From the back of the book:
Storm was her name and her destiny… Born on a night when lightning flashed and thunder rolled, the raven-haired beauty was sixteen before the promise of her name became the path of her life… Born to wealth, the belle of five counties wagered away to a middle-aged rancher by her wastrel uncle. On her way to Texas to marry Gabriel North, she was captured by outlaws — and wagered away again by her captor to a blue-eyed bounty hunter, a dark-skinned gunslinger called El Lobo, the wolf. A man who could kill in cold blood, then take her with fire and tenderness when she whispered to him.
I read Love, Cherish Me many years ago as teenager so it’s a long-time favorite.
You have to read this book as a lover of the genre because Rebecca Brandewyne is here at her bodice-rippiest.
What I loved about Rebecca Brandewyne’s old romances was that she would always pose dressed as the heroine in her picture on the back of the book. There would be a poem at the beginning, and the book would be broken up into several books or parts. The story began with a prologue with the couple together and ended with their epilogue. And let’s not forget the Elaine Duillo cover art, which was practically de rigeur for a romance diva. What can I say, I’ve always preferred intricate, elaborate heavy metal or progressive rock as opposed to streamlined, gritty punk, and my taste in romances is no different.
This book is a western epic, filled with murder, sex, death, trauma… Get your hankies out, because his one is a tearjerker!
The heroine is southern belle Storm Aimee Lesconflair and the hero is the dark stranger called “Lobo,” or Wolf. A fatal card game decides Storm’s fate, as she is violently pulled onto the lone gambler/gunslinger’s life. The tale is epic, set in the epic state of Texas. Storm is abducted and almost raped by villains, saved by Wolf multiple times, separated from her beloved, accused of murder, and experiences the worst pain a mother can feel before finally being reunited with her soul mate.
This is a companion piece to And Gold Was Ours, which was good, but not as great as this. The only Brandewyne book I like more is her gothic romance reminiscent of Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, Upon a Moon-Dark Moor.