Diana Palmer used to be one of my favorites, but most of her recent books have been the same- blah blah downtrodden heroine, blah blah rich handsome cowboy, blah blah amorphous and random Texas references. Jutting brows (are her heroes all Neanderthals?), outdated language and overuse of the exclamation point have decreased my (guilty) reading pleasure. I don't have anything against formula romances (I love Betty Neels), but this formula is tired. At least there wasn't any archeology mentioned (unless I skimmed over that part), but the "mystery" was a total non-plot for me. It was a quick read, and all I can say is "Thank heavens for library swap shelves!"