I received a pdf file of this book for an honest review.
In Determined Hearts, you follow Jennifer as she tries to follow the famous Hawk Hunter while he introduces Bald Eagles on his ancestors’ mountains in Iowa. Trying to leave her current boss for a big name wildlife magazine, she strikes a deal, only catch, she has to write an article for both companies. Being forced to spend two weeks with Hawk, Jennifer starts to question if she wants to pursue her love of photography or her womanly desire to the ex romance novel model.
You also follow Hawk, a Native American who grew weary of the city life. Making a promise to his great grandfather, Hawk leave New York to reintroduce Bald Eagles in his ancestors old land. With the unannounced arrival on Jennifer, Hawk starts to wonder if his living in solitude was actually suppose to be easy, or if having a companion is what he needed…. Just like his Eagles.
When I first started, Determined Hearts, I was under the impression of a guilty pleasure novel that a wife hides from her husband. There was quite a bit of sexual tension going on between the two characters, starting from chapter 1.
As it progressed, a little more (other than sex) was introduced.
The plot was difficult to spot. In the end, it was a typical guy gets the girl. Both goals are met.
The goal I enjoyed was Hawk’s. From before Jennifer showed up. His goal on his Eagles.
I don’t really have a favorite character. If I had to choose, it would probably be Jennifer, due to her strong will and lack of needing help from Hawk.
Like I had mentioned earlier, I kinda had a moment where I wanted to stop due to the sexual tension. There was a bit. The sexual attraction between the two characters were a little much. The sexual scenes themselves were quick, to the point. There weren’t a lot of details, which I particularly liked.
In the end, this book received 4 out of 5 stars. If the sexual tension didn’t start as soon as it did, it would be a full 5 star.
I do recommend if you want a light read. But if you are looking for a guilty pleasure, this isn’t it.