“Happy Trail was a feel good, funny and heartwarming adventure with the usual Daisy Prescott charm..”– T. Gephart, USA Today bestselling author
Happy Trail, an all-new opposites attract standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Daisy Prescott, is available now!
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Happy Trail was such a sweet and adorable read by Daisy Prescott. And believe it or not, this was my second read ever by Daisy and it was well overdue.
I loved sooo many elements of Olive and Jay’s story like the great outdoors, hiking, and punny bird jokes. My mister loves bird watching, so I was elated to share some of the jokes with him, he found them pheasantly amusing 😉 Cheesy, I know, whatever!
I gotta say that Olive was a bit tough for me to come around, I definitely wasn’t a huge fan of her in the beginning. But that all quickly changed as she continued solo-ing on the Appalachian Trail, which is is no easy feat! She changed sooo much by the end and I gained a new appreciation for her.
Ranger Jay, gotta love that man! A bit of a grumpy bear at first, but I loved his bit of quirkiness and his charm! I think it was insta-love for me!
With the few books that I’ve read for spin-offs in Penny Reid’s universe, they’ve been sweet and enjoyable reads. Happy Trail is more on the chill side of things and I didn’t mind one bit.
I’m definitely looking forward to the next book in the Park Ranger series.
major thank you to social butterfly pr for the complimentary copy in consideration for a review. this does not affect my opinion of the book or review.
“Can we drop the pretense of not being trapped on the wrong side of the fence with whatever bloodthirsty beast is making such a sound?” I squint into the distance, hoping narrowing my eyes will give me super strength vision.
It doesn’t. I step behind Ranger Daniels for protection.
“What are you doing?” He twists his neck to look down at me.
“Hiding. I believe you took an oath to protect and serve.”
“Pfft. You’re confusing me with a police officer. I’m here to engage, educate, and empower.” He moves so he’s beside me.
“You carry a gun, don’t you?”
“Sometimes. Do you see a holster now?”
I scan his hips and shake my head, allowing my eyes to linger on the tight fit of his uniform pants over his strong thighs and the thick belt at his narrow waist. Ranger Daniels is packing heat, but not of the pistol variety.
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
A distinct braying reaches my ears.
“Is that a donkey?” I tip my head.
“What would a donkey be doing up here? Makes no sense.”
“Ask him. Or her.” I point at the gray beast moving toward us. “I’m a city girl, but I’m pretty sure that’s an ass.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Jay removes his hat.
Maybe he plans to shoo away our attacker with it?
The gray form ambles toward us, letting out a loud bray and revealing large teeth.
“Should we be worried?” I’m standing behind Jay again.
“About a donkey? They’re mostly docile. He’s probably just curious.” Shifting his attention forward, he addresses our new friend. “Hey there. Where’d you come from?”
The donkey halts.
“See? He’s fine. Probably thinks we’re bringing treats.”
“And what will he do when he realizes we’re showing up to his house empty-handed?” I’m half mocking. In my world, not bringing a hostess gift is an unthinkable breach of etiquette. I have no idea about the social decorum for equines.
“Let’s go.” Jay encourages me forward with a sweep of his hat.
We take several steps and the donkey does the same without breaking eye contact, like we’re about to duel. There’s definitely a challenge, a mild threat in the eyes of our new foe.
“Should we slowly retreat to the fence?” I whisper at Jay’s back.
“Nah, we’re fine.”
“Maybe he’s a guard donkey.” I slide a glance over my shoulder toward safety. We’re a dozen or so yards away, but it isn’t too late to make a quick escape.
Jay’s eyes meet mine. “You know guard donkeys aren’t a thing.”
“I’m a stranger in a strange land—anything’s possible.” I wait until he faces forward to stick my tongue out at him.
He’s shaking his head and clearly not paying attention to me anymore as he stomps across the squishy field.
Left with no choice, I follow after him.
My boot slips in the mud, or donkey poop—it’s impossible to tell the difference. I squawk and flail my arms as I tumble forward in an awkward motion resembling the mating dance of an emu.
The donkey’s ears prick up before flattening against his head.
“Uh oh,” I murmur as I straighten up.
“It’s fine,” Jay says for the dozenth time.
Only he’s wrong.