Selected praise for the men of
HELLâS EIGHT
Caineâs Reckoning
âSarah McCartyâs new series is an exciting blend of raw masculinity, spunky, feisty heroines and the wild living in the old west⦠Caineâs Reckoning is an erotic novel with spicy hot love scenesâ¦Ms. McCarty gave us small peeks into each member of the Hellâs Eight and Iâm looking forward to reading the other menâs stories.â
âErotica Romance Writers
âIntense, edgy and passionate, this is old-school historical romance at its finest.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews (4.5 stars)
âCaineâs Reckoning is a canât-put-it-down adventure story.â¦Superb writing and characterizationâ¦This exceptional first-in-series book has this reader eagerly anticipating future stories and earns it the RRT Perfect 10 ratingâ¦a hands-down winning tale that is not to be missed.â
âRomance Reviews Today
âThough Caine and Desi alone would have made this a wonderful romance, the many other men of Hellâs Eight are an integral part of the series and we are certainly left anxious for the next installment.â
âA Romance Review (5 roses)
Samâs Creed
âOnce again using an erotic backdrop, [McCarty] creates a mythic western hero, protective, dominant, and emotionally distantâbut never cruelâwho believes he is not worthy of the heroine who loves himâ¦Readers who enjoy erotic romance but havenât found an author who can combine it with an historical setting may discover a new auto-buy authorâ¦I have.â
âAll About Romance
âMcCarty continues her Hellâs Eight series with this solidly plotted tale. Thereâs wonderful chemistry between Sam and Bella, and the witty banter between them makes the story come alive.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews (4 stars)
âThe jaunty banter between Sam and Isabella is almost as much fun to read as the sexual tension that develops. Iâm definitely looking forward to future [Hellâs Eight] stories.â
âA Romance Review (4½ roses)
Music drifted out of the gaily decorated church into the humid night air, wrapping around Sally Mae in a breath of lilting joy. She shifted her hip on the railing, leaned her head against the rough porch support and let the notes roll through her, not feeling the guilt so strongly this time. She was healing, from the inside out, the way Jonah said she would in what heâd considered a kindness. But then Jonah had been that type of man, always able to put others before him, always able to see Godâs light with no questions attached to the end of the message. His way had always been clear while hers was always a struggle.
Despite their differences, or maybe because of them, sheâd been a good wife to him. Their marriage hadnât been the kind that little girls dreamed up while playing in the yard on a summerâs day, but it had been the stable kind an impulsive woman valued. No matter what her inclinations, Sally had always known that if she couldnât find the answer in meditation, she would find it with Jonah. Heâd been her rock, her balance, her guiding light, and when heâd been murdered, it had shattered her inner light into a never-ending pitch of black, to the point that sheâd stopped feeling anything.
For months, sheâd walked around in a daze, going through life as if she hadnât lost a vital part of her faith. And then the townsfolk had started coming to her for healing, seeing her as the next best thing to a doctor, and sheâd found solace in being needed. From that solace had come a light that flickered through the darkness. Purpose. Life since Jonahâs death hadnât been perfect, but sheâd found a reason to get out of bed, a pretense on which to keep functioning, and gradually, that pretense had grown into a calling sheâd only assumed was hers before Jonahâs death. A calling that distracted her from the emptiness left by her husbandâs death. An emptiness sheâd been able to ignore until six months ago when Tucker McCade had come back to town.
She grimaced and shifted her position, the star-studded vastness of the landscape striking her anew with its beauty, almost as though it was the first time she was seeing it. And maybe it was. Sometimes she felt that Jonahâs death had wiped clean her understanding of who she was and left a stranger in its place. A stranger who was familiar in her love of these beautiful nights of endless sky and sparkling stars, yet foreign in her attraction to the big Texas Ranger.
She couldnât pinpoint what drew her to the man. Tucker was too big, too wild, too unpredictable to be described in easy terms. He breathed the violence she abhorred, seemed to believe in nothing but the moment, and the only emotion he let anyone see never made it to his eyes. He was a man of secrets and pain, larger than life, and nothing to which she should be attracted, and yet, somehow, heâd become part of her emerging life.