I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Coming Up Rose by LK Farlow
Series: Southern Roots #1
Published by Author Published on August 30, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Source: Enticing Journey
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Myla Rose McGraw may be twenty, single, and pregnant, but she's no damsel in distress. She doesn't need a man. After all, her Grams taught her a thing or two about making lemonade out of life's lemons.
Then she meets Cash Carson.
Reeling from a bad breakup, Cash has sworn off love. It led to nothing but pain and misery, and he’s determined to move forward alone.
Until a redheaded Southern beauty crashes into him. With her shopping cart. At the local Piggly Wiggly.
If love wasn't for him, why did his heart beat a little faster every time Myla Rose sent that sweet smile his way?
He was no knight, and she didn't need saving.
But damn if he didn't want to try anyway.
COMING UP ROSES is a sweet, Southern fairy tale—with a twist.
Coming Up Roses by LK Farlow Review
What a sweet debut for author, LK Farlow! Coming Up Roses was everything sweet, southern with a twist of sexy on the side. Settling into the story, I knew I was going to love main characters, Mayla Rose and Cash. They were both southern to the core and easy to connect with. The secondary characters were as refreshing and big ol’ glass of ice tea (Unsweetened for me please!). The story was sweet and just a bit sassy & sexy.
If you are looking for a sweet southern romance, then Coming Up Roses is the book for you!
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“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?