Title: Coming Up Roses
Series: Southern Roots #1
Author: LK Farlow
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2017
Review:
Myla Rose and Cash are swoony. These two are both coming off horrible break ups. These two are swearing off the other gender. Myla Rose doesn't need a man to take care of this baby and Cash doesn't need a woman to be complete. When she has her confrontation with her baby daddy, she cracked me up with her confidence "If there's one thing my Grams has taught me, it's that from sh$t, flowers grow. So, ya'll can sit back and watch me f###ing blossom" She doesn't care that they look down on her, she needs to do what is best for this baby.
However upon meeting, they both cannot stop thinking of the other.
With mutual friends, they end up at a few different places at the same time. The chemistry grows until its combustible. I loved that Cash had a need to take care of her, but I also loved that Myla Rose didn't want it or feel like she needed it.
However upon meeting, they both cannot stop thinking of the other.
With mutual friends, they end up at a few different places at the same time. The chemistry grows until its combustible. I loved that Cash had a need to take care of her, but I also loved that Myla Rose didn't want it or feel like she needed it.
The author did a fabulous job getting us to the relationship, it wasn't hurried, it wasn't insta, and it certainly wasn't easy. Cash immediately though has a need to take care of her. He keeps questioning himself, why does he feel like he needs to be there to take care of simple chores that she can obviously handle? He just feels like he does. He wants to complete projects and help her with tasks. He wants to be her partner.
The writing was excellent, the story grabbed me and kept me until I was complete. I went from a dead kindle to a dead phone back to my kindle until I was finished. I wanted to know if they made it, would Cash let his heartache get in the way of what he was feeling.
She grasps my hand, and like an instant replay from dinner, her body slides down mine. The contact is somehow more intimate than it was earlier, making her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, only noticeable due to the moonlight peeking between the branches of the oak tree in her yard.
"Okay, Cash." Her voice is nothing more than a rasp.
We make it to the porch, and the inner battle begins. Is she expecting a kiss, or will she slap me for trying, what with how our last kiss ended? I war with myself a little longer before settling on a hug. A nice, safe hug.
"Well, goodnight then," she whispers, looking down as I start to pull away.
Is that disappointment I hear in her voice? Well, hell. I can’t have that.
Keeping my right arm around her waist, I bring my left hand to her cheek, placing my thumb just below her jaw. Using that position, I pull her closer to me.
"It was a good night indeed, Myla Rose," I murmur just before I press my lips to hers.
Her lips are soft, so damn soft, even more so than I remember. I nip at her bottom lip, causing her lips to part. I use that small opening to deepen the kiss, and Myla Rose digs her nails into the base of my neck.
Slipping my hand from her waist and down over the curve of her hip, I hike her dress up and settle it on the smooth bare skin just under her ass, pulling her closer—closer—closer. Trailing my fingertips across her cheek and through her hair, I tug on it just a little, just like I’d imagined doing at the start of our night.
Damn, she likes that. It's like I flipped a switch. She's no longer kissing me—she’s devouring me.
I hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The front door is the only thing keeping us upright. I press my hips into hers, showing her just how much I want her before pulling her hair again. She throws her head back, hitting it on the door with a loud thump.
That breaks the spell. She lowers her legs and untangles herself from me, and I step back, unsure of what comes next. Is she going to ask me in or send me on my way?
"Do . . . do you want to come in?" She looks up at me expectantly.
"Lead the way, darlin'," I rasp out—because really, is there any other response?
LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever After’s.
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