Great story, characters and writing. The excitement of the plot kept me reading, but the characters made me feel. Absolutely loved it! Highly Recommended!
Reviewed by Orange Blossom, Reviewer for Long and Short Reviews,
Rated 4.5 Books
This was a sweet, suspenseful page-turner. I enjoyed how Kathy Otten managed to make it both touching and yet thrillingly suspenseful. Kyraninse, Night Owl Romance
"Once again, Ms. Otten has written a riveting tale of love and disaster that sweeps the reader away. Ms. Otten has created a character in Mr. Terrel Lee Parker that will tear at your heart with his lonely and quiet existence. I don't believe I have ever felt such compassion for a character as I did for Terrel Lee. I ... recommend An Ordinary Angel to anyone who love a heartwarming story." Reviewed by Sal, Reviewer for Two Lips Reviews, Rated A Recommended Read, 5 Kisses
"...a quick and entertaining read. ...Although short, An Ordinary Angel contains enough action and emotion to make it a satisfying read." -Reviewed by Bobby, Reviewer for Book Wenches, Rated 4
"A captivating sensual read that will leave you with happy thoughts and a smile on your face. I always have loved a good story where the couple starts off thinking it will never work only to have them rise to the occasion and totally knock the other on their duff. I will certainly be looking for more from this author... She really has a knack for historical western stories:)" " -Reviewed by Romance Reader, Reviewer for Seriously Reviewed, Rated 8/Excellent
"I-I don’t hate you, Mr. Parker." In all her nineteen years, Julianne Spencer had never been so ashamed of her actions. She shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling as shy and awkward as Mr. Parker usually appeared.
His dark gaze searched her face for just a moment, as though judging her sincerity, then acknowledged her statement with a slight nod.
"I-I am so sorry for my part in that conversation you overheard. Those comments—what Maggie repeated—what I said—I didn’t really mean it. I was just…"
He nodded again.
"I accept your apology, Miss Julianne. And you needn’t worry. I’ll not impose myself on you again. Merry Christmas." Ever the southern gentleman, he politely touched his finger to his hat brim and stepped into the street.
"Mr. Parker, wait!" Anxiety gave her voice an edge rarely heard in her usual dulcet tones. He swung to face her, his brow arched in surprise.
"I wanted to say—that is— You’re a nice man. You have excellent manners. You never swear, or smoke, or drink. You dress well. You are polite and articulate. But after all these months of church socials, dances, and Sunday dinners, I-I’ve never seen you dirty."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I’ve never seen you dirty." Her shoulders rose and fell as she heaved a frustrated sigh. "I mean, I still don’t know your favorite food. I don’t know what makes you angry or how to make you laugh. And I don’t believe you know me any better.
"I can almost see the two of us, ten years down the road, still caught up in this cold relationship of polite indifference. I am sorry, Mr. Parker, but you deserve more than that, and so do I."