17/08/2012 by Basia Rose
A Couper and Carr collaboration? Naked man on the cover? The word “Misplaced” in the title?
I’ve already read this book, I said to myself. I read it back in June.
I had a light-bulb moment in the early evening, when I remembered these authors had a second – connected – book coming out. And, yeah, this was it.
I enjoyed this one as much as the first. There’s always a danger with culture clash books that someone’s going to come off looking like a bad stereotype. Yeah, they play up the ocker Australian image a lot, but then Dylan is from out in the middle of nowhere, and recent viewings of The Farmer Wants a Wife (that show = horrible!) tell me that there really are people in this country who speak and act like he does!
I am very glad the pronunciation of Monet’s name was cleared up in this one. I spent the last book thinking “Monet” was the American spelling for the name “Monette”, the way “omelet” is the American spelling for “omelette”!
Nope. She’s named like the artist. It only took me half the book to remember to say it that way in my mind! Whoops!
Non-Australian readers seem to really warm to the Aussie farmer boy male lead, so I’m sure there’re a lot of people who will enjoy these.
Flying halfway ’round the world to meet his potential soul mate sounds like a fine idea to Dylan Sullivan—until he discovers said soul mate, Annie, has gone looking for him. In Australia. Now Dylan’s adrift, a bloke from the Outback alone in the bloody big city. Until he’s rescued by Monet, a gorgeous local artist…and Annie’s best friend.
A dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker, Monet has never met anyone like Dylan. Taking temporary care of the sizzling-hot cowboy is easy; he’s friendly, funny and interesting. Keeping her hands off him is decidedly not easy. That horny accent, that killer grin…and as a successful artist, Monet is very much a hands-on sort of girl.
Dylan and Monet hold back until they learn Annie is engaged in her own foreign affair in Oz. Then all bets—and clothes—are off. But it can only be a fling. An Aussie cowboy doesn’t belong in New York any more than a city girl belongs in the Outback.
Now if only their hearts would listen.