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Review | Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts

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Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts

Living on the streets was easier for Carly Sue McCluskie than living with her nasty great-uncle in a town where she’s despised for unknown reasons.

Though she knows she shouldn’t have returned to the little Utah town, Carly does, hoping to rid herself of demons and bury the past with her now deceased uncle.

Little does she know that somewhere amongst the trash, broken down equipment, and rotting building is something someone wants. Something they’re willing to kill to have.

Hott Review:

Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts is a very sad romantic mystery. Yes, someone killed Ezra and someone was trying to kill Carly but, for me, the bigger mystery was Seth. His anger and guilt were just so sad that when paired with Carly’s life the suspense just took a back seat.
Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts is a good book and, as a plus, I received an ARC and didn’t notice a grammatical or punctuation error at all! (This is an Advance copy & I constantly find errors in professionally bound books!)
The only thing about Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts I didn’t like is that so much is made out of Seth’s guilt but I personally didn’t feel that enough emphasis was given to his actual crime, just to his fix.


Carly Sue McCluskie leaned her hot pink Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle into the turn down the dirt road to the old farm and slowed. She hated the idea of returning after eight years. She had
done everything in her power to leave her past behind and her memories of growing up in Elkhorn, Utah. She hadn’t set so much as a foot back in the whole of Summit County since leaving at the age of fifteen. Every decision she had made since then had been to distance herself from the country lifestyle Ezra, her father’s uncle, had tried to ram down her throat.

She couldn’t say she was sorry the old buzzard had died, either. He was the most miserable man God had ever placed on the earth. She didn’t regret the day she had run away to escape him. Spotting the rusty tin roof of the barn and sporadic blue shingles left on the old house made her slow her progression even further. Just getting closer brought back years of pain and suffering from having lived with him.

And it wasn’t just Ezra. At the time, she suddenly had no friends at all at school. She had no idea what had happened, only that everyone avoided her like the plague. She had walked up to her best friend, Bailey, standing at their locker. Bailey had looked at her with big teal eyes and pulled at one of her auburn braids. “Sorry, Carly Sue. You know how it is.” She shrugged, turned, and walked away. She never spoke to Carly again.

Carly hadn’t understood what had changed. She still didn’t understand. Why had everyone started treating her differently…cruelly? Of course, she had never had many friends because of Ezra, but what had changed? Her chest tightened, and she swallowed hard. She didn’t want to remember the past.

She wanted to get this whole business of closing Ezra’s estate over with and get on with her life at her bakery, Sweet Creams. She had worked hard to get this far, and she had done it alone.

She wanted nothing from Ezra, not that there would be anything left. She wasn’t stupid. The attorney, Andrew Baxter, had indicated there were financial concerns, and she knew Ezra well enough to know he would have drank any profits the farm produced. So far, they hadn’t been able to find a Last Will and Testament or any of Ezra’s other important papers. Most likely, there weren’t any to be found. Everything would go into probate and then his creditors would be paid off. That was fine with her. She hadn’t even wanted an autopsy, but they had insisted since he died alone. They considered that suspicious circumstances. She had no idea why she agreed since he was seventy-five and an alcoholic. And, Carly wasn’t even certain why she had arranged for a graveside service, except maybe to make sure he was actually dead and buried.

She scoffed. She would have rather had him cremated and not bothered with a burial, but then she would have had to wait until the autopsy and the rest of the investigation was over. She wanted him gone and buried. There was no love lost between them.

She pulled up next to the rickety picket fence that needed a good coat of paint and parked her motorcycle. She half expected Mr. Baxter to meet her, but they hadn’t made such an arrangement. She slipped off her helmet, swung her leg over the seat, and hung her helmet on the handlebar. She peeked at her image in the side mirror of her motorcycle. Helmets did nothing for hairdos.

She tried to fluff her hair as she walked around the side of the house, checking things out.

The place hadn’t changed for the good over the years. Of course, Ezra wouldn’t have wasted good liquor money on paint, that was for sure. She looked up and noticed an open window on the house. What would that be doing open? Water came flying out of the window, not giving her a chance to flee or duck. The cool liquid hit her right in the face and soaked the front of her blouse. She gasped.

“What in the name of Beelzebub—” a voice came from the house. “Is that you, Jewel?”

Carly couldn’t catch her breath to answer. Something moved behind her. She whirled around, her hair dripping water, to face a growling Border collie. The right side of the dog’s face was black, the other white. Carly noticed the graying muzzle and light brown eyes. The screen door squawked and slammed.

A cowboy—hat, boots, western-detailed shirt and all—rounded the house and stopped cold. Carly had never had anyone stare at her with such intense emotion. She didn’t know what to make of it. The dog let out a small growl again and looked at the man.

“Jewel, leave it,” he said, his expression quickly changing and his lips pulling into a smile.

He pushed his hat back and then folded his arms across his chest. “Well, now. Mighty sorry about that.”

If she hadn’t been so angry, she might have noticed his broad shoulders, bulging pecs, lean hips, wavy dark hair, and dusty brown eyes. Wait a minute. She had noticed.

His smile faded. “Don’t tell me.” His shoulders slumped. “You must be Carly Sue McCluskie.”


Author: Cindy A Christiansen
Source: The author sent a pdf copy of Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts to me in exchange for only an honest review.
Publisher & Date: November 2nd 2015 by Dragonfly Spirit Books
Genre: Contemporary Western Romantic Mystery
Pages: 158
Grade: B
Ages: 16+
Steam: None
Setting: Utah

Author Bio:

Cindy A ChristiansenBestselling author, Cindy A Christiansen, has combined her love of dogs with her joy of writing to create an award winning combination. Her novels always include canine characters both in the pages and on the cover, an extension of the credit she gives to her extraordinary rescue dogs for their part in helping her overcome numerous challenges. In a reciprocal gesture for their love and devotion, a portion of the proceeds from her books are donated to assist abandoned and abused dogs.

She lives in Utah with her loving husband, two creative children with autism, and a pack of rambunctious dogs.

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