by Shanna Hatfield
Series: Pendleton Petticoats #9
Publication Date April 19, 2018
Genres: Historical Fiction, Clean Romance
Setting: Oregon Progressive Era – US – 1890s – 1920s
Written for: Adults
She’s waging a war for women’s rights He’s fighting a battle to win her heart. . .
There’s nothing typical about Quinn Fairfield. The outspoken suffragette spends her days writing sensational headlines as a newspaper reporter and indulging her natural curiosity. She’s much more likely to be found riding a bicycle around town than learning the social graces at which her sister, Caitlyn, excels. When Caitlyn announces her plans to wed a man Quinn doesn't trust, she sets out to find a reason to break up the happy couple. In the process, she finds herself falling for an intriguing, kind-hearted man.
After spending several years in Portland at college, Walker Williams returns to Pendleton, eager to make his mark on the world. He’s determined to become a legendary architect despite the challenges that arise from his upbringing on the nearby Umatilla Reservation. When a feisty red-headed newspaper reporter catches his eye and captures his heart, Walker fights his growing feelings for her. He’ll do anything to shelter Quinn from the prejudices aimed at him and his heritage.
Can the two of them overcome their fears, set aside the burdens of the past, and surrender to the sweet romance blossoming between them?
Filled with laughter, adventure, and historical tidbits from 1912, Quinn is a sweet historical romance brimming with hope and love.
I would like to thank Shanna Hatfield for giving me this copy of the book. This gift did not influence my opinion or review.
Please forgive me for gushing.
Reading Quinn transported me to 1912. I loved the natural way Shanna Hatfield incorporated newspaper articles from that year as part of the story of the feisty newspaper reporter. Apparently, the sinking of the Titanic headlined in the newspapers for weeks after it occurred. I learned so much more about surrounding events, including the initial, erroneous articles that came out.
Also quite fascinating were the details surrounding the Suffragette movement. Though I have seen movies and read books that take place at that time, I had no idea the type of things that went into the efforts. While I knew there was opposition, that really came to life here with details previously unknown to me. The biggest impact of the story in this regard was that I had never before really cared that much. Movies such as The Great Race had, frankly, left me with a bitter attitude towards the women involved, as they seemed obnoxious and unreasonable. I now have a much greater appreciation for the motivations they had and have seen the women in a different light.
There were so many little details that added to the sense of place that I couldn’t even begin to mention them all (nor would I!) Suffice it to say, they were added in a subtle way and in just the right places to be just right. The terminology used was also period appropriate. No modern-day anachronisms jarred me from the turn-of-the-century.
It struck me how amazing it would have been to see the circus for the first time, or a leopard. Having grown up watching old movies and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, I can’t remember the first time I saw these things – they were always just a natural part of my life. So experiencing Walker’s first encounters with these things had me almost regretful that I have become somewhat inoculated to the wonder of them.
This is my very favorite of the Pendleton Petticoats series and may be my favorite of this author’s books as well.
At that moment he smiled at her with a spark of amusement and interest flickering in his eyes, she could practically feel the wildness of his spirit surrounding her as Walker took a step closer. She inhaled his masculine, entrancing scent as he moved another step nearer.
Merciful heavens! He smelled as divinely wonderful as he looked. Her senses dove into a whirl of unexpected exhilaration when he offered her a slightly crooked grin.
“If your feet have recovered from Mr. Silvers’ abuse, would you do the the honor of this dance, Miss Fairfield?” Walker held out a hand toward her.
Quinn stared at his long, tanned fingers then slowly raised her gaze to his face. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she had no interest in dancing with him or anyone else. Nevertheless, when she spoke, the words came as a shock to her ears. “I’d love to dance with you, Mr. Williams. Thank you.”
She placed her hand on his, unprepared for her reaction to his touch. Tingles trickled from her fingers all the way to her toes as he politely tipped his head to her and led her out to the dance floor.
Walker was as light on his feet and Mr. Silvers had been heavy on hers as he guided her through the steps of a waltz.