Series: Cottonbloom #1
Published by St. Martin's Paperbacks
Publication Date: May 31st 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Disclaimer: I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book. All opinions stated are solely mine.
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?
KISS ME THAT WAY is intense, sweet and appealing as only small town romance can be, with a complicated tangle of drama, emotions and secrets as well as characters that draw the reader into their journey but there is also a lot of humor to temper the emotional moments and I found myself laughing out loud at some of those funny moments.
Cade Fournette and Monroe Kirby forged a secret friendship the night he saved a thirteen year old girl from a terrible fate, a friendship that became more for her, but he left Cottonbloom as soon as he could without giving her a chance to tell him how she felt, not that it would have done any good. What did a rich little girl and a boy from the wrong side of the tracks have in common? The river that divided Cottonbloom in two and marked the boundary line between Mississippi and Louisiana also served as a line between the haves and the have nots.
Now Cade is back home after a long time away and the dormant emotions between them have returned, but Cade still struggles with his feelings of inadequacy and shame from the difficulties he went through trying to keep his siblings together after they lost their parents, never mind that he has become a very successful entrepreneur with the ability to buy and sell the small town that considered him white trash.
Cade and Monroe have to deal with disapproving old timers who still consider Cade a swamp rat and not good enough for a woman from the right side of town, but their biggest obstacle is Cade. Will he let the memories of the past destroy their present? Will he be able to resolve his personal conflict between the boy he was and the man he has become or will he let the prejudices of the past define who he is?
I really enjoyed this book and the growth the characters experienced. I especially liked Monroe because her past experiences shaped the woman she had become and drove many of her choices in life, in a good way. Cade was an emotional minefield with all those feelings roiling inside of him, but when it came to Monroe, he was very clearheaded and knew that she was worth fighting for.
While there are some tough issues dealt with in this book, there is a fun cast of secondary characters as well as lots of hilarious moments and honestly, anyone who grew up in a small town will find something to relate to in this story. KISS ME THIS WAY is a really great start to this series and I’m looking forward to what promises to be explosive follow-ups to it.
“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.