Top 10 Favorite Television Shows:
- Dallas—J.R. Ewing made for the best villain. Love him or hate him, Larry Hagman’s portrayal of the rich oil barren was the reason millions tuned in every week. And Bobby Ewing made for a hot, hunky cowboy. Plus, I love a good family saga. The brotherly bond between J.R. and Bobby was best displayed by the occasional tender-hearted emotions reflected in J.R.’s eyes when he thought no one was watching.
- The Soprano’s—A mobster isn’t hero material, but James Gandolfini portrayed Tony Soprano with a perfect blend of warmth and ruthlessness. Silence reigned in my house every Sunday night so as not one word was missed.
- Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman—I know, the show was corny at times, but I loved the characters and the costumes.
- Deadwood—As a fan of all things western, this show was spot-on in scenery, history, costumes, dialogue, and casting. Entertaining, gritty, sometimes disgusting; I enjoyed this series immensely and was thoroughly angry at HBO for canceling it without a good reason.
- Everybody Loves Raymond—I love to laugh, and most episodes were laugh-out-loud funny. For nearly 10 years, we got to know the Barone family and what made them tick. One of the main reasons I liked this show is Frank and Marie reminded me of folks I actually knew
- NCIS, L.A.—I enjoy NCIS, but I love NCIS, L.A. The chemistry between all of the actors and the characters they portray is riveting and funny. The rapid exchange between Sam and Callen or Deeks and Kensi is some of the best writing in television today, and the action is fantastic. Hetty is the type of boss everyone should have. If I’m ever in need of help, I’m hoping Sam and Callen come to my rescue.
- Castle—Good story lines with plenty of plot twists, the best thing about this show is the chemistry between Castle and Beckett. They are so cute together.
- The Cosby Show—This was one of the best family comedy shows. The parental advice Bill Cosby dolled out each week kept me in stitches, and back then, I didn’t have children.
- Laverne and Shirley—Okay, I’m showing my age, but honestly, as a kid, I loved these two wacky women. And Lenny and Squiggy (who will forever remain Lenny and Squiggy to me regardless of other characters they portray). And I liked to watch Eddie Mekka dance; he was so talented.
- Knots Landing—A spin-off from Dallas, this was also another well-written nighttime soap/family saga. Abby made for a great female villain, and her clothes, hair and makeup were perfect.
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Blurb:
Notorious outlaw Buck Grayson is set to hang for the one murder he didn’t commit, until a last minute pardon sets him free. But there’s a condition to the pardon. He’s to cease outlawing and bring law and order to Revolving Point, Texas, the border town along the Rio Grande, with a reputation worse than his. Zanna is there and still in danger from the fancy-pants attorney seeking revenge against her. Buck will do anything for Zanna–even pin the tin star to his chest to keep her safe–except say the words she longs to hear.
Former soiled dove Suzanna Reynolds wants respectability, a home and children, and she wants them with Buck. Trouble is, Buck isn’t the settling type and has never openly acknowledged she’s his woman. Convinced Buck only took the sheriff’s job to settle a score and not to please her, Suzanna demands he court her to prove his love. Or leave town for good.
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Excerpt:
Buck stepped inside, closed the door and didn’t make a move toward her. “That woman downstairs is worse than Emma.”
“Did you come up here to complain?” She folded her arms beneath her breasts.
“I came to tell you I took this damn job for you.” Plus, it made it easier to flush out Hanson’s hired guns before they harmed her. But she didn’t need to know that. She’d want to help and would do so behind his back if he didn’t let her. “Not because I want a tumble between the sheets, but because you’re my woman. That used to mean something to you.”
“It still would if you’d tell me you love me.”
“Dammit, Zanna. You know I do.”
“Then say it,” she challenged. “And don’t give me the same old line about words being hard for you.”
“They are.” At least, those words were. The last time he’d said them his family had been murdered. With enemies lurking in the shadows, the same could happen to her. Pissing her off was one thing. He could tolerate her icy glare. Losing her forever was a whole different matter. “That doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”
She sighed irritably and looked away.
“Doesn’t my coming here count for something when I swore I wouldn’t?”
“If you can’t say the words,” she returned her gaze to him, “then I want you to prove you love me and intend to stay.”
“How?”
“By courting me.”
“What the hell do you think the last three years have been?”
“I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure.” She glared at him. “You say I’m your woman. Prove it.”
“Sonofabitch, Zanna. Couldn’t you just beat me with your fry pan?”
“No,” she said in that same snotty tone that had beaten him many times in the past.
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