I have read all three of the Weston books and can highly recommend them all. “No Luck at All” will draw you in from the first page and keep you turning the pages until the satisfying conclusion. Good job, Ms. Lence! - Stacey Coverstone, Author of Western Romance
I just finished reading, No Luck At All, by Julie Lence. This is the third book in the Weston Family Series and was outstanding. It definitely kept my interest. No Luck At All has everything from blackmail to dishonesty to a bit of humor, and Creel and Racine are very believable in their quest to find true love. Even though this story takes place in 1800's Colorado Territory, the plot deals with issues people of today's world can relate to.
I admired how Ms. Lence brought back all of the characters from the first two books. She did this in a way where the reader isn't required to read Luck of the Draw and Lady Luck to know who the secondary characters are and how they relate to this story. Though, I highly recommend you read Luck of the Draw and Lady Luck, as well.
Ms. Lence definitely knows how to write em’. Her descriptions are so vivid they make you feel like you’re a part of the story. Keep the books coming, Ms. Lence. I can't wait to read what you write next.-
Saundra Krause, Avid reader of Western Historical Romance
"A sassy mouth isn't becoming of you." He sat across from her.
"Ungratefulness doesn't become you, either," she rallied back.
"Butchering me like a side of beef does?" He raised a brow.
"I butcher you?" Disbelief shone in her eyes. "You butcher me. Most of the time you don't talk to me and when you do, you're mean."
"Have a heart, Racine. I'm doing the best I can."
"If this is your best, I'd hate to see your worst." She fidgeted with the sash on her robe. "What's bothering you, Creel? Why do you think the worst of me?"
"Because," he barked and instantly regretted it. Fear sprang into her eyes and she sank back in her chair, her shoulders trembling. "I apologize," he said quietly, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs before folding his hands together to conquer the churning in his gut. If he wanted any kind of normalcy with her, it was now or never.