Release Blast and Giveaway: Kiss Me That Way Cottonbloom #1 By: Laura Trentham

Posted on May 31, 2016 by Nadene @ Totally Addicted to Reading in Reviews / 0 Comments

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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. Theyโ€™re worlds apartโ€”but nothing can build a bridge like
loveโ€ฆ

Cade Fournette never had it easy Cottonbloom. He stuck around long enough to
raise his orphaned siblings and then hightailed it out Westโ€”and never looked
back. Even though heโ€™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 behindโ€ฆ
Monroe Kirby came from the wealthy side of town, but that didnโ€™t protect her
from her motherโ€™s drinkingโ€”or her motherโ€™s boyfriend. It was Cade who did that,
on a long-ago hot September night, before he disappearedโ€ฆalong with a piece of
her heart. Now Monroe is a physical therapist who can fight for herself, and
itโ€™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 passionโ€”or will the scars and secrets of the past divide them once
more?


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โ€œYou left Cottonbloom without telling me. Without saying good-bye. I want to know why.โ€ Monroe hadnโ€™t meant for the words to come out at all, much less with such vehemence.
โ€œIt was complicated.โ€ Cade broke eye contact. โ€œYou were a good kid in a bad situation.โ€
โ€œWerenโ€™t you a good kid in a bad situation?โ€
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 didnโ€™t retreat. His intensity spurred her heart rate into an erratic gallop, yet she wasnโ€™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.
โ€œI grew up fast and tough.โ€ His voice contained more than a hint of warning.
โ€œYou were nice to me,โ€ she said softly.
โ€œDonโ€™t fool yourself into thinking Iโ€™m nice. I wasnโ€™t then, and Iโ€™m sure as hell not now.โ€
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 didnโ€™t fight him. He dropped his face next to hers, his coarse beard hair caressing her cheek, his mouth close to her ear. โ€œIf I see something I want, I go after it and get it by any means necessary.โ€
โ€œHow very Machiavellian.โ€ 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?
โ€œOvid.โ€ 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. โ€œThe Greek philosopher Ovid, not Machiavelli, actually wrote: The end justifies the means.โ€
โ€œOvid. Of course.โ€ 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 heโ€™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 Sawyerโ€™s front door. Even then, she sat, unable to drive away for a long minute.
How could the simple brush of Cadeโ€™s finger ignite a fire when other men left her cold? As her arousal ebbed, she realized something else. Sheโ€™d just been manipulated by a master. He hadnโ€™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 Fournetteโ€™s return had spun her into chaos.
Don’t miss the next Cottonbloom romance 

coming June 2016

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 majorโ€”Chemical Engineeringโ€”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.

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