Lone Star Trouble
“There was never a dull moment. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys conflict and love together with suspense. I know you will enjoy this book. I intend to look for other works by this author.” –The Romance Studio, Brenda
“A well written and entertaining story by Ms. Piper! Lone Star Trouble was a great read and I was surprised that I kept reading and reading—I really wanted to find out how all of the issues were going to be resolved.” –Manic Readers, Sabine
"This book was fast-paced and moved constantly. There were no details overlooked. The conflicts between the Howells and the Days, as well as those of Kiersten and the friends of her previous husband, were suspenseful and dangerous. There was never a dull moment."
"I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys conflict and love together with suspense. I know you will enjoy this book. I intend to look for other works by this author." - 4 1/2 Hearts, Brenda Talley
I found Lone Star Trouble a fun and fast paced Cowboy romance story, or is that Cowgirl romance? I love how Ms. Piper is able to show how some antiquated beliefs are still forced on others. I think the stage was set for a great western story with the background that Ms. Piper set in place. In fact, I hope to see many more stories from her. I think that Lone Star Trouble is a great read and that you too will enjoy it. Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
From the setting Autumn Piper writes to her characters lives and passions, Lone Star Trouble was genuine through and through. The romance was sweet and sexy and filled with its own tension that resolves beautifully in the end. This is my second book by Autumn Piper, and just like the first, this one took me on an emotional journey where I felt totally behind the heroine and HAD to see her succeed in the way that suited her. Definitely a keeper read. I'll be picking up more from this talented author.
Totally enjoyed the strong female character. Strong family bonds. Creepy bad guys.
I fell in love with Cleve, hook, line and sinker. Love the way Kiersten puts up a good fight defending herself and her heart, but in the end she crumbles to Cleve's smooth and honest love. Just like me, she never stands a chance and that happy ending is so worth the ride and read getting to. A page turner!
This couldn’t be good. She never ran into other people up here. And after yesterday’s confrontation… Why hadn’t she strapped on her pistol before she left the cabin?
A sweaty buckskin gelding topped the hill, then halted.
Time for another confrontation.
The cowboy dismounted and made a thorough visual examination of her.
Freckles. The first thing he’d see would be her freckles, since she never bothered with makeup except for trips to town. Add to that her big messy ponytail, and she couldn’t believe the guy was taking a second look. And a third? Well, he wasn’t exactly looking at her face, now was he? Warm from her hike up the hill, she’d unzipped her jacket, exposing the only curves on her body—her breasts. The tall stranger all but ogled them.
Not in the least appreciative of his silent admiration, she tugged her jacket closed.
With a small cough, he cleared his throat. “Howdy, neighbor. I’m Cleve. You must be Miss Day.”
Another Texan, but clean shaven, with light skin, short dark hair and nearly black eyes. He wore a red flannel shirt with a blue t-shirt under, tucked cowboy-style into his Wranglers. Around his waist he sported a plain leather belt and everyday buckle, not a shiny gold-and-silver number like the guy she’d met yesterday. Brown boots, and the straw cowboy hat he’d removed when he introduced himself.
It was hard not to meet his wide, open smile with one of her own. Too hard, in fact. “Hi. Kiersten.” A tiny gold hoop hung from his left ear, odd on a cowboy, but nothing blame-worthy. And he was definitely fine to look at—if she’d been interested in looking at men anymore.
He took her hand in his and shook it with big, friendly strokes, settled his hat back atop his head and looked around. “Some view up here.”
She nodded. “See that peak over there, the darker one? It’s in Utah. My Grandpa said it’s about a hundred and fifty miles away.”
Cleve whistled behind her. “You walk up here?”
She grinned at how winded he was from riding horseback up the mountain. “I walked the fence line, checking for snow damage. I’ll be hanging it back up in the next few days.”
“What kinda fence is that?” The wire net lay flat and ran parallel to an army of steel posts marching straight as an arrow into the horizon.
Cattlemen marked the edge of their property with two or three simple strands of barbed wire, rather than the net fencing sheep ranchers used. “It’s a fence to keep my nuisance sheep in, and your fat cows out, since the law says I’m responsible for both.”
He rubbed his chin with the back of his fingers. “I meant, why’s it on the ground?”
“Seven feet of snow on a hillside tends to make a mess of a fence, come spring. Used to come up here and find this part of the fence crumpled up way down there.” She pointed at a stand of aspens about twenty feet down the hill. “Might find several steel posts bent over flat. One of the other old-timers came up with the idea of unhooking the wire from the posts in the fall. Keeps the snow from leaning on it for months on end, and the elk from getting tangled in it.”
“Pretty good idea, then.”
“You’ll find I’m not stupid, in spite of what your boss might think.”
“Ah…Boss?” He scratched the back of his hair, tipping the front of his hat a little.
“Yeah. Charles. The world’s last remaining male chauvinist pig. Boss Hogg, in a Cadillac truck instead of his trademark white convertible. Give him my regards.”
Her middle fingers raised in another rebellious salute.
His eyebrows lifted. “Doesn’t sound like he put his best foot forward.”
“Just let him know that next time, his foot better have a bullet-proof boot on, cause I’ll be comin out with my twelve-gauge. And let him know I thought over his offer.”
Cleve’s eyes lit. “And?”
“You’re probably shy about giving your boss the bird, even though it’s a message, so just tell him, ‘Not everybody can be bought, and there are a million five reasons why,’ okay?”
His eyes widened. “Ah. Wasn’t too persuasive, then?”
“Definitely not a people person, that Chaz. I thought his lawyers were bad. You must be his new, what, manager? Ranch foreman?”
Big fingers rubbed over his chin. “Somethin like that.”
Why was the guy so confused? Maybe the thin air starved his brain of oxygen. Seemed nice enough. Too bad he’d gotten hooked up with such a peckerwood. “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Cleve. Good luck with Boss. Is there a Mrs. Hogg—I mean Howell?”
He grinned. “Not yet.”
“I’d say his chances keep getting thinner as his waist gets thicker, and women get more crazy ideas in their heads about equal opportunities, all that Women’s Lip nonsense.” The mere thought of Chaz’s asinine ideals had sent her hands to her hips again. Damn. “I need to get back and do something domestic around the house now.”
With a wave over her shoulder, she started back down the hill.
“Wait!” Cleve followed down the hill on his side of the fence. “You want some help when you put up this part-time fence?”
Work with the cattlemen? She’d be damned if she’d ever take help from Chaz, but Cleve seemed friendly. And cute. Shaking off cute, she shrugged. “Sure.”
“Wanta do it tomorrow? Same time?”
“I’ve, um, got a…date.” And why did she say that? Why should she want him to think she had a date? “How ’bout Sunday.”
“Sunday it is,” he answered with a smile.
Damn fine smile he had. George Strait fine.
As she walked away, she called back, “Don’t forget your gloves!”
Criminy. She stopped again.
“You startin at the top, or bottom?”
“Top. If we get to the bottom, I’ll feed you lunch.”