Mira Loma ~ A Novel

In the spring of 1877, Rolfe Honeywell is living a privileged but unhappy life in Boston. Observing him squander both his time and prospects, his stepmother stuns him with a glimpse into her past and her expectation that he visit her spirited ranching family in the hardscrabble New Mexico Territory.

A challenge accepted. A destiny altered.



“What do I know about the West? Or ranching?” Rolfe demanded of his stepmother, after patiently listening to her discuss wills and heirs. “I would make a silly ass out of myself!”
“Maybe,” Metta conceded with undisguised delight.
“Well, I have  never considered marrying and I simply cannot accept your offer,” Rolfe replied.
Metta’s softly curved brow belied her resolute tone of voice. “I do not recall giving you that option.”

Metta Maria – A woman with a closely guarded secret. She was sending her stepson on a fool’s errand. But if she knew Rolfe, he would not be deceived.
Rolfe Honeywell – Would learn a few lessons about the power of one’s convictions, and the blessings of a close-knit family denied him as a child.
Jed O’Donoughue – An honorable and contented man who admitted he was incapable of controlling two things—his bowels or his temper.
Riff O’Donoughue – Spurning a powerful hankering for a rival rancher’s daughter, he retreated to his predictable world that did not provoke him to question the staidness of his life.
Comfort Stiller – Enamored with Riff O’Donoughue since they were children. And she was determined to have him—despite their feuding families.
Lainie O’Donoughue – Two parts tomboy to one part half-grown woman. Hell bent on living life her way. A wild spirit to tame—a woman to win.
Cane Kaplow – As unpredictable as a funnel cloud. Was he the villain townspeople thought him to be? Or was he evading a sorrowful, troubled past?

The worst thing that happens to you
may be the best thing for you
if you don't let it get the best of you.

Will Rogers ~ Humorist and Social Commentator

Valerie L.
Pure and simple, this author is a craftsman of the written word
January 28, 2018

I don’t write book reviews. Heck, I hardly read fiction anymore. But, lo and behold, what should the Universe contrive? Design? Conspire? to put in front of me? A novel by R.L. Lee entitled “Mira Loma.” My Spanish is kinda rusty, so I went with “View from the Hill.”

And that’s what it’s like to read the prose of Lee. With laser beam insight into motive–that invisible mover of action which springs from the heart, no matter what one hears from the lips–viewing as if from afar but actually using a telephoto lens, she shines a keen eye on every scene, invisibly leading the reader forward while titillating his senses with exquisitely crafted details of sight, sound and smell, all the while dropping subtle hints and clues as to the tale unfolding and yet to unfold.

I wax on. Suffice to say, discriminating readers will delight in this work. A tale well told.