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Length: 8 hours and 41 minutes
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He may not be a cowboy...but that won't stop him from wrangling her heart.
Chase O'Donnell is the proud new owner of the Caldwell Ranch - or maybe he's not so proud. Annoyed would be more like it. After receiving the news of his inheritance, Chase's first thought is to sell the ranch and be done with it - until one night with a beautiful blonde at a local honky-tonk has him changing his tune....
Norah McKade is surprised by her instant attraction to the handsome new stranger and even more surprised when she finds out he's her new neighbor. But with Chase being in town for only a short amount of time, Norah determines getting tangled up with him a bad idea and promptly places Chase in the friend zone.
Although a bit reluctant, Chase agrees to Norah's terms - but he's not about to deny or ignore the fact that there's more between them than just sexual attraction. He'll have to pull out all the stops to get her to change her mind and prove to her that it wouldn't be such a bad thing for her to fall in love with him.
Norah by Kimberly Lewis is the second book in the McKades of Texas series. I haven’t read the first book, but I was excited to have a chance to listen to book 2. I loved it! Norah was a sweet, funny, sexy story.
Norah McKade has been burned before – and she’s not looking for love or even lust. But when tall, handsome Chase O’Donnell strolls into town, Norah’s heart takes over. This is a great contemporary/western story. This book is one where I loved all the characters. Norah and Chase were great on their own, and even better together. I really enjoyed hearing their relationship develop.
The narration of this book was spot on for me. I think Tiffany did the perfect voice for Norah – she was just how I pictured her. One thing I really enjoyed was that she seamlessly flowed from one character to the next. Even when one character was laughing. She got all the little nuances right for me. She did an awesome job with the male voices as well.
Overall, Norah was a great read for me. It was even better as an audiobook. I will be seeking out the other books in this series, hopefully in audio. 🙂 I recommend this for anyone who likes a sexy, Western contemporary romance with lots of heart.
Apparently she was doing this whole flirting thing wrong.
Had to be.
It was the only reasonable explanation for why Chase hadn’t picked up on the fact that she was interested in him.
Maybe she was trying too hard?
For the past four days she had made little comments with hidden innuendos and had done her best to make it obvious she was checking him out. And then there was the somewhat revealing clothing she chose to wear around him; another effort to help catch his eye and let him know what she was thinking.
But none of that was working with Chase.
Of course, there was always just telling him that she’d changed her mind and wanted something more between them. But for some reason she just couldn’t muster up the guts to tell him that. Maybe she was just too much of a chicken to admit that she’d been wrong this whole time.
“Lookin’ good,” she heard Chase say, his voice drifting up to her from where he stood on the ground.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t doing something wrong after all. She stopped her brushstrokes against the house and held onto the ladder as she looked down to him.
“Liking what you see, O’Donnell?” she asked him, adding a generous amount of flirtatiousness to her voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Chase answered her with a grin from beneath the brim of his baseball cap. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were good at painting.”
She tried to hide her disappointment as she looked back to the house and continued with her task.
“I’m all done down here,” Chase said. “Let me know when you’re done and ready to come down. I’ll hold the ladder for you.”
“Okay,” Norah answered him, not bothering to look his way.
Brushing the last few strokes of the sunny yellow paint against the house, Norah tossed her paintbrush into the container of paint and began making her way down the ladder.
At least, that’s what she’d meant to do.
With her mind still focused on Chase and his inability to pick up on her come-ons, Norah tossed the brush against the rim of the paint container instead of inside of it. It flopped off of the top and spiraled down to the ground. Norah instinctively reached out to grab it, causing the ladder to unbalance.
“Oh no!” she shouted.
The brush would’ve landed in the grass if Chase hadn’t scurried over to the ladder to steady it, but instead it slapped right on top of his navy ball cap and slid down the brim before falling to the ground.
Norah sucked in a shocked breath of air. “Oh my God.”
She hurried and made her way down the ladder, careful to hold onto the paint container in her hand so she didn’t have any more accidents. With a few last steps remaining, Norah jumped from the ladder and set the container on the ground before looking to Chase.
His expression was blank, almost dumbstruck.
“Chase?” Norah asked cautiously.
“What. The. Hell?” Chase asked, speaking the words slowly and quietly.
“I am so sorry,” Norah said. “I didn’t mean—”
“I told you to let me know when you were ready to come down,” Chase said. “What were you thinking?”
He cut her off. “You could’ve fallen and seriously hurt yourself.”
“But I didn’t,” she told him, trying to smooth out the situation.
“Thankfully,” Chase said, let out a relieved sigh as he took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He then looked at his hat and his eyes widened at the bright yellow paint streaked across it. “Ah, damn it. This is my favorite hat.”
Norah bit her lip to keep from laughing but couldn’t contain it. She let out a short burst of laughter and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry, I’m—”
Chase narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. “You think this is funny?”
“No,” Norah quickly said but then changed it to, “Well, yes, it is kind of funny when you think about it.” She laughed again.
“Oh, okay,” Chase said with a nod as he placed his hat back on his head and quickly reached to the ground for the paintbrush.
He popped back up before she had a chance to dodge out of the way and slapped the brush against the front of her shirt; her favorite dark gray Rolling Stones t-shirt. Her mouth fell open as he drug the yellow paint between her breasts down to the knot she had tied at the hem of her shirt.
“You jerk,” she gasped.
He gave her a smart-ass smirk as he dropped the paintbrush. “How’s that for funny?”
“You ruined my shirt,” she told him, her voice still full of disbelief as she tugged on the fabric to look at the damage done.
“And you ruined my hat,” Chase said. “So now we’re even. What do you know about the Rolling Stones anyway?” He gave her a half smile and knelt on the grass as he collected the paintbrushes.
She dropped the soft fabric and planted a hand on her hip. “Is that supposed to be a dig at me? ‘Oh that country girl don’t know nothin’ about good music’,” she said, deepening her voice for that last part.
Chase chuckled and looked at her. “Was that supposed to be me?”
She smiled bashfully. “Maybe.”
Chase grabbed all of the brushes and dropped them in an empty bucket before walking back over to her. “Look, I’m sorry if I offended you,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just surprised. I thought you only liked country music.”
“Well I don’t,” Norah told him. “That’s like me assuming you only like rock or rap or something.”
“Well, which is it?” Chase asked her, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. “Give it a guess. Let’s see just how well you think you know me?”
She gave him a playful smirk. “Okay.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Norah brought one of her hands up to her face and tapped her finger against her chin as she thought about her answer. “I’m thinking you’re more into upbeat tunes rather than the slow stuff. Right so far?”
“That’s a good start,” Chase said.
“And even though you like today’s music you really prefer the older stuff.”
Norah pursed her lips as she continued to tap her chin with her finger. “I’m thinking you’re a seventies kind of man.”
Chase applauded her. “Nicely done, Miss McKade.”
“Why thank you, Mr. O’Donnell,” Norah said and uncrossed her arms. “But I’ll do you one better. I bet you I can go as far to guess who your favorite artist from that time is.”
“Okay,” Chase told her, clearly amused. “Let’s hear it.”
“Hmm?” Norah said as she pursed her lips again and moved her eyes to look at the sky. “Let’s see there’s Foghat, Aerosmith, The Who—” She stopped short and snapped her fingers as she looked directly at him. “I got it! ABBA.”
“ABBA?” Chase said with a raised eyebrow and gave her a befuddled expression.
“Mmm-hmm,” Norah replied with a teasing smile. “You know you rock ‘Dancing Queen’ when nobody’s looking. Don’t deny it.”
Chase shook his head with a small laugh. “I think you are sorely mistaken. But good try though.” He walked away from her and back to the mess of supplies scattered about the ground.