Between The Lines
Anxious to escape the confines of her loving, but overprotective family, Meg Greyson travels to Wyoming Territory to marry the man of her dreams. Only she discovers Brendan Kelly is nothing like the gentleman rancher who penned her beautiful letters. As she comes to know this intimidating, yet tacit man, Meg finds herself constantly having to rationalize away his dark and dangerous side in order to conform him to her image of the perfect man who wrote her letters.
Brendan knows he should tell her the truth, but once he does, she will leave him forever. So he keeps pretending and every time she says, “I love you,” he dies a little more inside, for he knows he will never be the man she wants him to be.
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"...fascinating from the first page. ...an exciting story with more mysteries and secrets than a Sherlock Holmes novel. ...Between the Lines made me cry, laugh and wonder--a delightful and entertaining must read." -Reviewed by Sal, Reviewer for Two Lips Reviews, Rated- A Recommended Read, 5 Kisses
"...this tale is one surprise after another. From light and quirky, to sensual and strong-- Otten's western romance guarantees to delight. Reviewed by Snapdragon, reviewer for LASR Rated 4 Books
"...laced throughout with more than enough suspense to keep your interest until the end. I didn't want to put this tale down..." Reviewed by Lynda Warnock @ Writers and Readers of Distinctive Fiction Rated a Blue Seal
"With good battling evil and truth battling lies, Ms. Otten takes the reader on an insightful journey where love takes on all comers." Reviewed by Carol @ Love Western Romances Rated 4 Spurs--Love Western Romances
"A well crafted plot, two well-cast main characters and some twists and turns along the way, creates a story soaring in excitement. Ms. Otten weaves a romance that truly captures the heart." Reviewed by Cherokee @ Coffee Time Romance Rated 4 Coffee Cups--Coffee Time Romance
"This was a wonderful journey in which the further I went the faster I needed to read. This was a full-length novel, but I could scarcely put it down. This marvelous book is one which requires reading the very last word before all questions are answered. I loved it and highly recommend it. Reviewer Brenda Talley @ The Romance Studio Rated 5 Hearts--The Romance Studio
...a wonderfully engaging story of two people coming together in unusual circumstances and finding love in the most unlikely of places. Brendan is the perfect tortured hero. I wasn't sure if I should cry over the injustice of his past or swoon over his quiet strength. Cattle rustling, saloons, ranches and six shooters abound in this Western love story. I look forward to reading more works by Kathy Otten in the future." Reviewed by Bella @ Fallen Angel Reviews Rated 5 Angels--Fallen Angel Reviews
“Be making no mistakes, Meg Greyson. ‘Tis a hard man I be and a hard life I be living. I've no room in it for soft words and doe-eyed looks. And by the saints, I'll be wanting none o' yer damn pity!” He whirled on his heels. His long strides took him quickly into the barn.
Meg stared after him, her emotions caught somewhere between wanting to give him a big hug and wanting to hit him with a big rock. Lifting her chin, she marched into the dimly lit building and halted before him. His hat on his head, he froze in the act of sliding his arm into the sleeve of his shirt. Cold, jade eyes clashed with hers.
She wheeled around, scanned the interior, strode to the corner, picked up a bucket and stalked back. Her jaw set, she slammed the bucket upside-down on the floor at his feet. Then she snatched up the hem of her skirt and with two sharp clicks of her heels against the wood, stomped on top. Though the extra height helped, she was still forced to tip her head back in order to meet his narrow-eyed scowl.
“ Mister Kelly ! If you have had a hard life, so be it. But do not presume to bully me with your harsh words and threatening looks. I have endured it for years from my family and I will not tolerate it from the man I marry! Another thing! Do not be so quick to confuse pity with compassion. Understand, sir, I pity only those whom I cannot respect. I offer my compassion to those that I care for!”
Her nose in the air, she stepped off the bucket, picked it up, and replaced it in the corner. Then with her head high, she marched from the barn and left him standing there with his shirt sleeve half way up his arm.