A light amusing read, combining female P.I. with a U.S. Marshall brought forward in time, still looking for his man.
From the back cover: "For private eye C.J. Grant, it was one of those mornings. She'd barely survived one hell of an earthquake, when the handsome cowboy in the Stetson and boots who'd saved her life coolly informed her that he was Sam Hackett, a U.S. federal marshal-from 1882. Just what she needs: another macho male who's only passing through.
But there is something about Sam-something wild and a little dangerous-that stirs her senses. Maybe it's his lean, rugged frame and sexy mustache. Maybe it's his winning way with a Winchester-a talent that could come in handy on the mean streets of L.A.
This wasn't Sam Hackett's day. One minute he was hot on the dusty trail of a notorious outlaw; the next, he was caught in a crzy world of horseless carriages and fast-talking women. Like devastating lady detective C.J. Grant, who entertains some mighty progressive notions about the opposite sex.
Headstrong and reckless, with whiskey-colored eyes and a mind of her own, C.J. appears to him like no other woman he's known. But for all her 1980s ways, he can't help wanting to protect her-especially when they go gunning for one of the most powerful men in Hollywood.
C.J. and Sam. They're tracking a cold-blooded killer who's cut a bloody path across two centuries. Falling in love is the last thing on their minds..."
From the back cover: "For private eye C.J. Grant, it was one of those mornings. She'd barely survived one hell of an earthquake, when the handsome cowboy in the Stetson and boots who'd saved her life coolly informed her that he was Sam Hackett, a U.S. federal marshal-from 1882. Just what she needs: another macho male who's only passing through.
But there is something about Sam-something wild and a little dangerous-that stirs her senses. Maybe it's his lean, rugged frame and sexy mustache. Maybe it's his winning way with a Winchester-a talent that could come in handy on the mean streets of L.A.
This wasn't Sam Hackett's day. One minute he was hot on the dusty trail of a notorious outlaw; the next, he was caught in a crzy world of horseless carriages and fast-talking women. Like devastating lady detective C.J. Grant, who entertains some mighty progressive notions about the opposite sex.
Headstrong and reckless, with whiskey-colored eyes and a mind of her own, C.J. appears to him like no other woman he's known. But for all her 1980s ways, he can't help wanting to protect her-especially when they go gunning for one of the most powerful men in Hollywood.
C.J. and Sam. They're tracking a cold-blooded killer who's cut a bloody path across two centuries. Falling in love is the last thing on their minds..."
CJ is a private eye 1989 Los Angeles; Sam is a lawman in 1882. Together they are tracking a killer who has cut a bloody path through two centuries. Falling in love just wasn't in the cards . . .
A blend of sci-fi and mystery, nicely told. "For private eye CJ Grant, it was one of those mornings. She'd barely survived one hell of an eathquake, when the handsome cowboy in the Steson and boots who saved herlife coolly informed her that he was Sam Hackett, a US Federal Marshal from 1882. Just what she needs - another macho male who's only passing through. Of course it wasn't Sam's day either. One minute he was hot on the trail of a notorious outlaw, the next he was caught in a crazy world of horseless carriages and fast talking women, like CJ who enterains some strange notions about the opposite sex. Together they're tacking a cold blooded killer who's cut a bloody path across two centuries."
