Series: Brightwater #1
Published by Avon Source: Edelweiss
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Law Enforcement, New Adult, Romance, Small Town Romance
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A kiss is only the beginning...
Pinterest Perfect. Or so Annie Carson’s life appears on her popular blog. Reality is... messier. Especially when it lands her back in one-cow town, Brightwater, California, and back in the path of the gorgeous six-foot-four reason she left. Sawyer Kane may fill out those wranglers, but she won’t be distracted from her task. Annie just needs the summer to spruce up and sell her family’s farm so she and her young son can start a new life in the big city. Simple, easy, perfect.
Sawyer has always regretted letting the first girl he loved slip away. He won’t make the same mistake twice, but can he convince beautiful, wary Annie to trust her heart again when she’s been given every reason not to? And as a single kiss turns to so much more, can Annie give up her idea of perfect for a forever that’s blissfully real.
So I went into this thinking it was going to be a small town second chance romance, and I was right about the small town, but I don’t know if I would call it a second chance. Yes, the two did have history (the did grow up in the same town) but they never really had a relationship, so not really second chance for me. That being said, these two were super cute, so it didn’t bug me at all that I was a teeny bit wrong.
So I liked Annie okay, I mean she was a perfectly fine character, I just didn’t bond with her all that much. I think there were a couple of reason for that actually. Her life seems to be about two things, and only two thing. Being the perfect mom (her kid isn’t even allowed to have juice, and she watches him like only a helicopter mother could). And the other thing her life is about blogging, which I should identify with because I’m a book blogger after all, but she’s one of those perfect mommy bloggers who seem to be obsessed with making everything Pinterest perfect. Don’t get me wrong I love some of the stuff I pull off Pinterest, and go there at least once a day, but I have illusions of making everything come out perfectly like these mommy bloggers seem to do daily. She was so obsessed with appearances and making everyone believe she was strong and perfect brand new single mom then it was overwhelming to me, and more than that I think it kept Annie from having her own real identity.
Now Sawyer, Sawyer I liked a whole bunch. Of course he had that whole hot cop thing going for him, add in the whole I’m handy with tools and wear a cowboy hat and I am more than okay with admitting I find him to be a hot piece of man. I liked that he is a good guy, and that he got along pretty well with Annie’s son, and that he was patient with Annie. He’s just a good man in general. I also liked that he is a good brother and grandson, you can tell he has a real love for his family.
Speaking of family, Sawyer and Annie’s family, well they are in a bit of a feud. Or rather they used to be in a feud when the town first started, but now with Annie being the last person left in town (and only back in town to sell the farm) and Sawyer’s family sticking around, well it’s not much of a feud anymore, but there is still a lot of history. I really didn’t like how the town seems to treat Annie and her family, and I could see how it would make it hard for her growing up there and being worried about how her son would be able to handle. Sometimes small towns can have serious drawbacks.
All in all this was a very cute romance. There were some hot and heavy scenes, but in general this was just a very sweet and cute romance. The pacing was pretty quick and the writing was solid. If you like a cute small town romance then this might be the book for you.
He tilted back his Stetson, running his intense gaze over her face. “You haven’t changed much.”
The simple statement threatened to fell her. He had no idea everything was different. The dreamy, hopeful girl she’d been, the one he’d known all those years ago, had her atoms obliterated and her soft underbelly refashioned, armored with titanium plates. She didn’t run barefoot through meadows or jump blindly into rivers.
“Thanks for the repair job,” she said, stepping back, blinking rapidly. He’d fixed the coop, but no one could fix the cracks in her confidence and imploded self-esteem. She needed to do that—if only she knew how. Was there a Self-esteem for Dummies?
Then he moved. Close. Closer. Way too close. The old magnetic pull between them hadn’t lost any potency. The air charged. So much so that when he reached out, cradling her cheek, she expected a zap. “I missed you, Annie Girl.”
Her heart beat sideways at his use of the old nickname.
“I . . . ” missed you too. God. So much. “I have to go.” She took another step backward and then another. “And anyway, I’m not staying, at least not for long. My family’s decided it’s time to sell the farm.”
“Sell?” His body went rigid. “But this place has been in your family forever. All your history is here. How can you let it go to a stranger?”
Who was he to come around at an ungodly hour, in those tight faded jeans that showcased his . . . everything, touching her cheek, giving her unsolicited guidance? Her chest heated. Is that why he was here—being the good cop to Grandma Kane’s bad cop? “I appreciate your help with the coop, but let’s not pretend you’re giving impartial neighborly advice. Your family wants the property back. Trust me, I get the situation. I was raised with it, but we can get more for Five Diamonds than your grandmother could ever offer.”
He dropped his chin, leveling a penetrating stare. “That’s not what I meant, it’s not about the feud. You know I don’t care about any of that.”
She used to believe that, had once fooled herself into believing they were kindred spirits. “I don’t know anything about you anymore, Sawyer. Maybe I never did.”
She pivoted and strode toward the house, clenching the scotch bottle. Why did he come, force her to feel things better forgotten? She was almost at the stairs when a large, powerful hand closed on her upper arm, not a grip, but a gentle touch that halted her mid-step. Her heart pounded, her belly breaking into wild flutters.
Slowly, so slowly, she turned.
He held her gaze squarely, as if daring her to look away. “You know who I am,” he said.
She couldn’t reply, even if she knew what to say. She couldn’t blink or swallow or think. The only sound beside the wind came from their shallow breaths. She and Sawyer might be water under the bridge, but it looked like that water was churning, roiling whitewater.