New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt + 4.5 Star Review + Giveaway: Set the Night On Fire by Laura Trentham

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From award winning author Laura Trentham comes Set the Night on Fire, a novel about starting over, finding your way back home—and falling head over heels. . .

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Set the Night on Fire

Cottonbloom, Book 6

by Laura Trentham

Release Date:  July 31, 2018

Ella Boudreaux has a lot to prove to her family, friends, and foes—and to herself. So when her marriage ends she decides to invest her energy and money into a place that brings back some of Ella’s happiest memories: the Abbott brothers’ garage. Maybe, if she puts her mind to it, she can teach skeptical, stubborn Mack Abbott how to make the business a true success. Which would be a lot easier if the hunky mechanic didn’t make her motor run quite so fast…and hot.

Mack was furious when his brother, Ford, sold his share of the business. He’s in no rush to team up with a wealthy divorcée who shows up to the garage in stilettos—and the longest, sexiest legs he’s seen in forever. But Ella’s grit and determination won’t quit…and soon Mack can see that she’s been down a few rough roads herself. Neither Mack nor Ella can deny the fierce attraction that’s revving up between them. Could it be that true love has been in the backseat all along…and they’ve finally found the key?

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Excerpt:

“How the—” Mack caught the curse in his hand. “You’re not a mechanic, Ms. Boudreaux.”

“Call me Ella.” At his stony stare, she shrugged and continued. “You don’t need another mechanic. You have plenty of mechanics. What you need is someone to market you.”

“And you know enough about cars to do that?” His skepticism hit her like a kid pulling her pigtails behind the monkey bars. Annoying.

She shouldn’t rise to the bait. Unfortunately, her mouth was less mature than her mind, and she reeled off facts her brother had recited with pride.

“That Datsun 240Z you were under? It’s a seventy-three with a 2.4-liter straight-six and side-draft carburetors. It can hit sixty in 8.2 seconds with 151 horsepower. Top speed is a hundred twenty-five miles per hour. Not that anyone should be driving that fast on parish roads.”

He looked . . . stunned. She confined herself to a small self-satisfied smile. She had a feeling nothing much surprised Mack Abbott, or if it did, he made sure the world didn’t realize it.

“How did you . . . How do you know all that?”

“That’s not important. What is important is that I can help you.”

“We don’t need help.” He shook his head and re-chinked the breaks in his wall of grump.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, we don’t.” The playground-level annoyance continued with his childish denials.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, probably not helping to diffuse the situation.

“Name your price.”

“That’s not how this is going to work, Mack.”

“I say how things are run and done in this garage. Not you, Ms. Boudreaux.”

“I have a quarter stake and an equal voice.”

“Except, we handle things democratically around here and my brothers will have my back. Every. Single. Time.”

Dangit. He had her there. Pushing against Mack was like trying to move a mountain. She glanced at the twins. If she couldn’t move Mack, then she’d have to go around him. She wanted to stalk out and slam the door, but forced herself to mosey as if she wasn’t bothered at all by the situation or the man. He followed her to the door. She stopped with one foot out and one in. The breeze caught her hair, and she tossed her head to get it out of her eyes.

“You might vote me down, but at least give me a chance to be heard.”

“Name your price,” he repeated in a growly, grizzly voice that was meant to grind down her dissension.

Where she found the gumption she didn’t know, but she gave his cheek two pats and said, “You can’t afford me, tough guy.”

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4.5 Star

Tracey’s Review

I came late to the Cottonbloom series by author Laura Trentam, but quickly fell in love with these books. The small-town feel, the Southern vibe, and characters that are easily relatable make for enjoyable reading every time.

I’ve been waiting for Mack Abbott’s book, and Laura absolutely delivered with SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE. Although not the eldest Abbott brother, Mack has carried the weight of responsibility for his family, being the glue that kept them together after the loss of their father. All that Mack really wants is the happiness of his family and the success of their family business, and he’s willing to do just about anything to make that happen.

Hoping to make a new start, Ella Boudreaux came to Cottonbloom to escape the pain of her past. Buying into the Abbott brothers’ auto repair and restoration puts her at immediate odds with Mack. Not only does she need to prove herself as a savvy businesswoman, but sparks of a completely different nature are soon flying as well.

I really love seeing Mack and Ella work through the darker parts of their past, the mistrust and need for control, and open up to each other. Their chemistry is off-the-charts hot, but it’s not just physical. Their banter, their sparring, all of it works together to create one heck of a satisfyingly steamy read that manages to pull at the heartstrings at the same time.

SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE is an easy 4.5 stars for me, and maybe my favorite book in the series so far. And, while each of these books are standalones, I highly recommend reading them all, because they’re just that good. There’s still plenty of love to be discovered in Cottonbloom, and I will continue to visit as long as Laura is writing her stories.

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The first five (5) books in the Cottonbloom series!

Kiss Me That Way (Book 1)

Then He Kissed Me (Book 2)

Till I Kissed You (Book 3)

Leave the Night On (Book 4)

When the Stars Come Out (Book 5)

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Laura Trentham

Author Info:

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.

She writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. KISS ME THAT WAY, Cottonbloom Book 1, won the Stiletto Contest for Best Long Contemporary and finaled in the National Readers Choice Award. THEN HE KISSED ME, Cottonbloom Book 2, was named an Amazon Best Romance of 2016 and was a finalist for the National Excellence for Romance Fiction. TILL I KISSED YOU, Cottonbloom Book 3, is a finalist in the Maggie contest. LEAVE THE NIGHT ON, the latest Cottonbloom book, was named an iBooks Best Book of the Month and a Recommended Read from NPR.

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 big as the to-be-read pile of books on her nightstand.

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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt + Giveaway + 4-Star Review: When the Stars Come Out by Laura Trentham

When the Stars Come Out

A Cottonbloom Novel

By Laura Trentham

 

Cottonbloom. A beautiful, faraway place where a woman can escape her past—and find reason to stay forever in Laura Trentham’s When the Stars Come Out. . .

Willa Brown never planned to stay in Cottonbloom. She was on the way to somewhere else when she landed there and found work at the Abbot brothers’ garage. . .and a sense of comfort and safety that she had never known. The same holds true for Jackson Abbott himself. With one glance in her direction, he can make Willa’s heart melt. But what begins as an unrequited crush turns into something far more powerful than Willa could have ever imagined. . .

Jackson’s most meaningful relationship has always been with his car—and he’s not afraid to admit it. Still, he can’t help but become emotionally entangled with his new star mechanic Willa, who is definitely hiding some dark secrets of her own beneath the hood. Jackson desperately wants Willa to trust him, and to seek protection in his arms. But even as the two slowly surrender to their shared attraction, the danger lurking in Willa’s past remains a stubborn obstacle. Can she open up enough to give them both a chance at having real and lasting love?

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“I’ll have a pork plate and sweet tea to go.” Willa did a mental calculation for tax and pulled out two fives. More than she should spend, but her stomach vetoed any protest.

Now not only was she saving to fix her car, but she needed a cushion. If she had to move, money was a necessity. Any decent place required a deposit for rent. Not to mention utilities. And how long would it take her to find another job that didn’t require her Social Security number or real name? The thought made her stomach hurt from something other than hunger.

“Make that two for here, Rufus, and I’m buying.”

Willa spun around. Jackson Abbott’s chest filled her vision. The animallike noises her stomach was making must have drowned out his approach.

“Sure thing, Jackson.” Rufus favored them with a grin and turned to dole out barbeque, baked beans, and slaw.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling intensely vulnerable without her steel-toed work boots, coveralls, and ball cap. Her flip-flops, worn-out jeans with a rip at one knee, and a black T-shirt with the emblem of a band she’d never listened to were from the thrift shop down the street.

“You don’t have to pay.” When she found her voice, it was breathy.

“I want to.” His words were low and rumbly and sexy, and she resisted the urge to lay her cheek against his chest, desperate to have someone, anyone, to lean on, even for a moment. Obviously, hunger was impeding her mental faculties.

In the two years she’d lived in Cottonbloom, she’d never run into Jackson outside of the garage. Her forays to secretly watch him race didn’t count since he’d never noticed her. The only place she was a regular was at the library, because it offered free Internet and entertainment—two things she couldn’t afford to waste money on.

Her mental faculties slipped further away as she allowed her gaze to wander over his shoulders before rising. He’d showered, his damp hair darker than its usual rich brown, but hadn’t shaved, his stubble even more pronounced from the afternoon. The scent of soap and clean laundry was mouthwatering in a different way than the barbeque was. The butterflies in her stomach did a slow bump and grind. God, she was hungry for so many things.

 

Tracey’s Review

The fifth book in the Cottonbloom series by author Laura Trentham, WHEN THE STARS COME OUT is Jackson’s and Willa’s story. As a fan of series that cover the lives and relationships of members of a family, this one satisfied on every level, and made for a very enjoyable read.

The relationship between Willa and Jackson is layered, ease and camaraderie infused with an undercurrent of emotional tension. For two years, they’ve worked side by side, but only as the secrets of Willa’s past threaten to send her away from Cottonbloom do the two of them understand that there’s so much more between them than friendship. When the two of them finally acknowledge the spark between them, things get really interesting, and friendly co-workers become so much more.

Since I just started this series with the previous book, there is still some backstory for me to catch up on, but Laura writes each book as a standalone, so it is possible to read WHEN THE STARS COME OUT without having read the others. I find that I’m enjoying the story arc and the characters so much, though, that I’d like to go back and read the first books, as well as continue with Mack Abbott’s story, the upcoming SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE.

WHEN THE STARS COME OUT is an easy 4 stars for me, and one that I would readily recommend. Fans of contemporary romance, family sagas, of series with a Southern setting, and storylines that cross over between books, will enjoy the Cottonbloom series, and should add these books to their TBR.

 

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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.

She writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. KISS ME THAT WAY, Cottonbloom Book 1, won the Stiletto Contest for Best Long Contemporary and finaled in the National Readers Choice Award. THEN HE KISSED ME, Cottonbloom Book 2, was named an Amazon Best Romance of 2016 and was a finalist for the National Excellence for Romance Fiction. TILL I KISSED YOU, Cottonbloom Book 3, is a finalist in the Maggie contest. LEAVE THE NIGHT ON, the latest Cottonbloom book, was named an iBooks Best Book of the Month and a Recommended Read from NPR.

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 big as the to-be-read pile of books on her nightstand.

 

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New Release + Blog Tour + Giveaway: Leave the Night On by Laura Trentham

Love, betrayal, and sweet revenge—life in Cottonbloom is about to get a whole lot hotter . . .

Sutton Mize is known for lavishing attention on the customers who flock to her boutique on the wealthy side of her Mississippi town. So when she finds a lace thong in her fiancé’s classic cherry-red Camaro, she knows just who she sold it to: her own best friend. In an instant, Sutton’s whole world goes up in flames. . .

Wyatt Abbott has harbored a crush on Sutton since he was a young kid from the other side of the tracks. He witnessed Sutton’s shocking discovery in the Camaro at his family-owned garage—and it made him angry. What kind of man could take lovely, gorgeous Sutton for granted? But then Sutton comes up with an idea: Why not give her betrothed a taste of his own medicine and pretend that she’s got a lover of her own? Wyatt is more than happy to play the hot-and-heavy boyfriend. But what begins as a fictional affair soon develops into something more real, and more passionate, than either Sutton or Wyatt could have imagined. Could it be that true love has been waiting under the hood all along?

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Chapter Two Excerpt:

Sutton stared at the lace concoction. From La Perla’s fall collection. Fine Italian lace.
Ridiculously expensive for something so small. A special order with the addition of a small
embroidered heart to sit at the owner’s hipbone. Oh yes, she was acquainted with the
underwear but not intimately acquainted. She’d ordered them through Abigail’s Boutique, but
not for herself. She was too practical.
Wyatt Abbott shook them even closer to her face, obviously expecting her to take them.
The thought of touching the lace made her shrink against the driver’s door, and she fumbled for
the handle, finally finding it and yanking. The door opened and her momentum sent her to the
shop floor on her butt.
Her skirt bunched around her thighs, probably high enough for Wyatt Abbott to see her
simple cotton pink panties from Victoria’s Secret. The fact they weren’t white was the wildest
she got. She’d even waited for them to go on sale. With a bruised ego and bottom, she
scrambled up.
Wyatt hadn’t moved. His mouth was parted, still in a slight smile, the panties dangling
from his fingers. Instead of the roil of emotions gaining steam inside of her, she concentrated
on his hands. They were rough-looking and callused. The nails were short but lined with grease.
And they were big. They built things. Fixed things. Put things back together.
A darkness came over his face, clouding his earlier good-humor and giving him an edge
of danger she hadn’t sensed through his teasing. Instead of getting out of the car from the
door, he stood up on the passenger seat, stepped to the driver’s seat, and hopped next to her,
the black lace of her betrayal dangling in his hand.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
A jackhammering noise from the other bay filled the space so she didn’t have to. The
crazy thing was that she had sensed something wrong. Something had been wrong pretty much
since she and Andrew had gotten engaged.

She’d tried to put it down to nerves or how busy they both were with work. But the
truth was she’d been dragging her feet with the wedding preparations. Between the two of
them pulling away, the distance had grown until only an echo of what had drawn them
together remained.
The hum of a motor and the flash of sunlight on metal drew her attention to the open
bay door. Her best friend, Bree Randall, stepped out of her BMW coupe dressed in heels, grey
slacks, and a sleeveless silk shell, the pink contrasting beautifully with her dark brown hair and
ivory complexion. She was a lawyer for Cottonbloom, Mississippi’s city government and had
been Sutton’s best friend since first grade.
No way could Sutton smile and pretend everything was fine. She grabbed the front of
Wyatt’s coveralls and looked up at him. The boy she remembered had been too cool and a
borderline jerk, teasing her incessantly, almost to the point of tears. The man was still too cool,
yet something new lurked behind his ease. She hoped it was akin to kindness.
Bree drew closer. Stuck between a devil she knew and one she didn’t, Sutton took a
chance. Her voice was hoarse and begging and she didn’t care. “Get me out of here. Please.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he called out, “Yo, Jackson. Could you put the lady from
the Beemer in the waiting room? Tell her Miss Mize isn’t feeling well and stepped out back for
some fresh air.”
If his brother answered, she didn’t hear him. Wyatt put a strong, stabilizing arm around
her shoulders and guided her around various pieces of equipment and mechanical parts to a
door tucked away at the back of the shop floor. She stepped outside, closed her eyes, and took
a deep breath. The freshness of the air counteracted the bile rising in her throat.
Her knees wobbled as the stark reality of the situation and the fallout took shape in her
mind. She glanced at the man by her side. What was Wyatt Abbott thinking right now? Probably
that she was borderline psychotic.
A huge red barn sat behind the shop, and they passed from sun back into shadows. A
body-sized punching bag twirled from a high beam as they passed by. That explained why the

arm at her back was so solid. Her heels tapped on the wide-planked floor. The smell of
weathered wood was overlaid by something sweeter. Honeysuckle, maybe.
No hay was stored in the Abbott’s barn. Two tarp-covered cars, the bottom curves of
their tires the only part visible, formed a path to the back where a scratched up leather couch
and mini-fridge sat.
“Sorry it’s so dusty in here. We like to keep the doors open if the weather’s nice because
of the views and cross breeze.” He took a blue towel from his back pocket and wiped off a
section of the couch, leaving yellow streaks of pollen. Getting a little dirty was way down on her
list of worries and she plopped down, wrapping her arms around her stomach and leaning over
so her forehead nearly touched her knees.
“You want a Coke or tea or something?”
She raised her head enough to see his big hand holding out a bottle. He shifted back and
forth in his black work boots, the hem of his coveralls ombrèd black to grey with grease.
“It’s a little early for whiskey, but I’ve got that too if you’d rather.” He sounded so
worried and unsure, she straightened, took the Coke and pressed the cool plastic against her
cheeks and neck.
“You must think I’ve gone batty.” She rarely drank alcohol and never whiskey, but for a
moment she considered it as a viable option, even though it was still technically breakfast. It
was five o’clock somewhere, right?
“I think something really bad happened,” he said. “I’m not sure what, but I suspect it has
something to do with the restaurant receipts and the underwear.”
“Oh God. The receipts.” Her mind hadn’t even circled back around to those, but
everything notched into place like a puzzle whose missing piece turned up stuck on the bottom
of a shoe covered with chewed up old gum and bug guts.
His late nights working. Breaking dates at the last minute. His distraction. How long had
it been since they’d shared the same bed? Two months? Three? She’d put it down to the

natural progression of a committed relationship and the busyness of their lives, assuming things
would be better once they were living under the same roof.
“I’m a moron.” Tears crawled up her throat and choked off her feeble attempt of a
laugh.
She closed her eyes wishing she could teleport herself back under the covers. The
cushion sagged next to her, and she tipped towards him, her shoulder bumping his biceps. A
moment passed before his arm came around her shoulders, and they sank back into the couch
together.
She turned her face into the space between his neck and shoulder and took a deep
breath, desperately trying to get a handle on her out-of- control emotions. Pain was to be
expected, but the flashes of fierce fury took her by surprise.
Easygoing and nice and cheerful were bandied about when people passed compliments
her way. At least, she’d always taken them as compliments. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe all
those things were code words for weak and gullible.
Another breath. She concentrated on Wyatt’s warmth and scent. So different from the
expensive cologne Andrew wore. Wyatt smelled like pine trees and the garage. His dark, almost
black hair, tickled her nose. A tear slipped out and she wiped it away with the heel of her hand.
“You want me to go get your friend?” His chest vibrated against her, deep and rich.
Friend? She didn’t want to examine the other half of the betrayal. Worse than Andrew
cheating on her was who he’d been getting down and dirty with. Her best friend. No. A friend
wouldn’t sleep with her fiancé behind her back while helping her plan the wedding with an
enthusiasm that oftentimes exceed her own.
Sutton ransacked her brain for moments she could point to and say Aha! but none came
to mind. Bree had been supportive and helpful over the last few months. Lies. How many lies
had Sutton accepted as gospel truth? A few more tears escaped along with a ragged breath.

Wyatt made a humming sound that was distinctly uncomfortable, and he pulled away.
“Let me—”
She grabbed his coveralls. “No. Don’t you get it? That was her thong.”
He shifted to face her. “Is identifying underwear in a single glance your superpower?”
Despite her life crashing down, a shard of humor sliced through the shock, and her lips
twitched. “Expensive underwear. The heart on the panties matches her tattoo. A special order.”
“You fiancé and your best friend?”
Put like that, she felt even dumber. “My life has turned into a cliché.”
“It’s a cliché because of how often it happens. Nothing for you to be ashamed of. It’s
them that should feel like chickenshit.”
“You don’t understand how people like to talk.”
“I understand, alright. I just don’t care what people say.” The defiant edge in his voice
spoke of his own pain and sorrows, but right now she only had room for her own. He was quiet
for a moment. “You want me to get rid of her?”
Sutton sank back and took a swig of Coke, the burn bringing a different, more welcome,
sort of tear to her eyes. “I need to talk to her. Confront her.”
“Yeah, but not hurt and crying. You need to prepare. Get mad then get even.”
His advice made her sit up straighter. She’d been raised to smooth feathers, not ruffle
them. Her mother had taught her how a smile and pleasant word could diffuse most situations.
The lessons had contributed to her business success but hadn’t done her personal life any
favors. Another whip of red-hot fury flayed her heart.
“She’s my ride back over the river.” Her voice sounded even and strong, her anger a
mast to cling to amid the wreckage.
“I can be your ride.”

“But you have work to do.”
The look he cast her was full of disbelief. “You’re not going through with the restoration,
are you?”
The Camaro, the red harbinger of her ruin, had already slipped her mind. She didn’t
even like the stupid car. Her daddy and Tarwater senior had hatched this surprise over a round
of golf with Ford Abbott after she’d confessed she couldn’t think of anything to give Andrew as
an engagement present. Only when her daddy had anted up half the money had she agreed.
Their “go big or go home” mentality had seemed a ridiculous waste to her.
Dear Lord, her family. What would her daddy say? As a long-standing judge, he was sort
of a colleague of Andrew’s. She closed her eyes and rocked forward and back on the edge of
the couch.
“What if I’m overreacting?” If only this was a bad dream. Yet, did she really want that?
An undercurrent that felt vaguely like relief trickled through the anger and humiliation and
doubts.
“About which part, your fiancé cheating or who he was cheating with?” Wyatt stuck a
hand into his pocket, came out with the thong and tossed it on her lap.
She leapt up and brushed it off as if she were Miss Muffet and it was a venomous, hairy,
black spider. She kicked at it with the toe of her shoe. The red heart mocked her from the black
lace. Yet the little girl who’d shared her pimento cheese sandwich with Bree every day during
kindergarten wanted to be wrong.
She sank back down to the edge of the couch, feeling like she was shoring up the
situation with Scotch tape. “There could be a reasonable explanation. Like she and Andrew
went to lunch and for some reason she had them in her purse and they fell out. Maybe I’ve
jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. She appreciated the fact he wasn’t calling her on her BS excuses
even though his face was the definition of skeptical.

“You sure you don’t mind giving me a ride?” she asked.
“I’ll get rid of your friend and take you home. That should buy you some time to figure
things out. Confront her on your terms.”
Her initial impressions of Wyatt Abbott were from the viewpoint of a preteen girl. Back
then, she’d been self-conscious of her skinny arms and legs and flyaway hair, and whenever
she’d come to the garage with her daddy, Wyatt had made it his mission to tease her
mercilessly.
What was he now? On the surface, she’d label him a good old boy. Fun, flirty, simple.
Except, his gray eyes were anything but. Not flat like shale, but ready to spark a fire like a flint.
Raw emotions provided a sharp awareness. Her memories of him urged her to be cautious with
her trust, yet his jaw was set and his shoulders were rolled forward as if ready and willing to go
into battle.
“Why?” she finally whispered.
“Why what?”
“Why are you being so nice to me? You hated me as a kid.”
“Hated you?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and tipped his head enough to
shutter his intensity of his eyes. “I never hated you, in fact . . .” He shook his head.
“In fact what?”
“Not important. Simply put, unlike your fiancé and your friend, I’m not an asshole. If you
don’t need me—”
“No, I do need you.” She stood but misjudged how close he was. They weren’t touching,
but she could feel his heat and appreciate his strength. “I just . . .”
Wyatt Abbott was handsome, but even more potent than his looks was an intangible
confidence and ease with himself. The man probably talked a different woman out of her
panties every weekend. Would he cash in on her humiliation for a good story to tell brothers

and drinking buddies? Did it even matter? Whether it was him or someone else, rumors would
rush through the town like their river after a storm
Insecurities pinged between her head and heart, the message clear. Protect yourself.
But surely, she could at least trust him to get her home. “I would really appreciate a lift home.”
He chaffed her arms like a coach might comfort a little kid after a loss. “It’ll be okay. You
wait here while I handle your friend, okay?”
She nodded, and he strode back toward the garage. Highlighted in a shaft of sunlight, he
hesitated at the metal door they’d ducked through and glanced behind him. A zing of
warning—or premonition?—skittered down her spine.
Her life had been spun into chaos, yet in that moment, she felt connected to Wyatt in a
way that terrified her. Then he disappeared, and she waited to discover out if her trust had
once again been misplaced.

Copyright © 2017 by Laura Trentham and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

 

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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.

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. Then He Kissed Me, a Cottonbloom novel, was named as one of Amazon’s best romances of 2016. 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 big as the to-be-read pile of books on her nightstand.

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Release Blitz + Giveaway: Kiss Me That Way by Laura Trentham – Cottonbloom Series – Book 1

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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?

 
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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.
 
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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