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"One word — awesome. One Real Man is a western historical romance full of fiery humor and passion that will delight readers from beginning to end. Janette Kenny is a rising star in the western historical romance genre." ~ Merri Crawford of Merrimon Books
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"With twists and turns and powerful secrets that threaten, Ms. Kenny has written a passion filled romance where the battle of wills will keep you riveted right to the thrilling conclusion." ~ Carol, reviewer for LWR Book Reviews
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"Finally there is a rising star on the sky of Western romances. Ms. Kenny is a real gift to all Western Romance fans. Her books are full of humor, emotions, and historical details that sweep her readers away to the wild plains of the Wild West. ONE REAL MAN is a real keeper for all Western Romance fans and those who want to try out this genre." ~Danny, LR&M reviewer
5 Hearts from The Romance Studio!
"Ms. Janette Kenny has, once again, written a winning novel. Her characters are dynamic and sharp. Gil Yancy is such a magnificent specimen that it would be impossible not to fall in love with him. The storyline in this fast-paced novel was exceptional. The dangers and obstacles of the book just made the story more powerful. I absolutely loved the book... Great job, Ms. Kenny!" ~ Brenda Talley, TRS reviewer
4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies!
"ONE REAL MAN is a sexy, gritty, refreshing story of down-to-earth characters with real flaws and foibles. Janette Kenny has proven she has a gift for capturing the essence of the western hero and heroine with humor and brilliant dialogue." ~ Scarlet, reviewer for Romance
4 Stars from Romantic Times Book Reviews!
"Kenny utilizes a standard western theme -- two strong-willed characters fighting for ranch ownership -- and adds a twist or two, changing the typical to the unique. Readers will enjoy every moment of the characters' battle of wills, verbal sparring and heated sexual encounters." ~ Kathe Robin, RT Reviewer
4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance
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"One Real Man is a fitting title to this wonderful book. Gil was such a man. Josie was a woman who knew what was important in life. Their finding each other after so long was just one aspect of why One Real Man was a great novel. Janette Kenny has a new fan." ~ Talia Ricci, JR reviewer
One Real Man
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Lost and Found
Gil Yancy is a man with a mission: claim his share of Rocky Point Ranch and build a herd of his own. what Gil doesn’t count on is the greeting he gets–in the form of a stove lid upside the head–from the mistress of the place. She’s the prettiest thing Gil’s ever laid eyes–and more–on. When last they met, the shady lady seduced him and stole his last red cent, so now it might just be time for a little sweet revenge…
Josie can’t believe Rocky Point’s new cowboy is that cowboy–the one with the strongest-yet-gentlest hands ever to mark a trail down her body. She robbed Gil blind out of sheer desperation, and year later, Josie still has something of his…but that’s not her only secret. She wants him just as much as ever–and she knows he’d do anything to please a lady…
Excerpt:
Josie wanted to change out of her soiled work clothes and get dinner started. But another three smacks on the door changed her mind. She jerked open the door, but the greeting she was fixing to force out stuck in her throat.
Gil Yancy scowled down at her, filling the doorway with his tense form and her heart with dread. “I should’ve reckoned you’d skedaddled up to the house.”
“I have work to do.”
He thumbed his hat back. “I saw Mrs. Andrews had company, so I held off stopping by until the lady left.”
“That’s right good of you.” And a surprise. “But I’m mighty busy right now.”
She started to close the door. He grabbed the panel and put his weight against it, forcing Josie to step back.
“Tell Mrs. Andrews I need to talk to her.”
Josie rolled her eyes. “About what?”
“That’s between me and Everett’s widow.”
So he knew. “Can’t it wait until later?”
“Nope. I paid my respects to Everett and now I want to extend my condolences to his missus.”
She hadn’t expected that. But then she hadn’t expected this trusted friend of Everett’s was this cowboy. Mercy sakes, could things get any worse?
“Come on in the parlor.” Josie frowned at his fine boots, wishing she had the money he’d spent on them. “But no spurs in the house.”
Gil bobbed his head and set to shucking his spurs, determined to make a good impression on Everett’s widow. When he looked up, the shady lady was gone. He reckoned she went to fetch Mrs. Andrews.
He left his spurs on the porch and wiped his boots on the rag rug inside the door to knock the dust off. After hooking his Stetson on the ornate hat stand, he took a gander in the mirror.
Damn wavy hair of his had a mind of its own. He licked his fingers, smoothed his hair down the best he could, and then moseyed into the parlor. Nothing fancy, but the room was in good order and smelled like flowers.
Gil settled on a big Morris chair that looked sturdy and comfortable. A lacy black shawl was draped over the back of an armless chair. He imagined a frail older woman wrapped up in it, whiling away her hours knitting or doing some such handiwork.
A minute soon turned into fifteen. Dammit to hell and back! Had the shady lady bothered to tell Everett’s widow he’d come calling and was down here waiting for her?
He was about to go looking for the old gal when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He settled back in the chair, both anxious and dreading this first meeting with Mrs. Andrews. Couldn’t be easy on the old gal to be alone.
A woman stepped into the parlor doorway, and Gil’s jaw damned near hit the shiny pine floor. Instead of Everett’s widow, the shady lady had returned.
She’d changed out of her dirty dress into a clean one that hugged her in all the places a man longed to touch. She’d pinned her dark hair up, but a few curls fell to her shoulders.
The sweet little thief looked pretty and wholesome. Smug as all get out, too.
“Now what is it you want to talk about?” she asked.
The skin on his nape crawled. Uh-uh, naw, the idea that was going through his head couldn’t be true. His ol’ partner wouldn’t have married a shady lady.
“What I have to say is between me and Mrs. Andrews.”
“Of course.” She walked to the armless chair angled next to his and sat down, drawing the shawl around her narrow shoulders. “We have a problem, Mr. Yancy.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Everett told me.”
Ah, hell– “Did he now?”
She smoothed her skirt to cover her trim ankles, the jerky movement hinting she was more nervous than she looked. “Yes, he did. My husband kept no secrets from me.”
“Husband!”
Gil pinched his eyes shut, finding no pleasure that his hunch proved out. The shady lady who’d robbed him blind was Everett’s widow.This had to be the damnedest fix he’d ever landed in.
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