Slow Heat in Heaven [With Earbuds] Book

I had to edit my review as all my pictures had disappeared. I asked for the update not to be added to my feed, so apologies if this "old" review shows up on your feed.

Decided to read this one after reading Geri's review. It was written over 25 years ago but I had a hankering for something like this. It was back in the day when men were Real Men, wore jeans and boots, had hairy chests and stubbled jaws, they smoked, they fucked, they drank, they didn't care what folks thought of them… but now and again one of them could be brought to their knees by a beautiful woman. First time reading this author. I think her writing style/genre might have changed a bit over the years - will check some of her other books out. This was not even available on Kindle in my neck of the woods but I wanted to read it so bad that I got the paperback, an OLD paperback edition.

If her swift calculations were correct, Cash Boudreaux was approaching forty, so he should have known better to say something so flippant about an seriously ill man. His manners hadn't improved with maturity. He was as coarse, as rude, as undisciplined as he'd been in his youth. His mother had exercised absolutely no control over him whatsoever. She had let him run wild. He was constantly into mischief that had ceased to be cute by the time he reached junior high school, where he fast became the scourge of the public school system. Heaven, Louisiana had never spawned such a hell-raiser as Cash Boudreaux.



"I'm never kind to a woman."


His walk, all his movements were masculine…. His lips closed around the filtered tip. He struck a match on the doorjamb, then cupped his hands around the flame while he lit the cigarette.


"Just what I thought," he said roughly.
"You put on all those ladylike airs but you're just like a firecracker on the Fourth of July, ready to ignite, ready to explode." … He jerked her forward and rubbed against her. "Feel that? I've got just the match to light your fuse."
She slapped him hard.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What's the matter, not used to ---"
"Filth, Mr. Boudreaux. No I'm not used to filth. "



What a Bitch the sister is - hope she gets her come-uppance!

Not sure some of the words used in the book would go down too well in this day and age … but I am sure there are still prejudices like that in plenty of corners of the world.


"Stop," she moaned.
"You want this as much as I do."
"No."
"Yes," he flicked her earlobe with his tongue.
"How long has it been since you got fucked real good?"/b>


Smooth fucking talker is our Cash.

And what about Daddy …


… and Daddy's prejudices aren't much better - now we can see that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"He's a queer …In my day if one of those crossed our paths, we'd beat the hell out of him."

"You want to talk about it, I suppose?"
"About what? Fucking you?"
"Sure, why not? Let's talk about it."
"Alright."
She drew a deep breath to show him how bored she was with the subject.
"It was a mistake to go to bed with you. I regret it. It happened. I wish it hadn't but it did. I take full responsibility for my actions, but I intend to forget the whole thing. I expect you to as well."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do."
His whiskey flavored breath was as balmy as the night air when he laughed into her stormy face. He leaned forward, aligning his body against hers.
"Not bloody likely. Do you know what it means to a poor white trash bastard kid like me to make Miss Schyler Crandall come?"

Then again, he might have some words of wisdom for her …

"Be careful that your benevolence doesn't work against you, Schyler …Vast experience has taught me that folks dearly love to bite the hand that feeds them. It gives them a perverse satisfaction that's just plain human nature. You can't change that … Make sure nobody mistakes your love and charity for weakness. Folks claim they admire saints. But fact is they despise them. They gloat in seeing them stumble and fall flat on their asses"

Jigger Flynn …


Cash, I don't know what to make of you …

"I warned you that I was never kind to women. Don't expect me to be an different with you."



My God, what she had just done was unthinkable. Yet, it had happened. She wasn't sorry, only deeply disturbed, because while he'd been holding her she'd been inundated with him. She had forgotten her problems. She had forgotten everything including Belle Terre. <

"You cannot trust him. Do, and we're doomed. He'll do anything, say anything to bring us down. Don't doubt that for a single instant."

And to be honest, I seriously did not know who was the Bad Guy(?) - was on tenderhooks towards the end of the book but of course, I got my HEA.