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Red Dirt Heart 4 by N.R. Walker
5.0
Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.
“[…] You have a love as infinite as the horizon, and a heart of red dirt. […]”
Ait, let’s keep it short and sweet for once, and mainly because by book 4, the entire series kinda melds together and I struggle with remembering what happened in which book. This is the one in the series that will make you cry, probably. IYKYK. And yet somehow, it’s the damn epilogue that makes me sob every time. N. R. Walker does epilogues so well. I think I just get so attached to these characters by the end of book 4 that the way the epilogue is set up hits me so fucking hard. It’s not supposed to be sad. Anyway; enough chatter. If you loved book 1-3, you’ll love this one as well. Very neat to get a book from Travis’ POV.
The thing about food poisoning is that at first you wish to not be sick, and then you wish for death.
I can see and remember by the highlights I made that the humor was dialed up in this one.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Established couple
Found family
Hurt/comfort
Cattle farmers
Aussie outback
American/Australian
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Death of a pet (traumatic, on page)
MC euthanizing pet (on page)
Explicit sexual content
Vomiting
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: No
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, single POV (Travis)
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile
Main characters’ age: 25 and 27 (maybe)
Pages: 332
“[…] The club was full of eighteen-year-olds with hair gel and jeans so tight you could see what religion they were.”
He laughed quietly. “No more religious jokes, please.” “Don’t tell me you’re offended. You don’t have a religious bone in your body,” I said. Then I laughed. “Do you want one?” Charlie laughed, louder this time and leaned his forehead on my shoulder. “That’s the worst joke you’ve ever told.”
“Did you get a background check on me when I applied?” Charlie smiled. “Yep. It said male, tall, blond, gives great head.” There was a dull clunk from the other end of the shed. It sounded like someone had hit their head on something metal. “Jesus, Charlie,” George called out. “Keep it PG-rated, would ya?” Well, Charlie just about died. I, on the other hand, laughed and laughed. And then I laughed some more. George appeared at the open walkway, smiling and rubbing the top of his head, and Charlie was a dozen shades of mortified. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said. “I thought we were alone.” “I’d reckon so,” George said, still smiling.
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“[…] You have a love as infinite as the horizon, and a heart of red dirt. […]”
Ait, let’s keep it short and sweet for once, and mainly because by book 4, the entire series kinda melds together and I struggle with remembering what happened in which book. This is the one in the series that will make you cry, probably. IYKYK. And yet somehow, it’s the damn epilogue that makes me sob every time. N. R. Walker does epilogues so well. I think I just get so attached to these characters by the end of book 4 that the way the epilogue is set up hits me so fucking hard. It’s not supposed to be sad. Anyway; enough chatter. If you loved book 1-3, you’ll love this one as well. Very neat to get a book from Travis’ POV.
The thing about food poisoning is that at first you wish to not be sick, and then you wish for death.
I can see and remember by the highlights I made that the humor was dialed up in this one.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Established couple
Found family
Hurt/comfort
Cattle farmers
Aussie outback
American/Australian
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Death of a pet (traumatic, on page)
MC euthanizing pet (on page)
Explicit sexual content
Vomiting
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: No
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, single POV (Travis)
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile
Main characters’ age: 25 and 27 (maybe)
Pages: 332
“[…] The club was full of eighteen-year-olds with hair gel and jeans so tight you could see what religion they were.”
He laughed quietly. “No more religious jokes, please.” “Don’t tell me you’re offended. You don’t have a religious bone in your body,” I said. Then I laughed. “Do you want one?” Charlie laughed, louder this time and leaned his forehead on my shoulder. “That’s the worst joke you’ve ever told.”
“Did you get a background check on me when I applied?” Charlie smiled. “Yep. It said male, tall, blond, gives great head.” There was a dull clunk from the other end of the shed. It sounded like someone had hit their head on something metal. “Jesus, Charlie,” George called out. “Keep it PG-rated, would ya?” Well, Charlie just about died. I, on the other hand, laughed and laughed. And then I laughed some more. George appeared at the open walkway, smiling and rubbing the top of his head, and Charlie was a dozen shades of mortified. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said. “I thought we were alone.” “I’d reckon so,” George said, still smiling.
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