The Devil of Whiskey Row
I don’t think I have the words to say how much I adored Daddy Diggs. When I first started reading romances, I cut my teeth on westerns. So when I saw Renee Rose had a new book out, I thought, ‘Oh hey. Western. All right!’ I bought it, saved it in my queue for a truly crummy day when nothing else was going right and I’d want a pick-me-up. When I finally pulled this book out, I was not disappointed. The Devil of Whiskey Row was wonderful.
When a rival brothel goes up in flames, Jake doesn’t hesitate. He runs to join the fire brigade and when he realizes someone’s still in the blazing inferno, grabs a blanket and dashes inside. The best thing to happen to either of them, was rescuing Cora from that burning building. He even goes one step further, giving Cora a job at Daddy Diggs’s gambling hall, brothel and saloon, but from the moment Cora sets foot through the Devil’s door, neither one of them is destined to be the same.
The characters are richly developed. The story is solid and wonderful, gritty in the same way that the movie Unforgiven pulls no punches showing just how wild the Wild West likely was. And yet, woven in with all that grit are pockets of love and hope and healing for two people who couldn’t deserve it more.
Daddy Diggs hit all the right buttons for me. It was sweet in parts, sexy in others, down right hot where it ought to be and it didn’t let up until the very end. It was well-written, but like I said, this is a Renee Rose book and this author is very good at what she does. If you are looking for a spanking romance you can lose yourself in and think fondly of for days after, look no further than this novella.