Audiobook Review: A Place Called Home

A Place Called Home by Janet Lee Barton Heartsong Presents Audiobook on CD

Beth is telephone operator in 1898 in Roswell, New Mexico. She's also ward to 2 young children that belonged to her fiancé but then he up and died on her. Now, she has to try to convince Jeb, her fiancé's brother, that the children will do best left with her. It shouldn't be too hard though, because Jeb has a reputation of having wanderlust with no penchant for settling down.

Jeb doesn't think he's ready to settle down to family life, either. He wants to sell his brother's farm, but it's in such a state of disrepair, he decides to fix it up first.

During the months Jeb is working on the farm, he gets to know his niece and nephew, and starts thinking of how he can take them with him. But the children have become attached to Beth who wants to raise the children herself.

And, what would be the best for the 2 children? How would their needs best be served?

Heat level: Affectionate (kissing and hand holding but nothing more)

My Rating: Pretty Good - 3 stars (I enjoyed this story, but was not blown away by it)

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2008 Harlequin 100,000 Book Challenge:
Total books: 83 Harlequin Imprint: 78 Others: 5

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