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KISS ME THAT WAY
Cottonbloom #1
Laura Trentham
Releasing May 31st, 2016
St. Martin's Paperbacks
A river divides Cottonbloom in two:
the upscale enclave on the Mississippi side and the rundown, rough and tumble
side in Louisiana. They’re worlds apart—but nothing can build a bridge like
love…
Cade Fournette never had it easy Cottonbloom. He stuck around long enough to
raise his orphaned siblings and then hightailed it out West—and never looked
back. Even though he’s made a success of himself in Seattle, Cade never lost
the toughness and the angry edge that helped him survive down South. His only
weak spot: the girl he left behind…
Monroe Kirby came from the wealthy side of town, but that didn’t protect her
from her mother’s drinking—or her mother’s boyfriend. It was Cade who did that,
on a long-ago hot September night, before he disappeared…along with a piece of
her heart. Now Monroe is a physical therapist who can fight for herself, and
it’s Cade who could use some conditioning when he makes an unexpected return
back home. Will he and Monroe pick up where they left off and finally explore
their mutual passion—or will the scars and secrets of the past divide them once
more?
the upscale enclave on the Mississippi side and the rundown, rough and tumble
side in Louisiana. They’re worlds apart—but nothing can build a bridge like
love…
Cade Fournette never had it easy Cottonbloom. He stuck around long enough to
raise his orphaned siblings and then hightailed it out West—and never looked
back. Even though he’s made a success of himself in Seattle, Cade never lost
the toughness and the angry edge that helped him survive down South. His only
weak spot: the girl he left behind…
Monroe Kirby came from the wealthy side of town, but that didn’t protect her
from her mother’s drinking—or her mother’s boyfriend. It was Cade who did that,
on a long-ago hot September night, before he disappeared…along with a piece of
her heart. Now Monroe is a physical therapist who can fight for herself, and
it’s Cade who could use some conditioning when he makes an unexpected return
back home. Will he and Monroe pick up where they left off and finally explore
their mutual passion—or will the scars and secrets of the past divide them once
more?
“You left Cottonbloom
without telling me. Without saying good-bye. I want to know why.”
Monroe hadn’t
meant for the words to come out at all, much less with such vehemence.
“It was
complicated.” Cade broke eye contact. “You were a good kid in a bad situation.”
“Weren’t you
a good kid in a bad situation?”
He shifted
toward her, bracing a hand on the dash and laying his other arm over the back
of her seat, invading her space. She didn’t retreat. His intensity spurred her
heart rate into an erratic gallop, yet she wasn’t intimidated. Perhaps it was
only echoes of the past, but he made her feel safe, even when he was the one
she should be scared of.
“I grew up
fast and tough.” His voice contained more than a hint of warning.
“You were
nice to me,” she said softly.
“Don’t fool
yourself into thinking I’m nice. I wasn’t then, and I’m sure as hell not now.”
He ran a
callused finger down her cheek, the rasp igniting her nerve endings like a
flint. His hand continued south and wrapped itself in her braid, the slight tug
on her scalp sending shivers through her body in spite of the sun bearing down
on the truck. Her nipples felt tight, and she hoped her tight sports tank
masked her sudden, inexplicable arousal.
He pulled her
braid, forcing her toward him. She didn’t fight him. He dropped his face next
to hers, his coarse beard hair caressing her cheek, his mouth close to her ear.
“If I see something I want, I go after it and get it by any means necessary.”
“How very
Machiavellian.” She tried a laugh, but it came out more like a stuttering sigh.
His scent hooked her even closer, and her lips grazed the outer rim of his ear.
He pulled
back, his green-eyed gaze roving her face. She returned the favor, noting the
faint brackets around his mouth, the crinkles at his eyes, the thick beard. A
full-grown man. Yet was he so different from the boy she remembered?
“Ovid.” The
movement of his lips jammed the cogs of her brain. The word made no sense. Her
confusion must have been obvious, because the mouth she stared at tipped up in
the corners, deepening the grooves. “The Greek philosopher Ovid, not
Machiavelli, actually wrote: The end justifies the means.”
“Ovid. Of
course.” Apparently, Monroe had slept through that philosophy class at Ole
Miss. The fact that high-school dropout Cade Fournette was quoting Ovid made
her wonder what other mysteries she might uncover if she went digging.
Just when she
was ready to grab a shovel, he released her braid and slipped away. His limp
was less pronounced as he took the stairs holding the cane parallel to the
ground. Although he’d physically released her, she felt bound to him in some
other fundamental way, incapable of tearing her eyes off him until he
disappeared behind Sawyer’s front door. Even then, she sat, unable to drive
away for a long minute.
How could the
simple brush of Cade’s finger ignite a fire when other men left her cold? As
her arousal ebbed, she realized something else. She’d just been manipulated by
a master. He hadn’t explained why he left.
She spent the
evening going through the motions of her life, eating when her stomach growled
and heading to bed when her eyes felt heavy. A few short hours ago, her life
had been tidy and predictable and boring. Cade Fournette’s return had spun her
into chaos.
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An award-winning
author, Laura Trentham was born and raised in a small town in
Tennessee. Although, she loved English and reading in high school, she was
convinced an English degree equated to starvation. She chose the next most
logical major—Chemical Engineering—and worked in a hard hat and steel toed
boots for several years.
author, Laura Trentham was born and raised in a small town in
Tennessee. Although, she loved English and reading in high school, she was
convinced an English degree equated to starvation. She chose the next most
logical major—Chemical Engineering—and worked in a hard hat and steel toed
boots for several years.
She
writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. The
first two books of her Falcon Football series were named Top Picks by RT Book
Reviews magazine. When not lost in a cozy Southern town or Regency England,
she's shuttling kids to soccer, helping with homework, and avoiding the Mt.
Everest-sized pile of laundry that is almost as large as the to-be-read pile of
books on her nightstand.
writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. The
first two books of her Falcon Football series were named Top Picks by RT Book
Reviews magazine. When not lost in a cozy Southern town or Regency England,
she's shuttling kids to soccer, helping with homework, and avoiding the Mt.
Everest-sized pile of laundry that is almost as large as the to-be-read pile of
books on her nightstand.
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