21/06/2012 by Basia Rose
I heard about this book a week or two ago. It was released yesterday. The reason I wanted to read it is because it’s an Australian-set collaboration between two writers: American Mari Carr and Australian Lexxie Couper. The story is about an American heiress who finds herself stranded in Australia.
This was a fun read, with nice characters who truly represented their different cultures.
Australia is awfully misrepresented in most romantic fiction. It’s deliberately presented as some foreign fantasy of the place, not a realistic look at the culture. Stereotypes are played up at the same time as the language being toned-down.
I was so excited to find a book that presented Australia in an accurate way. The fun thing about these “culture clash” stories is that it gives the author(s) a chance to explain Australian terminology instead of eliminating it.
ARSE. It’s an ARSE, not an ass, and I smiled every time I saw it written correctly. Arse, arse, arse, arse!! (Yes, I’m twelve!)
Misplaced Princess nicely finishes before our star-crossed lovers have to worry about the very strict migrant visa regulations, but I’ll assume Annie breezes on through with no problems there!
Once you’ve read this one, there’s another series that might interest you, as it has a similar premise. This one:
Is also about an American heiress from New York who runs off to the Australian Outback and lands herself an Australian stockman. It’s the middle book in a trilogy about three brothers who live somewhere where the shortage of woman is serious.
They’re all worth a read!
Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a sexy cowboy she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.
Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.
When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?