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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published April 3, 2012
“Well, you see, that’s the difference between you Hunters in your fancy uniforms and us frontier types. We don’t follow orders blindly ’cause we've got minds of our own.”
“’Course, you want to sit on that lily-white ass of yours and not do nothing about getting the Book back from those furries, that’s your choice,” Winn muttered loud enough for Frobisher and his men to hear. “But if you was an American Hunter, we’d say it was just ’cause you didn't still have the balls your mama gave you.”
One thing though: I couldn't forget he has a moustache. Constant reminder of his moustache and her ichor (instead of blood) was pretty distracting, but other than that this book is great.3.5 Stars!!Winn Jackson isn't interested in hunting nightmares across the Wild West--even if it's the family business. Unlike his rakehell brothers, Winn believes in rules. As sheriff of Bodie, California, he only shoots actual law breakers. That's what he's doing when he rescues the Contessa Drossenburg, Alexandra Porter, a lady with all the elegance of the Old World--grace, beauty and class. And then he sees her fangs.