Monday, May 22, 2017

Worth The Ride by Casey Peeler












Single father, Weston Parker is set in his ways, and raising his daughter is his top priority. But his ten-year-old feisty little girl is growing up faster than he ever realized. Her go-getter attitude is one he's seen before--mainly on himself. When she starts trading in her ponytails for makeup, Weston realizes he just might be in over his head.

Dedicated and driven veterinarian, Timber Sellers always knew that she'd head back home, but she wasn't quite ready for it to happen so soon. Running into the stubborn and bossy Weston from her high school days doesn't make it any better either. But when she meets his spunky daughter, Timber knows she's right where she's supposed to be. As Timber grows closer to Weston's daughter, his rough exterior softens. Suddenly, the heat between them explodes and neither can deny the attraction. Weston always goes after what he wants, and this time, he wants a future with Timber.


Worth the Ride is  what you've come to know and expect Casey Peeler's  southern storytelling. From maws and paws to mud filled truck tires to swooney country cowboys, Peeler's Worth the Ride takes you to small town living where dreams can still be made.
  Peeler's story of a young man stepping up to raise his daughter completely grabbed up my attention. In a matter of minutes I was invested into Weston and Bryndle's life and where it would lead. The bond between father and child captured my heart through the heart ache.
However from that point forward I feel like we hit a Time Warp that accelerated the pace of this book. Peeler's threw her characters, Weston & childhood friend, Timber into a face paced romance that I'm still trying to catch up to emotionally. If you are a fan of insta-love stories, then this is for you. Me? Not so much.
While this story still held my attention, I couldn't get past the whirlwind. There was no build up of love, no confessions of a childhood crush, nothing that really bonded these two together. They just were. I feel like Peeler missed out on a huge opportunity to develop this story one step further taking it from good to absolutely amazing. She had all the foundation there.

With that being said, Peeler's story was still intriguing, her characters interesting enough to follow and the southern slang prominent enough to keep me reading. Worth the Ride won't go down as my favorite book by Peeler, it still holds the sweet southern charm that takes me home.






Taking the last of the charts to the back room, I begin to put them away when I hear a slight knock. Turning around, I come face-to-face with a certain cowboy, and my heart goes wild like the horses he tames.
“Hey,” I say flatly.
“You got a minute?”
“Nope. I gotta get these damn things filed. I don’t know why he won’t go paperless.”
As I toss the folder on top of the filing cabinet, I hear a chuckle. Turning, I see Weston holding his hands up in surrender and trying his best to refrain from any more laughter but his lips deceive him and he tries to cover it up.
“Go ahead. Let it out. I know that was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever said. My daddy going paperless? Hell, he can’t wait to throw the flip phone in the lake when he retires.” Pausing, I look at him. “What you here for anyways?”
He takes his perfect hardworking body and props himself in the doorway. “I came to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Damn right,” I say as I stare him down and watch him try to form the words he wants to say. “Look, just spit that shit out. You sweating bullets isn’t your best quality.”
He takes his hand and rubs the back of his neck and my body betrays me. What the hell? “So I know you’re coming to help Bryndle get ready for the dance Friday. I was wondering if I could take you to breakfast after I dropped her off at school?”
“Really? Is this your way of asking me out?”





























Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.

Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading.  That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.

When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.

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