Slow and Steady Rush: A Sweet Home Alabama Novel

Slow and Steady Rush: A Sweet Home Alabama Novel

by Laura Trentham

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ISBN-13: 9781466883949
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/10/2015
Series: Sweet Home Alabama , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 199,179
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

Laura Trentham is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance. She is a member of RWA, and has finaled multiple times in the Golden Heart competition. A chemical engineer by training and a lover of books by nature, she lives in South Carolina.

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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Slow and Steady Rush


By Laura Trentham

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Laura Trentham
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-8394-9


CHAPTER 1

Falcon, Alabama, July


"Abandon all hope ye who enter here," Darcy Wilde intoned with the city limits sign in sight. Tenacious kudzu vines wove up the metal poles and partly obscured the lettering. She gave it the finger. Childish? Yes, but infinitely satisfying.

Blue and white lights whirled from the shadow of the trees lining the two-lane road. She dropped her head to the seat back and eased to a stop on the shoulder. The leather seat squeaked against her legs, and an asphalt-seared breeze ruffled her hair. A car door slammed, prodding her heart and bottoming out her stomach. She stole a peek in her mirror. The cop sauntered up with the gait of a former athlete, his football-sized paunch protruding over the strap of his gun belt.

"Hot little ride, ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?" His words melded into a self-satisfied, over-confident drawl.

"Not a clue." She pasted on an innocent smile.

"Going a little fast, and did I see you shoot me the bird, ma'am?"

Her sigh wiped the smile away. Of course this was how her blazing reentry into Falcon would go. "Not you. The sign. How've you been, Rick?"

The man settled one hand on the door, one on the front window joint, and loomed over the open convertible roof. His shadow offered a smidgen of relief from the early afternoon sun. Mirrored sunglasses disguised the roam of his gaze, but by the tilt of his head, he was checking out her legs, exposed by well-worn cutoffs.

"Dar-cee Wilde. Well, I'll be. Where you been hiding? Atlanta?"

"Yep," she replied, popping the word between her lips.

His neck craned to inspect the small backseat. Bags that wouldn't fit in the convertible's toaster-sized trunk crammed every nook. "Planning to stay awhile, are you?"

She answered the obvious with a one-shouldered shrug. Rick had graduated a few years ahead of her, and had been the starting quarterback his senior year. But he hadn't been recruited to play college ball and stayed in Falcon, his once good looks marred by extra weight and dissatisfaction.

Rick didn't attempt gentlemanly eye contact, his gaze fixed somewhere south of Darcy's face. Lips pursed in a no-woman-can-resist-this smirk, he said, "How about we meet up for a drink tonight?"

His attention fired an embarrassed heat, and sweat trickled down her neck to her chest. Nothing, save being cuffed, could stop her hand from tugging the scooped-necked T-shirt north of her collarbone. "Are you going to write me a ticket or not?"

"I'll let you slide with a warning. Just this once. You in for that drink?"

"Thank you kindly, but no."

"Really?" Honest surprise drawled the word. "Another time, then. I'll be seeing you around, girl." He rapped her door with a fist before pointing his finger in either promise or threat and disappearing into a black-and-tan police car.

The cruiser slid onto the pot-holed road, spitting gravel and fishtailing like a peacock flashing its feathers. In contrast, she pulled out slow and sedate, even used her signal. The buzzards lazily circling overhead were the only ones to appreciate her conscientious effort.

One thing was certain. Word of her arrival would be around town by supper. A mile from the first traffic light, she turned onto a nearly invisible gravel road between a thick growth of trees. The car crawled through washed-out holes, jostling her side to side, until her grandmother's house came into sight around a tight bend. The closer she drew, the more her anxiety rose.

She had been raised in the house, for the most part. Occasionally her mother, cleaned up and ready to try again, would sweep into town and whisk her off to an apartment somewhere. Darcy was never there long enough to determine where she had landed. The tall buildings, endless sidewalks, and foreign smells made her imagine she'd rocketed to a different planet. Her only friends had resided in the books her grandmother pressed into her arms whenever she left.

Soon enough, her mother would dump her back in Falcon, full of apologies and excuses. Ada would give her hugs, some cookies and milk, and her life would resume as if the jaunts had been weird little vacations.

Darcy parked on the backside of an old metal shed in a small rectangle of shadow. She got out slowly and stretched, not quite ready to leave the safety of her car. The grass had been mowed recently, the clippings green and the wild onions pungent. Bugs, frogs, and the caw of a pair of crows having a conversation broke the silence, but nothing rustled the trees. Everything was static, waiting.

Leaving her bags, she rapped softly on the front door. No answer. Where was her cousin Logan? She let herself inside—the door never stayed locked—and called out softly, "Ada?"

No answer. She called out again, her voice rising, "Ada."

Her heart tapped a quickened rhythm, and she rushed down the hall, checking each room. She found her grandmother asleep on a portable hospital bed in the den. Darcy sighed with a relief that was short-lived.

A white sheet was tucked under Ada's arms, and her hands were crossed as if positioned by an undertaker. Veins and tendons stood in stark relief under thin, age-spotted skin. Ada looked ... old.

That spring, they had gone to a Braves game and had cleared the vegetable garden for planting. Work had gotten busy, and Darcy hadn't made it back to Falcon in a couple of months, but Ada had sounded like her strong and sassy self on the phone.

Her grandmother stirred. She brushed a hand through her fluffy, white hair and heaved a yawn. Her eyes fluttered. Seeing Darcy, she startled into the pillows before her lips curled into a welcoming smile.

"Darlin', you're here. Thank God. I've got to take a piss, and I refused to ask Logan to help me. He's off getting my pills filled." Ada's familiar sleep-dampened drawl made Darcy huff.

"What's your poison, bedpan or toilet?" Darcy forced a bright, unworried tone. Her grandmother's usually rosy cheeks lacked color and were drawn tight.

"As much as it pains me ... bedpan."

As Darcy helped Ada, they both ignored the stark reality of the situation.

"What did the muckity-mucks at Emory have to say?" Ada asked.

"They'll hold my job until the end of November. After that, it's fair game." At least two women were eyeing her job as head research librarian, and the thought of them jockeying for her position while she was on leave added to her already heightened anxiety.

"I know how much you love Atlanta and your job. I'm sorry about this." Ada waved a hand that seemed too heavy for her delicate wrist.

A lump of emotion turned in Darcy's stomach until she felt nauseous. She turned away to fold a fraying multicolored afghan blanket that had been around since her memories began. Sun and age had faded its once vibrant yarn.

"I kept my apartment, and we can see how things stand at Thanksgiving. I'm glad to be away from the bustle for a while," she finally replied. The little lie added to the lump in her stomach.

"I'll be up and chopping wood by the holidays."

"Last I checked you have central heat and air. Why on earth were you out chopping wood in July?"

"It keeps me in shape—"

"You broke both hips. You are eighty-five. Next time take a Jazzercise class. Don't go swinging an ax nearly as big as you are," Darcy said as she rubbed two fingers over the throb in her temple.

Ada settled her arms across her chest. "I refuse to prance around at the Senior Center with a bunch of old ladies. Anyway, I save a fortune during the winter with my stockpile."

Darcy shook her head and saved her breath.

Ada continued, "I'll have nursing help, and Logan got me a fancy new phone. I'll not expect you at my bedside all the time, you know. I plan to catch up on my reading."

"Wouldn't it be easier to move—just for a week or two—into the rehab center? I would be there every day." Darcy held her hands up to deflect Ada's glare.

"Easier for whom?"

"You wouldn't be stuck waiting for someone to help you go to the bathroom. Logan's busy doing whatever it is he does all day, and I'm not sure how best to help you. I'm a librarian, not a nurse," Darcy said.

"Speaking of, I hoped you might pop around to the library and see how they're managing without me. Those women will argue with an ear of corn. Nothing will get done."

Darcy wanted to steer them back on the topic of rehabilitation, not that a logical argument would help. Her grandmother had dug her heels in, and there would be no changing her mind.

"I'll swing by the library, but you know as well as I do no one can tell those ladies what to do."

Ada harrumphed and settled into her cocoon of pillows.

"Did Logan mow?" Darcy flicked the drapes open to the vegetable garden and the woods beyond.

"No, Dalt took care of it. Weeded the garden too. Such a nice boy. He checks in every day on his way home. He's after me to sell him the old Wilson home place—the land included."

Darcy chewed on her lip as she glanced from Ada to the tall pines in the backyard. She considered the land, Ada, and the town timeless. In her less charitable moods, she might say stagnant. But, always, undeniably, securely there.

Darcy's voice dropped with disbelief and dread. "Tell me you're not considering selling."

"I am indeed. That house has sat empty for too long. Anyway, I like him, and it's not as if you'll move back and need a place to live, right?" Ada's eyebrows arched.

Darcy couldn't lie again. She stared out the window and shrugged.

Ada said, "Anyway, he may not be staying long. Depends on how the football season goes. Those old farts at the American Legion will run him out of town with pitchforks if he doesn't turn the team around. The poor boy only got hired on after spring practices. They're asking for a goddang miracle."

"Have they offered up a sacrifice to Bear Bryant on the fifty-yard line yet?" Darcy asked dryly.

"Don't let Preacher Higgs hear you talk such nonsense." Ada wagged a finger in Darcy's direction, but laughter lurked. "Could you brew some tea, darlin'? I'm parched."

Darcy toed off her sneakers and padded into the kitchen, the wood planks cold on her bare feet. The house was old and smelled it. Not in a bad way, but in a lived-in, ingrained-in-the-walls kind of way.

As she waited for the water to boil, she worried over the new football coach. Considering Ada considered any male under fifty a 'boy,' Darcy pictured a fortysomething man with a comb over and spit cup wearing the standard coaching uniform—gray polyester shorts with lots of elastic.

Checking on Ada, mowing the yard, weeding the garden ... what did he want? Certainly not a supply of summer squash. Wildes had owned the land on this side of the river since before the Civil War. Surely, Ada wouldn't sell it to a stranger.

She plopped tea bags into the water to steep. The crunch of wheels on gravel drew her to the curtained window. A middle-aged woman in blue scrubs took several minutes to gather her gear and maneuver up the porch.

Backing an ample rear through the door without a knock, the woman said, "You must be Darcy. Ada told me you were coming home from the big city to help."

"Yes, it's—"

"I'm Evelyn, her nurse. I'll be here quite a lot so you'd best get used to me." The woman tittered a girlish laugh at odds with her moon-pie face.

"Nice to—"

"Your grandmother is quite the character around town. It's a shame what happened, but I'll get her back on her feet, never fear." She hauled her equipment toward the den on squeaky white nursing clogs.

An oration on all of the metal parts holding her grandmother's hips together, and the possible complications, had Darcy wiping damp palms down her shorts. "Infection," "blood clot," "stroke" ... the words stamped on her consciousness. Evelyn's voice buzzed like white noise. Unable to tolerate any more, Darcy backed toward the kitchen. "Is there anything you—"

"Not a thing. I'll be awhile changing sheets and such, and we have our exercises, don't we, Miss Ada? I'll leave my schedule, but I'll be available for extra afternoons and evenings if needed."

"That's great. I'll finish up the tea—"

"I'd love some tea. Light on the sugar, if you don't mind," Evelyn said.

"And then I'm going for a walk to the river," Darcy said in a rush of words. Ada's puppyish pleading eyes only hastened her escape to the kitchen to ice the tea.

The approach of squeaky shoes was as telling as a cat's bell, and Darcy darted outside as quick as a hunted sparrow. She didn't want to hear about the difficulties Ada faced, didn't want to work out a schedule, didn't want to make polite conversation. She needed time to process the changes. Barefoot, she sprinted into the woods. The soft pine needles underfoot and leafy branches overhead worked their usual magic, soothing her unrest.

CHAPTER 2

Robbie Dalton steered his black pick-up truck down the narrow washed-out lane. He'd have to talk Miss Ada into either laying more gravel or, better yet, paving the road. If he could convince her to sell him the farmhouse, he'd pay for it himself. A state forest, open fields, and the river enfolded the house. The absolute privacy appealed to him.

Honestly, he'd be doing the woman a favor. The house needed thousands of dollars in repairs and would require months of labor. But memories of past generations were steeped into the walls like a strong tea, flavoring the feel of the place. Robbie loved it. Miss Ada had told him to wait and see how the football season went, because if he couldn't coach the team to a winning record, he might not be around long enough to unpack.

Trees crowding over the narrow lane ended in a stark line, and the harsh Alabama sun blazed after the relatively cool shadows. Fields once farmed in cotton had been left fallow. Tall grasses, newly sprouted pines, and hardwoods encroached.

He slowly bumped by the old woman's house. The nurse's huge SUV sat out front. A shudder passed through his body at the thought of getting trapped into a conversation with Ms. Evelyn. He'd stop by later.

Avery barked softly, and Robbie put an arm around the dog, steadying him. For the most part, Avery had adapted to losing his front leg. He still loved to run and jump and play, but there were times he whined as if he missed it, licking and nipping at the stump.

The rutted lane wove close to the river. The truck windows were down and the radio off. After four tours in Afghanistan, Robbie craved the silence, needed to know bone-deep that mortars, the beat of helicopter blades, or the zing of bullets wouldn't break the serenity.

A sound broke through the silence. He killed the truck's engine, his senses heightened by a pulse of adrenaline. The noise cut to him again. Close to the river. Human or animal? Maybe a hunter or maybe one of the wild pigs that had been wreaking havoc in the river bottoms.

Grabbing his pistol from the glove box, he said, "You stay here, buddy."

Avery whined and hopped down the seat as if to follow.

"No, the bank's too steep. I'll be fine. Stay." He took the time to rub the Belgian Malinois behind the ears. Avery seemed to prefer Robbie never leave his line of sight.

Ingrained training had him crouching low and moving across the short open field as if a sniper had him in his sights. He squatted at the edge of the bank and parted low-hanging willow branches. Leaning forward, he hung onto a ropey, pliable limb, his fisted hand stripping a row of leaves. His heart nearly stopped but then galloped out of his chest to match his bulging eyes.

Holy shit. It was a naked woman. A fine, naked woman.

She stood hip deep in a slow-moving eddy with her back to him. Her face tilted to the sky, she shook wet hair and squeezed out the water. The feminine, graceful movements dried his mouth. Rivulets raced from her shoulders to the hollow of her lower back. Water bobbed around her ass, framing perfection. The beauty of the scene went beyond the erotic.

He was intruding on a private moment and needed to leave. He squeezed his eyes shut. Nothing but the whisper of the wind in the trees and the flow of the river filled the quiet.

He took a step back, cracking a dead branch under his boot, and froze. He'd be fired from the team if he were accused of voyeurism. Had she heard him? One eye opened and went straight to woman in the river. He tried his damnedest to look away, but hell, he was only human.

Another intruder captured his attention. The water lapping the far bank rippled. Wide body, flat head. He mouthed a curse. Cottonmouth. Big one, too. A bite might not kill her, but it would cause excruciating pain. The snake swam straight toward his fine, naked woman.

He stood, thumbed the safety, and cupped the gun in both hands. He had one shot to get the job done. Not the first time he'd been in that position. His finger caressed the trigger. The gun's report and the woman's scream trampled the seductive beauty of the scene.

The woman fell and stirred up enough silt to darken the usually clear water. Bits of snake floated down the river. "My God!" she repeated as a litany, giving the snake remnants wide berth.

Shallow, fast-moving water eddied around her shoulders and concealed her curves as she scrambled backward on her hands and feet. Dark hair streamed into her face. She brushed it aside only to have the water push it back in front of her eyes.

He couldn't let her panic and drown. Pushing willow branches aside, he called out, "You're welcome." He'd aimed for nonthreatening, but had landed closer to surly. Wincing, he rubbed his nape. Jesus, he was an idiot.


(Continues...)

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Slow and Steady Rush: A Sweet Home Alabama Novel 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
This was my first encounter with this authors work and I can tell you with complete certainty that it won't be my last! I am a sucker for stories that have anything to do with football, and this one DEFINITELY hit the mark. I was immediately pulled into the story, the chemistry between Darcy and Robbie is very evident from their first meeting and continues to sizzle throughout the entire book. The story line has a nice flow about it and captivated my attention, the characters are very well written and easy to connect to. I liked the small town atmosphere and the way the town really rallies around the football team. I can't wait to make a return visit and learn more about Logan in the second installment of the series! If you love stories that involve football, characters with explosive chemistry, with a small town twist this book is perfect for you! Highly recommend it!
CrystalMarie218 More than 1 year ago
Darcy has taken a sabbatical as a librarian and comes to Falcon to take care of her grandmother. She didn’t want to return to Falcon because of all the memories it brings up that she wanted to leave behind. When she meets the new football coach, Robbie, sparks fly. But he has his own baggage and isn’t looking for any kind of relationship. What happens when neither of them can deny what is between them? Can they put past hurts behind to be happy now? I was taken a bit by surprise at how much I liked the characters in this book. Darcy is a witty, sassy, warm and very loveable character with past hurts that I think anyone can understand. And Robbie was a complicated and sad character that I couldn’t help but fall for a little bit myself. His story is so sad and heart wrenching you just want to grab him up and give him a hug. I really felt for him and his past and admired the man he turned himself into. I can totally see why Darcy fell for him. Of course, this isn’t one of those tales where everything goes smoothly, but I didn’t find the plot and the drama to feel really forced or manufactured. I think it may have been just a smidgen predictable, but overall I really enjoyed it. It’s a much layered story with complicated characters that really make the entire story one you can’t help but get wrapped up in. 4 stars. Reviewed by Sara Squared for Crystal’s Many Reviewers *Copy provided for review*
RomanticReadsandSuch More than 1 year ago
I love these stories about little towns – the close-knit community and eccentric personalities just make for fun reading. And with Trentham’s Slow and Steady Rush I’m absolutely thrilled that this is the start of a new series because I absolutely cannot get enough of Falcon, Alabama. Darcy’s struggles with coming home don’t play nearly as big a part as Dalt’s problems. I can totally see why she felt she needed to get out of the small town she grew up in … and how it changes with an adult perspective. Robbie, on the other hand, has never had anywhere that felt like home. But now that he’s making a place for himself in Falcon, he may actually be able to settle in. The scars he carries on the inside are awfully big, though, and he’ll have to learn how to let go to fully embrace the chances that life are throwing his way. It’s a difficult journey for him, and he fights it every step of the way, but that makes it all the more satisfying when we get to the HEA. It’s an emotional battle between these two, with each other and themselves. I can admit that Trentham brought me to tears a time or two but she also brought a big ol’ smile to my face. I call that a fantastic read – one that makes me cry, smile, laugh and sigh and enjoy every single darn minute of it. I absolutely can’t wait to see what she has in store for the rest of the guys because if it is anything like this one, they’ll be whoppers.(Complimentary copy provided in exchange for an honest review)
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
In this sexy small town romance, Darcy comes home to take care of her ailing grandmother, only to find out that the town's new football coach who happens to be an ex-army teammate of her brother Logan is interested in her grandmother's land. There are some antagonistic sparks at first but they soon morph into an attraction that neither can deny. But Darcy's not there for the long haul - will Robbie and the town change her mind and convince her to stay? I thought the title was definitely apt as it seemed like the first half of the book was a slow start to Darcy and Robbie's romance. Lots of push and pull, hot and cold between them, neither wanting to admit to the attraction beneath the surface. There were a lot of plots going on too - a small town's issues with homosexuality, a locally revered football team desperate for a turnaround, and childhood issues for both Darcy and Robbie to deal with. At the same time, by mid way through the story I was quite invested in their tale and even though it took a while, Robbie grew on me as the hero of the story. He's got plenty of issues to deal with, both from childhood and his years in the army and this makes him a closed off individual emotionally, a shell that Darcy has a hard time breaking through. But eventually she does and even though Robbie still makes some questionable decisions, their sexual chemistry is definitely there and the love scenes between them are well written and emotional. I liked the real feeling of this town and it's people - the good and the bad. The characters felt very human. Overall, once I got over the slow start I really enjoyed this story. I'm looking forward to more in the series. 4 stars.
Shanrock19 More than 1 year ago
I loved it! This book is complete, it's more than just your average romance story, this story had lots of heart, and it's nice to read something based on more than just sex. Although the sex scenes were very well written, and the build up to the main characters love was excellent. The main characters were both wonderful, and they didn't feel like stock characters; they had some soul to them, and their chemistry was off the charts. I love the whole small town aspect, and I love a southern setting in books and I wasn't disappointed while I was reading this; I love that southern charm with a pinch of sass. The side characters are wonderful additions, and I look forward to reading the next book in the series about Logan. This book has heart and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
When Darcy Wilde left her grandma’s loving home to strike out on her own, she thought she was finished with small towns and small minds. When grandma needed her help, due to an accident, Darcy drops everything, takes time off work, packs a couple of suitcases and comes back to Falcon, temporarily, only. Little did she know she would meet the new high school football coach, become the biggest town gossip of all, spreading an untrue rumor about him and have to atone for her sins. Even more shocking, she finds she likes her “punishment,” maybe just a little too much. Robbie Dalton has lived through a world of hurt, pain and loss. Falcon was to be his starting point for a new life and hope for a better future. He did not expect Darcy to turn his head and put his heart in a vice. Her sharp and biting tongue often moves faster than her brain, and her stay is temporary, right? That is what they agreed on, but someone forgot to check with their hearts. Will the hot football coach score the final touchdown with Darcy or will his words trip him up at the ten yard line? Slow and Steady Rush by Laura Trentham is a delightfully sweet, slightly spicy romance between two people who never thought they could find a place to fit in. Ms. Trentham has scored huge in her world building by capturing the essence of a small town filled with quirky, nasty and endearing residents. The familiar high school football pride runs deep and very true to life! She strikes just the right amount of tension, humor and heartache without being angsty and dark as she leads through another day in the life of average America. From page one, this light romance kept me following willingly along, sometimes smirking, sometimes, shuddering, but always rooting for the “home” team!
ArizonaJo More than 1 year ago
Slow and Steady Rush by Laura Trentham is her debut novel and was an enjoyable read. Darcy Wilde was raised by her grandmother, Ada, in Falcon when her mother abandoned her. She did everything she could to live down her mother's reputation but never felt accepted in Falcon. She is now a librarian in Atlanta and content to live there far away from Falcon. Then her cousin, Luke, calls to tell her that Ada has fallen and needs her help. Her beloved grandmother was there for her now it's Darcy's turn to do the same for her grandmother. Robbie Dalton is the new football coach of the local high school. He was brought up in the foster care system before going into the Army. He carries a lot of scars from his childhood and has some PTSD from his Army service. He was friends with Luke while in the Army and that friendship brought him to Falcon. Darcy and Robbie are both strong and engaging characters who needed to learn to trust one another. There was humorous dialogue which I enjoyed. Luke is a great supporting character. I enjoyed the scenes with him and Darcy because they showed so clearly how deep their connection was to each other. All of the secondary characters were well developed and helped to move the story along. Laura did a great job creating the small town of Falcon and I would enjoy visiting there again some time. This was a good book with well developed characters. I was provided an ARC of this book by St Martin Press through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
livzletlivz More than 1 year ago
As a reader (and reviewer), a good book for me is the one that pulls at my heartstrings, makes me shed a few tears, makes my heart heavy with the pain of the protagonists, pulls my lips into smiles and laughter at their wit and gives me goose bumps as I become a part of their passionate love story to a future. And as reader it is very rare for me to get captivated by a new author on my list, yet Laura Trentham does the very same with her “Slow And Steady Rush” (Falcon Football Series). Darcy Wilde takes a sabbatical as a librarian, and comes home to Falcon to take care of her injured grandmother Ada. Independent and confident, witty and sassy, lovable and warm, coming back to Falcon brings back memories of a past that she desperately wants to forget; a past that puts her wayward mother out of her site and the turmoil that motivated her to become the successful woman of the present…. and right into the path of the new coach Robbie Dalton. Making Falcon as a safe haven was important to Coach Dalton as making sure the young students of his football team stay out of trouble. Bounced around in foster care and making a life out of an abused childhood is something that puts Robbie on the edge and skeptical of forming relationships. Being an ex-ranger has channeled his anger into protecting his country, but being an orphan and the thirst for being loved by someone seems to be unquenchable. But Darcy Wilde puts wild thoughts into his brain, and crack opens that heart he’s been guarding with his life. And what starts off as a fling, Darcy ends up losing her heart to the bruised Coach. Both Darcy and Robbie have plenty of pain and hurt to get past before they can make a future. Laura Trentham, slowly but very steadily pulls her readers into this brilliant story of family and love, passion and lust, support and friendship. She’s done a fine job of making Darcy and Robbie as two individuals so right for each other. Supporting cast is amazing and she leaves no stone unturned to makes us shed a tear or two for the unconditional love that runs in the family and for the family and childhood lost. A definite five star read for me and am looking forward to Logan finding his own happily ever after. Received an ARC from St. Martins Press via NetGalley for an honest review.
bouncyberthaCR More than 1 year ago
4 - Let the past stay there and believe in love. Stars! Laura Trentham has added herself to one auto-buy list with Slow and Steady Rush. This book offered me everything that I want in a romance novel, and it also offered an extremely strong beginning to the Falcon Football Series. ”Still waters and all that.” I started this book with minimal expectations, being that it is from a new author offering up a new series, but after reading the synopsis I was hopeful of a good read. Laura more than exceeded my expectations, she blew them away. I devoured Darcy and Robbie’s story; it had everything, laughter, tears, great development on the town of Falcon, Alabama and its residents in general, as well as the gradual building of this couples relationship in that setting. One is a returning resident, one a newcomer, and both have a lot to prove, to the town and too themselves. ”I’ve ridden way bigger studs than you, Coach Dalton.” There is so much going on in this book, Robbie is dealing with the expectations of starting as the local schools new football coach, the team has been on the skids for a long time so the pressure to provide a few wins and motivate his boys and the town in general is huge, not everyone is happy that an ‘outsider’ has been given such a plum role and more than a few obstacles are thrown in his path. Darcy has returned to Falcon, on sabbatical to care for her ailing grandmother Ada, who basically raised her and her cousin Logan, subject to the towns disdain and being the center of family gossip in the past, she is looking to get in, get her Gran back on track and get back to the city again. I loved Miss Ada her sass as well as her perky personality in general were a really great addition to the story, she wasn’t secondary for me and actually played quite a pivotal role in the scheme of things. I also loved the dynamic between the two of them, what initially starts out as reluctance to stay soon morphs into something else as Darcy starts to get more involved with the town, the library and Robbie with Ada’s encouragement, and a little meddling thrown in for good measure. This book oozes potential, the writing highlights a massive talent, the story and the characters offer a strong, emotive, sexy, and hugely entertaining beginning to a series that I have extremely high hopes for. Logan Wilde is up next, I think he is going to be another guy with more under the surface than you initially expect, and I cannot wait for Caught Up In Touch (due July 2015) to get to know him a whole lot better. ARC generously provided via Netgalley, and it was my pleasure to provide the above honest review.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
I have never read a book by Laura Trentham before. Had never even heard of any previous books by this author. That all changed when I was invited to read a copy of her book Slow and Steady Rush. I was quite impressed. Ms. Trentham wove a story of two outsiders -each with emotional scars searching for a place they belong. I enjoyed the story and would most definitely recommend this book.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
What a great read! This is my first from this author and I can't wait for more from her. The story had a nice steady pace and I loved the characters! Robbie is a man of integrity and values and Darcy is a woman who is just a little lost. She left Falcon years ago to get away from the gossip and pity but she quickly discovers the little town is really the only place she has ever felt loved. It's a great small town romance and I will be looking for the next one. I highly recommend this one.