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Title: Hawk's Gift
Author: Mary M. Forbes
Genre: Historical Romance
Review Rating: Four Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs
     Roberta (Bobbie) Taylor is caught in a very precarious position. She is being auctioned off as a virgin at a house of ill repute. She seems too naive for words. She doesn't know how this could happen when she went to this place to interview the Madame about her brothel. She's forced onstage and everyone seems drunk.
     Damien Larocque is a Métis Indian enjoying his liqueur when he sees the beautiful girl with long blonde hair being auctioned on stage. He decides in his inebriated state that he will bid for her even though he has no money. He will simply fight his way out of the place with the little thing under his arm.
     Needless to say he carries her away and gets carried away .she is a high born rich lady and he is a wild heathen. He remains carried away and savage throughout this lovely romance.
    The characters have myriad flaws to overcome and obstacles to overcome in their war torn world. In a world where the beautiful wilderness of Canada is described and the battles between whites and Aborigines are waging a miracle happens.
Boy meets girl and love blossoms.
    I was amazed at the History and circumstances of the across the border happenings with the US and Canada too. I love finding out new perspectives and information in my romance novels.
    Mary Forbes delights me in all aspects except for some typographical errors and the ending. I wanted more. I wanted to know what happened between the fighting forces. I wanted to know about their friends, Marie and Pierre, her father and brother, and I wanted to see the couple's future a little more. It ended too abruptly for me. It is just such a great novel and not really short but with so much happening...maybe there is a sequel. I do hope so. I did thoroughly enjoy the writing, characters, plot and problems.
I thank the author for a wonderful exciting erotic engaging read.
Linda Hays-Gibbs

Title:  Written in the Cards
Author: Lauren Linwood
Genre: Historical Fiction (Western, 1868)
Review Rating: Four Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs
     Ben Morgan has his share of bad luck. His wife and baby were killed by Indians and now he's a gambler. The problem is the guy he's playing cards with is cheating and his brother, Black Tex Lonnegan is a hired killer. If He don't call Jimmy Lonnegan out for cheating he will lose money, but if he does call him a cheat, his brother may kill him.
     Finally, he can take no more and he calls the guy for cheating. He draws killing another fellow before Ben kills him. Needless to say Ben leaves quickly. He joins a cattle drive to head to Abilene, Kansas hoping the killer won't follow.
     Margaret Rutherford is about to march down the aisle when she finds out her fiancée only wants her money. He's deep in debt from his father and her money is his only hope. She leaves out the back door with him standing at the alter. Her brother, Marcus Rutherford, head of Rutherford Publishing left a car out front of the church for her.
     Next, years later in Abilene a bunch of cowboys come off the Chisholm trail. Margaret wants to interview one of them for her latest book. She sees the most handsome scrumptious specimen and goes directly for him. She doesn't waste time in getting her interview and information but before she leaves he grabs her and gives her the most delicious kiss ever. She is smitten and doesn't  know what has hit her.
     Maggie's near marriage was nothing to the feelings Ben Morgan makes her feel. Her books are selling. She never wants to go back to New York or marry but this new man has her going in circles.
     Ben leaves to visit his brother and finds him at death's door. He was in an accident saving his daughter from a runaway carriage. The girl Jennie can't hear because of having mumps now and didn't hear the carriage coming. He saved the girl but he wasn't so lucky.
 Rebecca, Jennie's mother is nursing Ben's brother Adam but he dies. Ben promised his brother he would see about Jennie and the new baby that was coming. He works at his brother's store and helps his brother's family.
     Maggie turns up in Easton to see her friend Frank Stansel. Seeing Ben there surprised her. She has an accident and they all take care of her. She falls more deeply in love with Ben.
     This is an endearing story of love in the old West. It was exciting and all together lovely. There was only one thing that I had a little trouble with and it was that Maggie traveled alone. Maggie acted completely against the conventions of the times. It was hard for me to see a woman acting like she did in that day and age. It was just highly improbable. That kept me a little twisted and some of the language was off too. I just don't think they talked that way then. Of course, if you can ignore that it is a delightful take of romance in the West.
      I gave this fine author Four Stars and look forward to reading more of her work. She is unique, insightful, and very interesting.  I think her characters were completely fleshed and interesting and her plot true.
Linda Hays-Gibbs

Title: How to Lose a Duke in Ten Days
Author:Laura Lee Guhrke
Genre: Historical Romance
Review Rating: Five Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs
   Edie Anne Jewel snares Stewart, The Duke of Margrave at a Ball by following him to the garden and proposing. Her proposal offered her million dollar dowry to his debt ridden estates. He can continue living carefree in Africa and she will take care of his estates and people. It was the answer to his prayers. They marry and he leaves but after five years he comes back.
Edie is appalled that he returns. All her plans and freedom are in jeopardy.
     She must get rid of her Duke so she proposes a new deal. If she doesn't kiss him in ten days, he will let her have a legal separation so she can leave him.
   Stuart sets out to capture her heart not realizing her heart is scared and shriveled by her past. He had cared little for her reasons to her first proposal because it offered him all he desired then but now all he desires is Edie.
     Can he win her heart or will she win the bet and gain her freedom. What dark secrets are in her heart and why does the Duke suddenly care? Can he make his wife love him?
    This love story is charming and enduring fraught with the pitfalls of practicality versus love. There are always reasons why people do the things they do. These characters are deep, disturbing and human. I thought both Stuart and Edie were inspirational. Edie has deep secrets and fears that affect her life. The thing she wants is not what she needs and she's a lucky girl because somebody cares enough to find out what is underneath the problem finally. Stuart decides Edie is worth the effort.
The little sister Johanna is a lovely addition. She acts just like a little sister should with love for her older sister. I love that she wanted her sister to be happy.
    This is a lovely romance with deeply flawed characters that make this a very interesting and fulfilling romantic tale.
     I highly recommend this book if you love romance. I gave it Five Stars and an added plus sign.
Linda Hays-Gibbs

Title: Pleasures of a Notorious Gentleman
Author: Lorraine Heath
Genre: Historical a Romance
Review Rating: Five Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs
   Stephen Lyons is a notorious man with the ladies but he promises them nothing except pleasure; which he delivers in spades. He swears he will never marry. He has two brothers that both have titles and money. Stephen has no money but he swears to be the best lover in all of London. His brothers are not amused and want to make him grow up. They buy him a commission and put him in the middle of a war with Russia in the Crimea. He is reported dead.
    Mercy Dawson, a nurse from the Crimea arrives at Stephen's brother's, estate and presents him and Stephen's mother with a three month old baby. She swears it is Stephen's son. She only wants to be his nanny but her father insists money should be paid. Duke Ainsley, the brother listens to her story. His mother says the boy does look like Stephen. Ainsley says let's ask Stephen and calls for his brother.
     Mercy almost feints from the news he is alive. She is afraid. Afraid her lies will be uncovered but Stephen doesn't expose her. She is confused about his behavior. She finds she still loves him more than ever and will do anything for him.
     Stephen has a secret though a very big secret.
     I will tell no more about this wonderful story except to say it is well worth the reading. It is an excellent and steamy escape. I gave it Five Stars. I highly recommend it. The characters had very real problems to overcome and sometimes you are sure all is lost!
   It leads you around some difficult problems and I love the ending. It's a wonderful steamy romantic escape. I couldn't put it down

Linda Hays-Gibbs

D Day
Remembering
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
When old soldiers sit and cry it's because they did not die but left friends on muddy fields or on bloody beaches lying still; they were lost. They mutter of their friends all gone and, sing sad sad songs with
calculations of the dear cost
A Marine, A Pilot, or a Navy Seal, it does not matter it is the same deal, the memories of those left behind will ne'er diminish in time

Where Did My Freedoms Go?
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Where did my freedom go?
It was here not long ago.
I was sure for all those that fought and died,
Someone had surely lied.
I cannot say what I truly feel?
I cannot tell you that you are a heel?
I cannot shout out loud in open forum?
I cannot tell you how backward we've all become?
I cannot say I feel so discriminated!
I cannot shout how the laws against my freedoms have escalated?
I cannot say my freedoms are deflated?
I cannot debate, berate or dictate?
But why? Is this a Communist state? When did the government get to legislate, my conversation, because it doesn't fit into their legislation?
That I never voted for that? I never even saw?
Whatever happened to my freedom? To my freedoms all?
Did we do away with the Constitution? I guess, When it doesn't meet their resolutions?
Who are these people to take away our rights?
Not Democrats in a Democracy? Surely! Not? Not Republicans in a free Republic? But what have I got?
Stealthily I see these are our enemies, sneaking underneath our doors!
These are our enemies so that we need listening to under the floors?
What does it take? To realize it We need to open our eyes fir our sake and take a good look and SEE Open our eyes and ears clean out the sleepiness and earwax, rattle our brains not relax or
We shall be saying "Heil Hitler" or some such stupid rhetoric and bent to their will forced to obey and have no say!
Where did my freedoms go, don't you know?Wake up America find your freedoms once more before they have fled for good and a dictator has shut the door and you can find them no more!
So When they shout shut up!
Stand up!

Song: I didn't know
Linda Hays-Gibbs

I didn't know that you was with me
I didn't know that you could care
The blackness was all around me
I could only cry and stare
The hopelessness weighted upon me
I could only scream it isn't fair

But only your voice cut right through the fear
Only your love reached inside so I could hear
The other voices slid away
Crying to me still to stay
But I reached out a shaking hand to you
It was all that I could do
I cried out in fear and pain
And suddenly as the darkness vanished
 I cried out one holy name

A peace so wonderful came
Like I was famished
For one righteous Holy name

Jesus was the name

Jesus was the name

Lifted all my pain
Covered all my shame

Jesus was with me

Jesus was with me

He set me free
Took my sin from me

Jesus you cared

Jesus you cared

After all that I shared
After all my sins I bared

No other one came
There is No other name
Only this one can make the darkness flee
Only this one can take my hand and set me free
Only this one can let me see
Even in the darkness
Show he cares for me

I didn't know that you was with me
I didn't know that you could care
The blackness was all around me
I could only cry and stare
The hopelessness weighted upon me
I could only scream it isn't fair

Inconsolable Estate
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
    Oh my love! I close my eyes to see your face.
Sometimes it's there, but fleeting now...
So sorry, what a waste!
Grasping for you somehow, your feel, your scent, your smell, something to tell,
My love is gone, so bereft, A million tears I've kept
Empty arms inconsolate,
Piercing pain, I cannot sate, it's too late!
Never to hold such warmth again, to feel such pleasure, incontinent oblivion for fate, disdain the debate.
There is no other, so my heart can proceed hence forth, no further.
I burn and boil for one hint of your essence to hold, but You're  not there, just gone
Gone to the worms, the dirt From whence we all came, So I burn.
With humilities disdains and with more I yearn but you, My sweet?
Rancid and putrid, rotting in the ground, becoming a man in hell forever  bound
 Do we start again? No!
My only consolation, is this: That you are encircled somewhere in heaven's bliss, surround by heavenly beings and Given God's own ecstasies'  kiss, for without you to hold me, the only Way I continue, To know, That someday again into your arms I shall go, no longer to wait
And when you enfold me into your being
I will neer remember this grief, this distress, this unmentionable, inconsolable estate.

Allergic to laughter
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
 I'm allergic to laughter
I don't like happily ever after
I groan and moan all the time
I like to hear myself whine
I'm a belligerent imbecile
That has refused adamantly to feel
I'm engrossed in my pain
I'll never be happy again
If only I could take a pill
Maybe it would give me a renewed will
But alas it is impossible
For I am inaccessible
I want to gag when I see a smile
I'd rather frown and drown in my own bile
A pitiful fixture you think is me
But many others are in close proximity
I'm allergic to laughter
If I smiled, I'd probably shatter
Don't try to analyze
It doesn't matter
I won't listen to lies
No matter what you may say
I totally like myself this way
So cross me off your little list
I want to stay forever pisst

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

I just have to say something sometimes!
    It really hurts me about this missing flight 370. It hurts me for the poor families and friends, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, and children. Oh that hurts, the thought of the terror for a child. It hurts. I cannot imagine the pain and suffering of losing your loved ones like that but to not know? To be completely cut off from seeing them again, but to not know even what happened and where?
  Was it this part of the ocean or that or where?
I mean this is horrible.
    I grieve with them. I offer my profound apologies for the ineptness of all these people that are trying to help. I know nothing can really help but a little closure would be good.
   I wish I could help. I wish I could change it all, but I'm as helpless as everyone else.
   I only say this. If some sinister plot is involved here, to just capture an aircraft, would you guys please just buy one. If you have to do deadly deeds, know that you will answer for it. If not in this world, then in the next, and it will not be a nice cozy heaven for your deluded mind but hell's fire for eternity. I firmly believe that. Do be ready to burn cause no fire retardant undies will help you. You will just be in torment forever.
  How could this happen to all those innocent people? I don't know but I wish I did. I wish I could change it and bring all those loved ones home safe and sound
   Since I can't do that, I say again how very sorry I am that this horrible thing has happened and to tell you that you are in my thoughts and prayers and I do care.

Holiday Season
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

This month Christians are celebrating Christ's birth
Throughout the entire earth
As persecutions and killings abound
It's a shame our Jesus's love can't be found
In the hearts and minds of "ALL" God's people around
The world is in need of the blessings of Christ
The abundant love and forgiveness to the last
Find love in your heart this Holy Night as in the past
Sing Hosannahs to God for the gift of His son!

And as a New Year unfolds
Remember the old stories that's been told
Have a new resolution!
Start a revolution,
Be the best and kindest of men.
Show goodness and have peace grow within.
For the year is what you make it!
Bad or good we all have a stake in it.
I Know, I Know what to do!
Love your neighbors, bless your friends!
and even bless the ones who curse or hate you TOO!
Please, let all hurts mend
That's all we can do.

To All the Soldiers
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

To all the soldiers I have ever known,
You were all good and, brave to your very bone.
No better men ever walked this land!
You were a kind, smart, an honorable band.
I thank you for your selfless sacrifice.
Grief and  loss to your families of your best  lives.
They missed you each and every day!
I wish there had been Another way,
One where you could have been ok.
But know I'm grateful for your fights,
That gave me my freedom's rights.
That kept this country free,
For my children's children to see.
Thank you for all you gave.
Our country you did save.
God bless you for all eternity!
God bless you from sea to shinning sea!!!

Moms! 2013

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Moms are very strange creatures!
Some old some young features.
We celebrate their special day,
But really what can we honestly say?
They carried us for almost a year.
Inside of them we took their care
Then for eighteen more before we hit the door,
Thinking we knew it all!
At first we didn't even call!
Then one day it hits you hard!
And all we can do is send a card?
We love them so we admit that too.
We say to ourselves what else can I do?
Maybe she just needs a hug or two,
Or maybe that hug is for you?
Don't sit around and look so sad.
Your mom knows that you've been bad.
But like another that forgives your sins.
Your mom will always take your burdens in.
She loves you no matter what you do.
For her love is better than through and through.
Hug her long, hug her hard.
Then give her, her little card
But remember before you go out that door.
There is no one on this earth that can love you MORE!

Splinters in My Head

Like splinters in my head
I grieve for the dead,
What a waste, what a waste
Cursed they faced in horrible haste
Men's hearts cry for a better dream
Even if it be a nasty lie
Give them a better scheme
A much higher thought to know to fly
To lift them up not bring them low
A brighter cause a noble thought
Let them be caught in prayer to
A God of love with work to do
One who would not kill you
But born again to help their fellow man
To give a helping hand
To kiss their beaten brow
Enfold in love and show them how
To fulfill God 's plan With love and harmony
Sweet good  perfumed charity
Turn before too late from murderous hate
Think of Golgotha's hill
A sacrifice for peace and goodwill
A God of love and mercy too
Even for you, even for you
For If you give torment and pain
What do you forever gain
No rich paradise of which to tell
But eternity to burn in tortuous hell
The splinters in my head
Cry for your dead and you
Will you not listen to
A still small voice and do
Work to enrich your soul
With a higher goal
God is love not hate
Turn before tis too late
For the killing you do only assured you pain
For murdering is not a noble gain
If your heart is set to do God's will
I tell you. It is NOT to kill!
But love, peace, and goodwill

Scot prayer
I will wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun
As Mary washed her Son
In the rich fermented milk
Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
My breath as the incense
Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
Queen above them.
I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of King
Stronger will it be with me than with all persons


Rebecca's poem

I love this old poem

O Flouer o Scotland,
When will we see
Yer like again,
That focht an dee'd for
Yere wee bit Hill an Glen,
An stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An senet him hamewart,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare nou,
An Autumn leafs
Lig thick an still,
O'er laund that 's lost nou,
That yon sae liefly huild,
That stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
Thae days are gone nou,
An in the past
Thay maun remain,
But we can still rise nou,
An be the nation again,
That stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
O Flouer o Scotland,
Whan will we see
Yer like again,
That focht an dee'd for,
Yer wee bit Hill an Glen,
An stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again

Grieve
Grieve as bones turned photos bliss euphoric
Sing as a violin
Precious time
Don't let it slip by
Preordained
Parallel binding

Jim
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
01/01/13

I cry for the Love
I cry for the pain of the love
I cry for the joy of the love
I cry for the surrender of the love
I cry for lost love
For
My Love

The wind that blew around us, scared us, scarred us
The heat and fire seared us,
Scorched us and burned
And we were afraid
My Love

 I cry for the memories that haunt us, healed us, helped us
The horrendous desperation of lost lovers
Withering
My Love


The many nights, days, years, that I carried you beneath my left breast and was comforted that you remained, if in splinters
My Love


As I walked the floor endless nights, endless days, in countries near and far, aching for you
Feeling your love through distance and time
My Love


A pain so deep it stays a lifetime remaining, sustaining, ravaging, and comforting, taunting, remembering, with a life of its own
My Love

I cry knowing she never loved you as I would have, could have and did even years apart, worlds unknown and infinity to the depths and heights of ecstasy
My Love

The battle scarred heart with lust filled memories of your touch, your tempting smile and your swaggering manner, your vanity
My Love

All that was you, bad and good, lost and found, below and around I loved, I adored
Though I never returned to you,
My Love

Return to me now in death and let me mourn, let  me hold your apparition, just a glimpsing part, a piece of my destiny, of what was meant to be,
My Love

That I let slither through my fingers never to be touched again in that secret part where
I held you dear and true and with honor within
My Love

Go my love into a lighter place where you will have no pain, go become what you were meant to be, love
My Love

I say goodbye with cry and despair, laughter and tears, and soul rending love through these years I say goodbye sweet one as you lay inside the quiet earth
I cry
My Love
My Love
My Love

Syria's Massacre
I am crying, I can't see
I am disgusted I can't believe
Why Are They Killing the Children
What is happening where and when?
Why are they killing the children
What type of monster is this we see
Coming across our TV
A new type of man or creed
A Spawn from hell a demon seed
A man with no conscious or fear of Hell
A man who has a lust to kill
I don't think a man but an abomination
But God is not mocked by your sins on a nation
You will pay the price when you die
You will pay for God does not lie
So  get ready for your retribution
There will be your death soon and jubilation
All children go to heaven's well
But you sir, will go to hell!

Though Your Lips Are Moving
Entered 11/04/2012
Who's who in poetry
Though your lips are moving
I think you are quite dead
Being late I'm seeing
What might have been said

There must be a computer glitch
I can't lose all the information
The vitals are in a similar hitch
Your death a total realization

The creamy pink buds are so wet
They quirk and jest and smile
Though they are stonily set
I know they spoke a lot for awhile

I want to puff inside
I need to set your frame anew
To find out how you lied
To find out what you knew

Nothing sticks to you
Were we ever soul mates
Whatever could I do
To find out how those lips taste

Earths Grace
My pores are valleys
Craggy and unkept
My hair cut down, bald
In places bereft
Where  green trees slept
And wild eagles called
My skin, casualties

My veins polluted
Garbage crammed inside me
Where nothing suited
All made mockery
My lungs black and dead
Everything cut or uprooted
While on my blood you fed
Where will you live  instead
Without Earth's Grace
When all life is dead
And you have no place

Rooms. Poem by Linda Hays-Gibbs
Oct 30, 2011
ROOMS
Building a house takes sturdy wood
Bricks and mortar, shingles, nails
Slowly it grows strong as it should
Hope for comfort that never fails
Each room unique and strong
Every paint and molding bent
Praying that nothing goes wrong
For all the time and money spent
One room is sunny and bright
Another dark and mysterious
It fills with love and delight
But most of all Happiness
The making of it never quite over
Always new paint to add
And time to clean to discover
If any part needs work or is bad
One room quiet lovely as spring flowers Very feminine and lacy too
Another much smaller and scruffy
But takes many hours to do
At last one is complete to me
But cleaning is never done for you
So  you keep trying room by room
To make it perfect in God's image too for it will be finished all too soon
This was a gift especially for you
 And you must build each room with the very least damage too
Room by room by room

Erasing a Nation
How do you erase a nation, peoples, countries?
   First try and kill as many as you can by war then by starving, disease and war &extreme cruelty. Give their babies smallpox infected blankets, meat that is diseased, medicines that kill, no way to stay warm or cool. Work them in camps or starve them denying them any way to provide for themselves.
Second tie them together under one nasty name.  Then, make this name disreputable and hated, so that if anybody sees one they will be murdered and the murderer given a reward.
Next, take away their religion, language, culture, hair, clothing  and then separate families.
Reeducate them with a false history. Dig up their graves and artifacts and categorize them with this false history. Essentially rewrite their history and reality.
    Take away their dignity and possessions, torture them. Leave them nothing but poverty , disease and want. Then move them away from their countries and everything familiar. Then put them in camps, prisoners to all, where they are guarded. They have no rights, can't fish, hunt, pray  or even farm without permission from a cruel source.  Can't own land or testify in court, or keep their own children. Take their knowledge of their world and declare it false fairy tales and forbid it to be taught, spoken or passed down to anyone .
    The few that are left either hide or live in abject poverty, afraid  and enslaved.
This is how you do it.
To the victor belongs the spoils and the written accepted history of it. They take their country and brag at how they did it.
Native Americans know this well.

Inconsolable Estate

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

    Oh my love! I close my eyes to see your face.

Sometimes it's there, but fleeting now...

So sorry, what a waste!

Grasping for you somehow, your feel, your scent, your smell, something to tell,

My love is gone, so bereft, A million tears I've kept 

Empty arms inconsolate,

Piercing pain, I cannot sate, it's too late!

Never to hold such warmth again, to feel such pleasure, incontinent oblivion for fate, disdain the debate.

There is no other, so my heart can proceed hence forth, no further.

I burn and boil for one hint of your essence to hold, but You're  not there, just gone

Gone to the worms, the dirt From whence we all came, So I burn.

With humilities disdains and with more I yearn but you, My sweet?

Rancid and putrid, rotting in the ground, becoming a man in hell forever  bound

 Do we start again? No! 

My only consolation, is this: That you are encircled somewhere in heaven's bliss, surround by heavenly beings and Given God's own ecstasies'  kiss, for without you to hold me, the only Way I continue, To know, That someday again into your arms I shall go, no longer to wait 

And when you enfold me into your being

I will neer remember this grief, this distress, this unmentionable, inconsolable estate.

Title: The Earl, a Girl, and a Promise

Author: Kate Rothwell

Genre: Historical Fiction

Review Rating: Five Stars

Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs

    Paul Denton visits his uncle the Earl of Latterly on his deathbed and discovers that he is not the new Earl upon his death. He promises the Earl he will search for this other relation.  He has a cousin in America that should inherit and his uncle kept this marriage secret from everyone including the woman he was presently married to. Paul travels to New York  to check out this new information. 

     While he is investigating; a naked woman runs into him scattering his brains into a lust filled obsession. He cannot stop himself from wanting her and having her. He hopes the episode is over and continues searching for his cousin.

     Finally; with a street urchin named Tad he finds his cousin Johnny Smith. He is bailing him out of jail when the beauty from last night walks in. He finds she is his cousin's half sister and he is appalled by the amount of lust he still has for her. He tries to control himself but finds he must reeducate the new Earl. He removes Tad, Johnny, and Emma, his beautiful seductress to the country to further educate them in the proper deportment of an Earl. There he meets their mother Rita, a loud out spoken woman with no refinement.

     Paul tries to control himself around Emma but when her old beau, Mr. Bishop shows his interest in Emma; Paul goes crazy. His father had a mental breakdown and he is convinced this is the start of his demise.

     The new cousin that is set to inherit is a loud mouthed street trained pick pocket and all around scoundrel. However; on Johnny's credit Paul finds he has a good heart and is eager to learn. Johnny is quick to learn and wants to do right by his family but is no good at pretense. He sees that his half sister and Paul have an intense interest in each other and thinks it a grand development. His mother is so outspoken and irreverent she didn't care that people thought her an unwed mother when all along she was the Earl's rightful wife. 

     Paul is having a nightmare thinking how all this will be accepted by London's aristocratic society especially the Tun.

     Emma thought she was the only one keeping them from starving and was trying a job out singing at a club when a brut tried to take advantage and literally ripped her costume off. That was the state she was in when she ran into Paul. Now she has to swallow her humiliation for her brother's sake and pretend she doesn't want Paul with all her heart.      

    There are so many twists and turns to this story it keeps you guessing. They go to London and Paul tries to teach them all to behave. He has a hard time making himself behave around Emma though.

     I loved each and every character because they were so human and funny, fully fleshed and enchanting.

    This story is hilarious and endearing with a great love story too. 

     I laughed out loud at parts and kept turning pages for the rest of the book. It was a delight to read.

      I gave it Five Stars and wish I had more to give. 

Sincerely,

Linda Hays-Gibbs

 Title:The Perfect Game

Author: Jenn Langston

Genre:Historical Romance

Review Rating: Five Stars

Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs

     Greyson Thorpe, Viscount Merrick was a gambler and a bastard, but his father loved him and left him his heir. The problem was he wanted to be accepted by London society as his title should. He was a great card player so he decided to gamble with a respected Duke for his support in society. He had to pauper the Duke and strike a deal to return his estates and IOUs for respectability. It took Greyson over a year to maneuver the Duke into this position but he finally succeeded. The Duke had a daughter and a marriage with her would seal his fate into society.

     Hammond Everett, Duke of Donetic was the perfect mark for Greyson. The game went well and they agreed. Greyson would marry his daughter and he would get his estates back.

    Willimena Abigail Everett was the Dukes daughter and punching bag. He beat her at least once a week and her mother knew too. The supposed grand Duke was an unholy horrible man. Abigail wore extra padding and armor to keep her father from making her marry for all men were brutes. She also wore black powder on her hair since a child because he hated red hair and would become enraged when he saw it.

   This is an interesting scenario a she is abused by her fathering and assured by her mother that she will be abused in marriage.

Abigail become throughly confused by her suitor and tries to continue her masquerade into their marriage. It is confusing to her new husband too.

Abigail has a lot if hang ups that are hard for her to overcome. Greyson is a vet patient man and realizes she needs time but becomes frustrated several times with Abigail's persistence.

Their personalities are suited though you wonder if Greyson is winning or losing at times. He has a hard time trying to prove his love.

    You find yourself rooting for Greyson and praying that Abigail can overcome her father's abuse. The people in this story are very real to you. I know of people in this day and time that have similar hang ups. This only increases your sympathy for them both.

     This is tragic and funny and throughly enjoyable.

I gave it five stars for the personalities of the characters and the determination of the hero. Thank God for heroes.

Linda Hays-Gibbs

PROTEST FOR AMERICA
All right! I usually try to keep my mouth shut and just review books but I'm upset, mad, irritated, and scared. I don't trust my own government. Not only is Obama passing laws helter shelter but he's making an old enemy so angry that Russia threatened us with Nuclear annilination again last week. Do you want bombs raining on America? Well Putin can do it!
     We were friends wuth Russia just two weeks ago. How can a President be so irresponsible and have no diplomatic skills. I think Putin did what he did in UKraine to spite Obama. It's like Putin and Obama are in a back yard squabble and don't care that lives and countries are at stake and wait a minute, does Putin give a fig for Obama's rantings? He thinks Obama is a stupid joke and is literally ignoring him and I think doing more because of his extreme dislike for Obama.
     Also Obama puts out money without, In God We Trust" on our money! Refuse this money! Do not use it!
     Okay take away credibility! Take away our financial glory! Take away our medical system! Take away from and reduce our military!Now take away our spiritual protections? What is going on here? I'll tell you what is hspoening here! The destruction of the best Democracy and finest country in the world by one skinny president?
     Hello! Protest!!! Somewhere in this country surely we still have people with brains and can realize what is happening! Stop it! Write, text, email, complain!!! DO SOMETHING NOW!!!!! Before we lose our freedom and our country! Our prestige is shaken, our economy is shaken, our prosperity is Shaken all since Obama took office, doesn't that tell you something or are all the people in the US ready to speak Russian or Chinese? Wake Up America  DO SOMETHING!!! NOW

Title: Beautiful Ruins
Author: Jess Walker
Genre: Fiction
Review Rating: Five Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs

Exciting, Hilarious, Artistic and Enduring
Pasquale is a young man of dreams. He dreams of a beachfront for his island
of rocks, American tourists, and a grand hotel; instead of his humble hotel to
make him a success. One day an American actress does grace his hotel but he
wonders if it is an accident. Then he finds himself drawn to her and her plight.

Diagnosed with stomach cancer Dee Moray is sent to a pitiful island of
rocks to wait for the man she loves to take her to Switzerland for cancer
treatment. The reality is she is pregnant with Richard Burton's baby and took
off the set of Cleopatra to have an abortion; curtesy of Michael Deane the
publicity agent over the film. His interest is purely mercenary as he wants to
keep the outrageous romance between Burton and Taylor going with no wrinkles.
This woman Dee could disrupt a film that has already went way over budget.
Burton isn't told about it until Pasquale goes to find Deane and confronts
him for his mistreatment of Dee. Then we have a hilarious intervention by Burton
and Pasquale.
Dee escapes without anyone knowing where and continues her life in
Washington far away from Hollywood. She has her baby; names him Pat, and he
grows up to look and act like Burton.
We have several story lines here. Claire the Hollywood producer Deane's
assistant. The author Mr. Bender,that stays at Pasquale's hotel too and Amedea,
Pasquale's sweetheart. Dee's troubles raising Pat and etc. It switches back and
forth between the 60's and present day too.
It could be very confusing but to me it was delightful, exciting, hilarious,
and enduring. This story teaches a great deal about life and mistakes and
righting wrongs. I loved it and gave it Five Stars. Great originality, beautiful
descriptions, wonderful characters and great storyline. Excellent story Jess
Walker!

Linda Hays-Gibbs

Title: Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue
Author: Stephanie Laurens
Genre: Erotic Historical Romance
Review Rating: Five Stars
Reviewer: Linda Hays-Gibbs


Title: Intense Poetic Erotic Romance

Lady Heather Cynster decided to seek her hero in unlikely places. The man she always wanted happened to be there but he was also a friend to her brothers and sent her home from the sinful place she selected to find this mysterious hero of hers. She is ushered ungraciously and quite literally pushed from Wadham Gardens at Lady Herford's infamous salon. The man, Viscount Breckenridge makes her day a misery and has always afflicted her that way. She fell in love with him over four years ago but he thinks she's a baby. She was ushered out to get into her carriage when a strange carriage pulls up and two gentlemen grab her and put her into their carriage. Breckemridge sees this horrible event and takes chase to rescue her.
They find themselves on the road to Scotland and no clue as to why. The fellows that captured Heather are not really bad fellows but could pass for nice gents though Heather is still taken against her will and told little about why. They, Fletcher and Cobbins even hire her a maid, Martha to accompany her. These strange characters add depth to the story and the suspense builds.
Later Heather finds out that they are only abducting her for another mysterious man named McKinsey but they know it is not his real name. The mystery deepens when they don't stop in London but travel on North.
Heather is followed at a distance by Breckenridge her only hope. She finds that his help assures her and gives her courage to endure her captivity. He is only anxious to return her to her family as soon as possible but finds they are headed to Scotland. The mystery is heightened when Heather learns they did not want just her but any Cynster miss would do the Laird McKinsey. Heather decides she can't escape with Breckenridge right away but must find out all she can for the safety of her siblings and her family.
The tension between Heather and Breckenridge builds on this long journey and their relationship ships and forms into something that they can no longer ignore. It is a sizzle that sets them on fire.
They is an engrossing tale that only builds and builds. You are breathless with anticipation and wonder at how Miss Laurens can keep you in such a state. She gives a very tempting and exciting plot with unusual circumstances that can only keep you highly entertained and breathless.
I gave this great adventure Five Stars and can't wait for her next wonder. The suspense and drama along with an electric love story of epic proportions was the best for me. She never disappoints me.
Linda Hays-Gibbs

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