Tuesday, April 6, 2010
A Lady Like Sarah
Title: A LADY LIKE SARAH
Author: Margaret Brownley
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Justin Wells is a pastor, headed toward Rocky Creek, Texas, to his new parish. But enroute, he runs into a dying U.S. Marshal, with a feisty redhead in handcuffs at his side. Justin promised the Marshal that he will deliver the criminal to Texas, but he has no intentions on letting the Marshal die. And he didn’t expect that the criminal would be female.
Sarah Prescott has never known a respectable life. Just a hardscrabble childhood and brothers who taught her to shoot first and ask questions later.
Justin has high society expectations, and Sarah’s outspokenness and outlaw habits clash from the start. But with a price on Sarah’s head and an orphaned baby rescued from the brink of starvation, Justin and Sarah head toward Rocky Creek, where Sarah possibly faces death by hanging…
A LADY LIKE SARAH is the first book I’ve ever read by Margaret Brownley, and I really appreciate that it didn’t begin with a death! Whoo hoo! I think this is the first historical that I’ve read in ages that hasn’t begun with one. That made me unbelievably happy.
Sarah is certain feisty, mouthy, and not a bit hesitant to say what is on her mind. She was quite shocking at times with her straight talk. Justin certainly didn’t know how to take her, but he responded like a true gentleman. A LADY LIKE SARAH is a book that those who love adventure, mishaps, and a historical romance will need to read. Discussion questions are included. $14.99. 311 pages.
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