with the book is the dialog. At times I didn’t think that the characters were speaking English. They were speaking Tex-lish. What is that, you ask? This is Tex-lish:
“Water’s not deep enough for skinny-dippin’, but we might go skinnystretchin’. If you think the children won’t follow us to tattle on each other.”
Ace chuckled. “Skinny-stretchin’? Ain’t never heard of that.”
“Shuck ‘em all off and lay down in the water, let it bubble over us like a Jacuzzi with cold water instead of hot,” she said.
I couldn’t relate to the characters, or the descriptions of their emotions. Madder than a wet rooster in a thunderstorm?! I know that roosters can be pretty surly, but the thought of a wet, angry rooster just didn’t do it for me. Maybe I became angry with Ace and Jasmine because they didn’t have to worry about what they said or how they said it. If the word “ain’t” ever came out of my mouth, my parents quickly corrected me and requested that I stop using it. My finicky spell-checker protests vividly when I type it, as well as when I drop the “g” from verbs. I haven’t read Carolyn Brown previously, so I don’t know if the twangy forms of speech are supposed to be humorous. I didn’t find it so; it only gave me a headache, especially when I stopped and realized that the state of Texas, one of the largest buyers of textbooks, sets the standards for the learning material purchased by the rest of the country. Really? UGH!
The other thing that drove me absolutely bonkers were the frequent references to Ace’s tattoo. His barbed wire tattoo is meant to symbolize that no woman will every get near his heart. While I love a nice tat as much as the next girl, I don’t have to be reminded of it every other page. I got it! He is inapproachable and isn’t going to fall head over heels for any woman. Only he does. Quickly. I am not even going to go on a tangent about Jasmine’s tattoo, which is a John Deere tractor on her butt. I can think of lots of things to permanently etch on my behind, but an ugly green tractor isn’t one of them.
Unfortunately, this book did not work for me. While I love cowboys, I did not love Ace. I just wanted to continually correct his speech. There are many positive reviews for One Hot Cowboy Wedding and the rest of the books in this series, but sadly, mine won’t be one of them.
Review copy provided by publisher