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N. Sharman Reviews For The McCassey Brothers Book 3: DUSTY ROSE by Lauren N. Sharman "The third book in the McCassey
Brothers series, Dusty Rose, by Lauren Sharman is just as wonderful
as the first two titles! The McCassey’s and the women who love
them haven’t led charmed, happy lives; they’ve lived through
rough situations and hard conditions and survived. When circumstances
or people with grudges go after one McCassey or anyone they have adopted
into their family, they face the whole crowd. McCassey’s take
care of their own! Just like the other two titles, Dusty Rose is full
of action, suspense, and romance and is a great read. I love reading
about these caustic personalities with bad tempers and foul mouths who
are also fiercely loyal and love their family. Ms. Sharman is able to
bring these flawed individuals to life in a way that has the reader
rooting for them to succeed and find the happiness that everyone, despite
their situation, is entitled to. I’m just afraid since the series
is called the McCassey Brothers series that this is the last book but
there are a number of wonderful secondary characters that would make
great stories too so I hope we’ll see more of this family sometime
in the future. How about it Ms. “The road to romance for the McCassey
brothers can be paved with pain, heartache, outlaw bikers, old secrets,
and blood. Ms. Sharman has penned another fabulous adventure in Hagerstown,
Maryland, that spans ten years and adds unexpected twists to the legacy.
Rebel, Blackie and Judd McCassey are the kind of bad boys you'd want
on your team no matter the game. Each one is hot in looks and actions.
Dusty and her sisters are the perfect counterparts: Sample Chapter For The McCassey
Brothers Book 3: DUSTY ROSE by Lauren N. Sharman
Hagerstown, Maryland, 1978 Chaos erupted the instant the front door crashed violently against the living room wall. “Dusty!” Relieved to hear her older sister’s voice, eighteen-year-old Dusty Zamora came to her senses enough to answer. “Jessie!” she yelled as loud as the hand over her mouth allowed. As her sister flew into the room, gun drawn, Dusty bit the hand covering her mouth as hard as she could, forcing her enormous attacker to release his hold. With barely enough time to roll out of the way, Dusty covered her head just as the first of five consecutive, deafening blasts from Jessie’s .357 Magnum echoed through the room. Just inches from Jessie’s target, Dusty jerked and stiffened as the warm blood of her attacker splattered her face; her body heaving as she fought the urge to vomit. When everything was quiet, she looked up. Followed by their two other sisters, Alex and Benni, Jessie was the first one to reach her. “Dusty?” “I’m okay,” she said as Jessie grasped her upper arm and pulled her to her feet. Taking in the bloody scene on the floor, Dusty could hardly believe her younger sister, Courtney, was dead. Next to her lay their mother’s ex-boyfriend, Earl—the bastard; the well-deserved victim of Jessie’s perfect timing and flawless aim. “What do we do now?” Benni asked. “We get the hell out of here,” Jessie told them, using an old T-shirt that had been lying on the sofa to wipe some of Earl’s blood from Dusty’s face. “What about Court?” “She’s dead, Benni, there’s nothing we can do.” “But—” “But nothing!” Jessie’s temper exploded. We’ve got to get out of town before Sheriff Johnson discovers what went on here! Earl was a friend of his, and if he catches us, he’ll find a way to charge us all with murder and make sure we spend the rest of our lives in prison.” “I don’t want to leave her, Jessie!” Jessie shoved Benni—who was as close to hysterics as Dusty had ever seen her—toward the hallway. “You don’t have a choice! I’m the oldest and we do what I say! Grab a small bag and pack only what you can’t do without. Go! You’ve got two minutes; all of you.” With shaking hands, Dusty took the trash bag Alex offered her and scrambled to toss in a few shirts, two pair of jeans, and some clean underwear; she didn’t own anything else worth holding onto. When the sisters had hastily packed what they could, one by one, they filtered out the front door. “Where are we going?” Dusty asked. Jessie never hesitated before replying, “To The Renegade’s camp.” Dusty should’ve known. A certain member of the Renegades was who Jessie always went to when she needed something. “How will we get there?” “Let’s go to McCassey’s Garage. Blackie will get us out of town.” And get them out of town he did. |