life in Cottonbloom is about to get a whole lot hotter . . .
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?
ANGIE’S REVIEW: I seem to get myself in a pickle by choosing to read books for book tours only to find out that it’s somewhere in the middle of a series and I really should go back and read them all before the review one.
But I don’t.
I really don’t feel that I was missing anything other than what was up with Ford. I assume that he will be the lead male in an upcoming book and hopefully redeem himself.
I love a good fake relationship for whatever reason storyline. Ms. Trentham did a good job with bringing Wyatt and Sutton together; however, I feel that they could have explored their relationship more outside of jumping into bed with each other every chance they got.
This was enjoyable even if I found it a bit boring in parts. I plan on going back to read the series from the beginning shortly.
ANGIE’S RATING: ****
DISCLAIMER: I requested an advanced reader copy of this book so that I could participate in the Tasty Tours blog review tour. There was no expectation that I would leave any type of review. All opinions are my own.
Excerpt: Jackson grabbed Wyatt’s arm and forced him around. “You like her.”
“Everyone likes her. She’s nice.”
“I mean, you like like her. You have since we were kids—I’ve not forgotten how you walked around with cow eyes around her—and that kiss out front wasn’t pretend. You two nearly melted the asphalt.”
Jackson’s twin powers had veered sharply annoying. “I maybe, sort of like her. What’s wrong with that? She’s single; I’m single.”
“She’s been single for less than a week. She’s using you.”
“I’m using her too. In return for me squiring her around, she’s going to get her judge daddy to talk up the garage at the country club. Send some more projects our way to make up for the Camaro.”
“That kiss was all a selfless act for the garage?” Jackson’s sarcasm was not appreciated.
Wyatt had to look away from his brother’s gaze which prompted a muttered curse from Jackson.
“Do not fall for this woman, Wyatt. Whether she means to or not, she’s going to rip your heart into little pieces and feed it to the gators before she goes back to her old life.”
“We’re not getting serious. In fact, we agreed that after I take her to the gala, it’s over.”
Jackson didn’t look pleased with the news. He looked worried. “As long as you don’t delude yourself into thinking it’s anything more than that. She’ll be back with Tarwater or someone like him by Christmas.”
Because the thought had already burrowed into his chest, Wyatt’s reaction was knee-jerk and defensive. “Someone like him?”
“You know, sophisticated. Worldly. Rich. Well-connected. Well-groomed.”
“Eff you,” Wyatt shot back, but there was little heat to it.
Jackson was right. “I’ve been told I clean up real nice.”
Jackson’s smile revealed his dimples. A rare sight since their pop had died last year. “Doesn’t count if it’s from a female relative over the age of sixty.”