Leave The Night On: A Cottonbloom Novel

Leave The Night On: A Cottonbloom Novel

by Laura Trentham

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ISBN-13: 9781250130969
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/01/2017
Series: Cottonbloom , #5
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 350
Sales rank: 198,041
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

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.

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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Wyatt Abbott spun a wrench in his hand and whistled appreciatively. He wasn't sure what was prettier, the cherry-red Camaro convertible being inched into Abbott Brothers Garage and Restoration or the woman driving it.

Peeking over the top of her sunglasses, Sutton Mize was sitting tall, moving forward in a series of brake checks, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Ashy blond hair peeked out of a scarf and called to mind pictures of old school Hollywood actresses, but her red-checked, gingham dress was all Southern sophistication. From being around cars his entire life, he understood what counted was under the hood, but that didn't stop him from admiring a good paint job.

It had been years since he'd come face to face with her. Eighteen to be exact. Judge Mize, her daddy, was a car buff and had been a steady customer of the garage for more years than Wyatt had been alive. Back then, Sutton had been so pretty, he'd alternated between fighting his tied tongue and saying something stupid. Typical, but acutely embarrassing.

Even in as small a town as Cottonbloom, their paths hadn't crossed since. Not that unusual considering he was from the Louisiana side of the river, and she was from the Mississippi side. More separated them than just a body of water and a few miles.

She was probably nothing like the girl he remembered, sweet and a little shy but with a spark of spirit that had set him back on his heels.

His older brother, Mack, bumped his shoulder. "She's a beauty, isn't she?"

"She sure is," Wyatt whispered back. Sutton tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, the scarf falling back.

"Tarwater's car could be the key to breaking our restoration plans wide open."

Wyatt should have known Mack was referring to the car and not the woman. Mack was all business, all the time. Wyatt was pretty sure his brother hadn't gotten laid in that calendar year. Not that Wyatt was burning up the sheets around Cottonbloom, but at least he could appreciate a beautiful woman.

"What's Sutton Mize doing with Tarwater's car?" Wyatt asked.

"She wants us to rework the interior — new upholstery, instrument panel, the works. Wants it back to stock if we can manage it. An engagement present." Mack rolled his eyes to meet Wyatt's.

"I hadn't heard the happy news." Shock edged Wyatt's voice. Not that he personally knew Tarwater. Which was a good thing considering Andrew and his father made up Tarwater and Tarwater — lawyers who handled anything from personal injury lawsuits to criminal defense.

The Tarwaters were prominent citizens on the Mississippi side of Cottonbloom and rubbed shoulders with Sutton Mize's family both personally and professionally. A Tarwater-Mize wedding would be the social and political event of the year — hell, maybe even the decade.

Not that he would rate an invite. Wyatt glanced down at his grease-covered coveralls and shifted his feet farther apart. His social circle didn't align with theirs.

"I don't have to remind you how important it is that our work is impeccable." Mack clapped him on the shoulder.

Expenditures to update equipment had weighed heavily on the garage's finances the last three years. But committing to take the business in this new direction after their pop's death — from merely fixing cars to restoring them — had required major investment. Tarwater's car could get them a foothold across the river and even further north into Jackson, Mississippi. The challenge was drawing customers to their backwoods location.

"No pressure or anything." Wyatt laid the sarcasm on thick.

Mack ignored him and scrolled through his phone. "I've got invoices to get out, and Jackson is going to be tied up with the Pontiac. You can pull Willa if you need help."

Willa was the only non-family member who worked at the garage. She'd been working as a mechanic for them going on two years, and Wyatt still hadn't figured her out. He enjoyed her dry self-deprecating humor and skill under the hood, but she and Jackson had some Vulcan mind-meld in the garage. Watching them work was like watching a choreographed dance and he was loath to cut in.

"What about Ford?" Wyatt regretted the question before it was out. Saying Ford's name aloud was like Harry Potter speaking of Voldemort.

Ford was the eldest Abbott brother. He'd inherited a twenty-five-percent stake in the garage just like the rest of them. Problem was he didn't equate owning a stake to actually working for it. He was a decent mechanic, but whether he showed up any given day and at what time was anyone's guess. His business degree from LSU set him apart from the family or, more accurately, above them. In his own deluded little world, Ford was the only one qualified to run Abbott Brothers Garage and Restoration.

"If he drags his ass in, you can have him." The bitterness emanating from Mack was nothing new, but the last few months had seen the semi-contained mass spilling over more and more often into yelling matches between the two would-be leaders of the garage.

Wyatt's glance crossed with his twin brother Jackson's. Even from across the garage, Wyatt sensed the same worry he was feeling about the brewing trouble. What was the old adage? Never work with children, animals, or family? Sometimes his two older brothers acted like children and fought like animals, but they would be blood bound forever. It made for a sticky, tangled mess.

Mack walked off, his shoulders bowed up. Wyatt hoped Ford stayed away from the shop floor. Maybe he'd headed to New Orleans or Baton Rouge to schmooze vendors. That was the one thing Ford excelled at.

The ongoing family troubles had taken years to get knotted and wouldn't be resolved anytime soon. The sweet little Camaro, on the other hand, needed his attention now.

"This okay?" Sutton Mize called out, twisting in her seat to half face him.

He approached and propped a hand on the window frame. She was taken, and he was a professional, but that didn't stop his gaze from skating up her long legs to where her skirt had flipped up to reveal a toned thigh as she mashed the brake pedal.

"Perfect." He peeled his eyes off her leg before she could notice.

She threw the car in park. The diamond on her left hand sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the shop floor. Damn. Tarwater had definitely "put a ring on it." Sutton got out and came around the front to join him.

As she walked, she pulled her matching red-checked scarf to hang around her neck and ran fingers through her hair. The mass of waves tumbled around her shoulders, having lost its battle with the wind — pretty and wild. Her heels tapped on the concrete floor and her skirt swished above her knees. She was Southern femininity and grace.

And he was a grease monkey. A smart and talented grease monkey, who might have been called charming a time or two by the opposite sex, but a grease monkey nonetheless.

"I've been dealing mostly with your brother, Mr. Abbott." She raised her chin in Mack's direction and held out her hand. "I don't know if you remember me, but —"

"Sutton Mize. Of course, I remember you. I'm —"

"Wyatt. One of the twins." She glanced over at Jackson. "Yeah, I remember you too."

Wyatt transferred the wrench to his left hand, wiped his right across the front of his coveralls, and took her hand in a firm shake. "I'm the youngest by a minute, and Jackson never lets me forget it. But that's okay because I'm better looking." He tried on a charming smile, but it felt awkward, like he was twelve again.

"I've heard all sorts of stories about the two of you, Mr. Abbott." Usually that type of assessment was given as half curious, half teasing, but she said it like he might be hiding a communicable disease.

No telling what she'd heard about them. All the Abbott brothers been known to stir up a little trouble in their youth, but time and responsibility had matured them. Mostly.

"Mr. Abbott was our pop. Call me Wyatt. Otherwise everyone's liable to get confused. We have more Abbotts crawling around here than we know what to do with some days."

"I was sorry to hear about your father. He was a nice man. I remember he always had candy in the waiting room." Her smile was wistful and full of sympathy as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.

His stomach swooped like he'd crested a hill going too fast. He stuttered out a rote thanks. Her eyes. He'd forgotten about her eyes, or maybe he hadn't noticed them as a boy. Not blue or green or brown, but a kaleidoscope mixture of all the colors.

Giving himself a mental shake, he slapped on a smile and forced nonchalance. He needed to regain control of himself and the situation. "Now you've got me curious. What have you heard about me and my brothers?"

Although nerves tinged her laugh, a natural throaty quality both relaxed him and cranked up his awareness of her in ways that would have lightning striking him in church. "Nothing bad. Just about the racing. And stuff."

Jackson was the one who raced dirt tracks, even though Wyatt was often pegged as the risk taker. The "stuff" she referred to was probably the occasional hell they used to raise down at the Rivershack Tavern or at bonfires out in the marshes. Since their pop had died, Wyatt had lost his taste for mindless partying.

Interesting the way that rumors carried upriver. He'd assumed his family was beneath the notice of the upper echelon of Cottonbloom, Mississippi — unless they needed a trustworthy mechanic for their precious Beemers.

"Racing is Jackson's favorite pastime. I spend my free time knitting baby blankets and escorting elderly ladies across the street." He waggled his eyebrows.

Her laughter peeled through the garage, and multiple sets of eyes swiveled in their direction, making his coveralls feel like an oven. She clamped her lips together and twisted the engagement ring on her finger.

Childhood crush aside, the ring was a good reminder that she was off-limits. He pointed. "When did you get engaged?"

Her gaze shuttered. "Earlier this spring."

"When's the wedding?"

"Right before Christmas."

He nodded. The early August heat was cut by a breeze snaking through the open bay doors of the garage and the industrial-size fans. "Plenty of time then."

"Is it?" Her face took on a distant quality as if looking straight through the solid cement wall of the garage before she assembled a bright, brittle smile. "Daddy thought it would be nice to have the car done before our engagement party at the end of September. You can have it finished by then, right?"

Time to get down to business. Car business. He ran an assessing glace over the interior of the car. Instrument panel was an ugly, early computerized mod from the nineties. The dark brown leather upholstery was in decent shape but the wrong color. The carpeting would have to go too.

"Shouldn't be a problem as long as I can find parts. Do you want a stock panel or a replica?"

She shrugged. "Stock, I guess? Andrew insists on the best of everything."

"Might take me longer to acquire, but I can make it happen." He turned and propped a hip against the door. "We appreciate your business."

She gave a half shrug. "Don't thank me. My daddy's always loved your garage. He fancies himself a car buff, but ask him to change his oil and he's useless. And your brother Ford talked up the garage to Mr. Tarwater while they were playing golf at the country club. That cinched it."

Bitterness oozed out of old wounds. Wyatt's destiny was to molder away under exhausts and hoods. He couldn't compete with Ford's degree or the connections he was cultivating on golf courses around the south. And Wyatt couldn't blame anyone but himself.

The hammer of the air wrench from the other bay filled the ensuing silence, giving Wyatt a chance to paste a polite façade together. "We have everything we need. You got a ride outta here?"

"My best friend's picking me up at ten." She glanced around.

"It's only half past nine."

"Sorry. I thought the handoff would take longer, but you seem to know what you're doing."

"Hey, we're professionals." He held his hands up and grinned to take any sting out of the statement. Some people understood that restoring a car was a delicate, sometimes frustrating, recreation of the past. Other people thought all they did was change oil and rotate tires.

Her gaze shifted over his shoulder, and he turned to see what had caught her attention. Jackson molded a piece of chrome to replace the rusted one on the Firebird he was restoring. With a focused intensity, he ran his hands over the curve he'd created like an artist admiring his masterpiece.

"It must be satisfying," she said thoughtfully. "Improving things. Fixing them."

"Nothing like taking something that's been damaged or neglected and making it whole and beautiful again."

"Isn't it hard to let them go when you're done?" She transferred her unusual eyes to him.

"Sometimes, but like Tarwater's Camaro, the cars aren't mine. They're only being entrusted into my care for a short while. Once I'm finished, I'll move on to the next project, and it becomes my new favorite. A never-ending cycle."

Her hum was faintly sarcastic. "It has nothing to do with the money?"

"As I'm sure Mack has informed you, my love and devotion ain't cheap." He put a hand over his heart and winked. "But they are yours. For now."

"From what I've heard, I'm lucky to have your love and devotion even if it is temporary." Her sexy-sweet tease faded as her words hung between them. She shifted and fiddled with her hair. "I mean, the car is lucky. Not me."

The graceful play of her fingers at her neck was hypnotizing. She cleared her throat and took a step to the side. He needed to do something besides stare at her like an ignoramus. He reached inside the car and unlatched the glove compartment. The small space was crammed with papers, a couple drifting to the floorboard.

"You want to help me clean your fiancé's personal effects while you wait? I'll be ripping this whole panel out and the seats too."

Sutton twisted her ring and circled the car to the driver's seat. In Wyatt's opinion, the Camaro was designed with a woman in mind. The engine purred instead of growled. The lines were feminine. The cherry-red paint even matched her nails. Damn, she looked great behind the wheel.

"Are you going to be late for work?" He joined her, taking the passenger seat.

"Yes." She cocked her head to smile at him, her hair falling forward around her neck as she pulled papers from the glove box to her lap. "But, considering I own the place, it'll be okay."

"I didn't realize —" He stopped himself before his foot made it all the way into his mouth and down to his stomach. He'd thought of her only as a socialite. "I thought you were big in that women's group over the river."

"The Junior League? It's a volunteer gig, not a paying one. Honestly, it's hard to find the time these days. My one responsibility this year is organizing centerpieces for the League gala." The fundraiser was the biggest social event in Cottonbloom and benefitted various charities and programs on both sides of the river. It got a huge spread in the Cottonbloom Gazette every year. "My day job takes up most of my time. My sister and I own Abigail's Boutique off River Street."

"I can't say I've ever been inside."

"No reason to unless you're buying a present for a mother or girlfriend ..." The lilting question in her voice had him narrowing his eyes. Was she fishing? Before he could answer, she continued on with a husky laugh that drew an automatic smile to his face. "Or maybe unless you like to wear women's clothes."

"I find women's underwear too confining under my coveralls." He kept his face neutral. "I prefer to go au naturel."

Her laugh sputtered out, and her gaze brushed down his body, but faster than a hiccup, she turned her focus to the steering wheel, her left hand squeaking the leather, the flash of her ring a reminder of her status.

The flush of color in her cheeks didn't seem to be entirely from embarrassment. Or, more likely, his wishful imagination was seeing what it wanted and not what was there. It didn't matter. He didn't matter. He was some Joe Schmo from over the river that she barely remembered from when they were kids and would forget again as soon as she drove off.

The glove box held a few receipts for oil changes and several from restaurants up in Jackson and down in New Orleans. Wyatt's eyes widened at the price of some of the dinners. Andrew Tarwater thought nothing of dropping a couple hundred of dollars for dinner on a regular basis.


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Leave The Night On 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the men of Cottonbloom and especially Abot's Garage. Jackson is the more quiet brother who prefers his car to most everything. Willa Brown is the dumpy mechanic that is majorly talented and hiding not only under her ballcap but dangerous secrets. Willa has been in town and working for the Abot's for 2 years when Jackson fears she might take her talent elsewhere and decides to entice Willa into staying with a raise. But now that the thought is in Jackson's mind that Willa might leave he begins to actually see WIlla as a person- a female- and likes what he sees. Willa has harbored a crush on Jackson since she set eyes on him 2 years ago. Needing her job and liking the town she's in, WIlla keeps that crush quite along with many other secrets that threaten her. WIlla is a strong female and struggling desperately. I felt for her attempts at remaining strong and realizing it was okay to accept help- she was very stubborn. WIlla is afraid to get involved with anyone out of fear that her past will cause them danger, but Jackson isn't going to allow her to push him away. Sutton is determined as well to get WIlla to relax and trust others all the while showing her true beautiful self. I enjoyed the chemistry between WIlla and Jackson. Jackson is like a new person that someone flipped the ON switch to all because of WIlla. He struggles to get her to trust him and allow him to help her. He understands she has fear and is trying to get her trust in the same manner Willa is trying to get River's trust. The parallel of those two relationships was great. WIll Jackson be able to know down the walls Willa has put up or will Willa's past cause the irreparable harm. Can Jackson focus on Willa's problems when his flight brother Ford goes off the rails? The lead up to the next book in this series is exciting.
RomanticReadsandSuch More than 1 year ago
I’ve seen a few reviews where people have had a problem with Sutton – I think they feel like she didn’t put as much effort in or that she took advantage of Wyatt.  But relationships aren’t always even.  Sometimes you are having a bad time of it, like Sutton, and need the support.  Wyatt does a fantastic job of being there for her, even when it’s not easy for him, and helping her find her mojo. You get the feeling she’s never really had anyone push her or challenger her to be the person she wants to be.  Instead she’s just done the expected thing and floated through life.  With the discovery of being cheated on, not just by her fiancé but her best friend, things are turned upside down.  Luckily Wyatt is there to catch her and help her find her place.  He’s just hoping it will be by his side … Wyatt comfortable in his own skin and has a good idea of who he is.  It’s his family that has a bit of the drama going on.  Ever since his dad died things haven’t been easy for the brothers and it seems to be getting worse.  Having Sutton ask him to be her fake boyfriend, something that he wouldn’t mind making real, is a good diversion from the more difficult things at home. It’s those problems at home that you know will turn into some great future stories  :)  The closeness among Wyatt’s brothers (or at least most of the brothers) is heart-warming but also got me very curious about what things they are hiding from each other.  Trentham yet again creates an interesting group of people with a lot of potential. If you love small town charm, quirky characters, and touching love stories, Trentham's Cottonbloom series is a must read - she is definitely making a name for herself as a go-to author of southern contemporary romances.   While this is part of a bigger series, Leave the Night On is the start of a new subsection and can easily stand on its own so those that are new to this little divided town definitely have a great place to start.  And it means that you are all set to enjoy all the delicious goodness that the Abbott brothers are sure to bring!  (But don't blame me if you find yourself adding a whole lot of her backlist to your TBR pile  :) ) BTW, for those that worry about the apparent one-sidedness of their relationship, the epilogue does a good job of showing exactly how well Sutton gets Wyatt. *** I voluntarily read a Review Copy of this book. All opinions stated are solely my own and no one else’s. ***
Hershey07 More than 1 year ago
This is my second trip to Cottonbloom, and like the first time, I just loved my time there. With this trip, I got to know Sutton and Wyatt. Sutton has a boutique that caters to wealthy clients, and she is engaged to someone who shares her privileged background. She is a judge’s daughter, and her future husband is an attorney. Sutton is waiting in a garage having her fiance’s Camaro restored when she finds a lace thong under the seat. She knows exactly who it belongs to, and her world tilts on its side. To make matters worse, all this happens in front of the man who used to torture her as a child….Wyatt Abbott. Wyatt has had a crush on Sutton since they were kids. So, of course, when he sees her meltdown, he’s angry. He can’t imagine someone doing that to her. I fell in love with Wyatt right then and there when he goes into protective mode with her. He makes sure she is taken care of. When he drops her off at home, he thinks he won’t see her again. Despite his feelings for her, he knows she is way out of his league. However, Sutton, puts herself front and center in his life when she tells her fiancé that she has been involved and still is with Wyatt. Instead of balking at the idea, Wyatt goes right along with it, making it even more convincing with hot, searing kisses. What happens when their real feelings start becoming more evident? Can these two from completely different walks of life really find lasting happiness together? Wyatt and Sutton are a great couple together. They complete one another. Sutton has always been concerned about what others think of her, so she is always trying to please others, and she has been afraid to fully live her life and achieve her dreams. Wyatt teaches her to have fun, have confidence in herself, and to reach for those dreams. Sutton calms some of the restlessness that Wyatt feels and gets him to open up about his past. Their chemistry is sizzling. The sex scenes were not graphic, but Trentham used Wyatt and Sutton’s feelings for one another to make them just as sexy. They will leave you with butterflies in your stomach. Leave the Light on was the right combination of sexy and sweet. It was also very well-written, and I loved the addition of the secondary characters, especially Wyatt’s aunts and brothers. They really added to the story. In addition to Wyatt and Sutton’s romance was the backstory of Wyatt’s family. There are still some unanswered questions about his family that I’m sure will be answered in future books. I’m anxious to get his brothers’ stories, especially Ford’s. Ford wasn’t my favorite character at all, but I am curious to know his secrets. So, I bid Cottonbloom farewell again, and I will be looking forward to coming back again, hopefully really soon! ***Read and Reviewed for Devilishly Delicious Book Reviews***
TobiForgetHousework More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best series I've read in a while. Sutton and Wyatt are the most recent opposite side of the tracks couples in Cottonbloom. Sutton thinks she's boring after her jerk of an ex blames her for his cheating. She truly is secretly spunky and a bit rebellious. Wyatt is charming, sweet and determined to show Sutton that she's truly fascinating. He's been infatuated with her since they were children. Their connection is obvious even when Sutton thinks Wyatt doesn't like her at all. The elders are always the backbone of the story. They're the glue that keeps Cottonbloom together. If you enjoy a small town romance that is sexy and a story of true love I highly recommend Leave the Night On.
Bube987 More than 1 year ago
Sweet, emotional, sexy small town romance :)
Honolulubelle More than 1 year ago
Favorite Quotes: The advantage of being related to half the parish means that I have plenty of people to call on if I need help. Of course, the disadvantage is my dating pool is drastically smaller. Unless I aspire to become a redneck joke. Hyacinth could spout scripture from one side of her mouth while tippling moonshine with the other. The gossip about her and Wyatt had legs like a Louisiana jackrabbit. He might not be invited to the governor’s mansion anytime soon, but Hyacinth and Hazel had taken it upon themselves to domesticate them after a fashion. He knew enough not to fart in public or eat with his fingers. He tensed while the woman’s gaze traveled the length of his body down to his black boots, not in a sexual way but rather like she was sizing him like a female praying mantis before she devoured her mate. My Review: Despite this being book number four in the series, Leave The Night On was my first trip to Cottonbloom, and I could kick myself for my lax in awareness. I adored this charming and cleverly amusing story from beginning to end. The main characters were endearing, nuanced, and absolutely adorable as a couple despite their inauspicious beginning. Written from a dual POV, the storyline was engaging, humorous, easy to follow, and well-plotted. The main protagonists were a blue-collar mechanic named Wyatt from the “swamp rat” side of town and a Junior Leaguer Judge’s daughter named Sutton, who happened to have been Wyatt’s childhood crush. The morning she pulled into his garage lead to a comical discovery that was life altering although initially devastating for Sutton. I savored the comfortable and easy flow to the writing style as well as the quirky characters and their colorful phrases. I want to go backward and read all the previous installments as well as every book this talented wordsmith has and will ever produce. Laura Trentham has a new fangirl.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
I adore the quaint little town of Cottonbloom that Laura Trentham created and I'm so glad to be returning in this amazing new story. The town may have always been split not only by state lines and the river but also by social status. Times are changing though and sometimes the heart wants what it wants. Sutton Mize may not have spent a lot of time on the Mississippi side of Cottonbloom but after her personal quickly implodes, she can't seem to stay away from Wyatt Abbott. There's just something about the kind and funny auto mechanic that pulls at her heart but what would her friends and family think?? She's about to find out~ A fantastic small town romance that I recommend to everyone!
IreneC More than 1 year ago
4 stars Leave The Night On by Laura Trentham was a sweet, fun and heartwarming read. The writing was well done, the storyline kept me turning the pages and I enjoyed watching Sutton and Wyatt's relationship develop. Wyatt was a sweetheart, I loved his honesty, his big heart and how much of himself he gives to the people he loves and cares for. Sutton took a little longer for me to like, the more time I spent in her head the more she grew on me. By then end of the book I had no doubt these two were going to have a long and happy life together. Leave The Night On introduces us to the Abbott brothers and for me the brothers relationship added to my overall enjoyment. Each brother brings something to the book and I'm looking forward to watching them find their own happily ever after. In closing, Leave The Night On is a good addition to the Cottonbloom series, each book can be read as a standalone and I highly recommend them all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wyatt Abbott works with his brothers Mack, Jackson and Ford at the Abbott Brothers Garage and Restoration, a family business. All four brothers own 25 percent of the garage which is located in Cottonbloom. Today, Sutton Mize drives a red Camero convertible into the garage. Wyatt has not seen Sutton in 18 years when then used to go to school together. She is there to have the interior of the older car redone as an engagement present to her fiancé, Andrew Tarwater. He has been driving the car but it does need a makeover. Sutton and her sister own and run Abigail’s Boutique and Andrew is an attorney in town. Sutton is cleaning out the glove box of the car and checking for other personal items before leaving the car at the garage. Wyatt is helping her and they find receipts for dinners to expensive restaurants where she has not been with him and - lo and behold - under the seat they find a fancy and expensive thong that Sutton knows belongs to her best friend, Bree. Shocked, she accepts Wyatt’s offer to drive her home while Andrew’s deception sinks in. When Wyatt returns later to see how she is, they hatch a plan to make it appear that they have been having an affair to anger both Andrew and Bree. As Wyatt and Sutton continue seeing one another, they spark an attraction. Could this be the real thing for both of them? This is a clever story but somewhat predictable. However, if you like hometown, cozy love stories, this book is just for you. Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Who needs soap operas when the citizens of Cottonbloom are only a bookshelf away. Laura Trentham knows what her readers want. In my case, she reeled me in with her sweet tale of small town living and big city heartache. Leave the Night On gives readers something to talk about with a hint of scandal and a bushel of heart to guide the way. Sutton is my type of heroine. She's not afraid to rock the boat to prove she's nobody's victim. In this case I think she got more than she bargained for. She lost her heart, but gained something much more precious. Her self - respect and a love she never dreamed of. Wyatt and Sutton may be wrong for each other, but nevertheless, they make perfect sense. Sometimes a bad decision can end up leading to the right one.