It’s summertime in Cottonbloom, where two lovers find themselves at a crossroads just as things start to heat up. . .
Regan Lovell grew up on the wealthy Mississippi side of Cottonbloomand now, as mayor, she’s determined to save it from the fate of so many small towns. Part of her plan to help the local economy is the Labor Day tomato festival. If only she wasn’t being undermined by Sawyer Fournette, who’s planning a crayfish-themed celebration on the Louisiana side of the river on the very same weekend. The pranks and sabotage are getting out of hand, and she’s had it with himno matter how much she enjoyed those stolen hours in his truck bed, so many years ago…
Sawyer knows that Regan's never forgiven him for breaking her heartbut despite his reputation as a low-class swamp rat, he’d never hurt the woman who still secretly drives him crazy with desire. Someone in Cottonbloom has it out for her, though, and Sawyer intends to watch her back…and the rest of her too, if she can ever let go of her distrust. But will a common enemy be enough to unite themand finally fulfill the promises they made one passionate night under the stars?
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Till I Kissed You
By Laura Trentham
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Regan Lovell ran her hands up the shifting muscles of her lover's back, lost in a state of wonder. The rhythm of his thrusts progressed from slow and steady to wild and erratic. It didn't take long. He moaned softly in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers through her body.
It was done. She'd lost her virginity to Sawyer Fournette.
While it hadn't been the out-of-body experience the romance novels she'd read in preparation would have her believe, it had been magical in its own way. She clasped her knees around his hips and wrapped him tight in her arms, his body sagging over hers, his breathing ragged.
Her mother would be horrified she'd given up her virginity at all, much less at eighteen, before she could use it to barter for a doctor or a lawyer at Ole Miss. She expected Regan to get an MRS degree, just as she had done thirty-odd years before.
But what would send her mother into an early grave was who she'd lost her virginity to. Her mother deemed Sawyer a Louisiana swamp rat and considered Regan's fascination with him a phase. A means to rebel against her parents and their expectations, and that's all.
What her parents didn't know, or couldn't accept, was that Regan had dreams and ambitions and a heart of her own. It wasn't a phase or a rebellion; it was love.
He stirred against her, his sparse chest hair tickling her breasts. She crossed her ankles around his backside, holding him inside of her. "I love you, Sawyer."
He pushed up on his elbows. "I love you too, Regan."
"And ever." The humor and love in his voice were honestly more satisfying than the sex had been.
"Even after I eat too much barbeque and get fat and my hair turns gray and I lose my marbles like Nana Rosemary?"
"Even so." He kissed the tip of her nose, and she smiled at their game.
Other more immediate questions clawed at her chest. Will you love me after we go our separate ways for college? Will you love me even though prettier girls will try to lure you away? Will you wait for me?
He wiggled his hips free and dropped to her side in the bed of his brother's old pickup truck. She looked down her body, but everything was the same, not that she really expected this final crossover into womanhood to leave a visible mark. She was irrevocably changed but not in a way her mother or her friends could pinpoint.
Now that the sexual haze was clearing, she became acutely aware of her nakedness. Subtle rustling while he disposed of the condom had her biting her lip and reaching for the edge of the threadbare quilt as cover. Was there a bloodstain like she'd read about in books?
Cooling air wafted over her. Through the arms of the pines, twilight cast shadows that shifted with the breeze. The river was close enough to serenade them with bullfrog croaks but far enough to avoid the worst of the bugs.
Citronella candles burned on the tailgate, keeping the mosquitoes away. She closed her eyes. The scent of the candles mixed with the pines and Sawyer to form an intoxicating blend she'd never forget.
Sawyer stripped the corner of the quilt away and blanketed her with his body. His expression was a mystery. He alternated between a too-mature seriousness and a boyish playfulness, leaving her unbalanced.
His everyday life was far removed from the plush elegance of hers across the river in Mississippi. But that's one reason he drew her. He was different, exciting, and had more depth than all the boys in her school combined.
There was more to him than sports and parties. With him, she wasn't afraid to talk about things that interested her — not cheerleading and beauty pageants, but world events and politics. He didn't laugh when she laid out her dreams even though she wasn't yet out of high school.
He believed in her.
"Did I hurt you?" He brushed her hair back from her forehead.
"A little. You were bigger than I expected."
His laughter made her smile. It always did. "That was the perfect compliment."
"Was it? Well, it's the truth. Not that I have any basis for comparison, but I'm sure yours is the best." His chest rumbled against hers, the vibrations electrifying her toes and fingertips. "Was I ... okay?"
"Ah, baby, you are everything I've dreamed about and more." His lips tickled her ear, but she needed to see his eyes. See the truth or lie. She cupped his cheeks and forced his face up.
Nothing but love shone from his face. The kiss he gave her was sweet and retained a hint of the innocence they'd entrusted to each other that night. She squeezed her eyes to shut off the spigot of tears that threatened. His weight pressed her down into the ridges of the truck bed, not that she planned to complain. She would stay all night under him if she could.
She would love Sawyer Fournette forever.CHAPTER 2
ELEVEN YEARS LATER ...
AUGUST, COTTONBLOOM, MISSISSIPPI
She hated Sawyer Fournette.
Regan tried to concentrate on the droning voice of the city accountant as he highlighted sections of the Cottonbloom, Mississippi, budget. They needed to vote this evening on the amendments since their fiscal year ran from July to July and it was already the first of August. She needed funds released to finish her plans for the Cottonbloom Tomato Festival.
Numbers garbled in her head as she wondered what the hell Sawyer, the parish commissioner of Cottonbloom, Louisiana, was doing at her meeting. Was he here to watch her squirm like a worm on a hook as people lobbed potshots at her town improvement plan or the festival?
It was standing room only tonight, and he had snuck in through one of the side entrances of the town hall after the meeting had been called to order. Ever since he'd quit his corporate job managing the auto parts factory, he'd let his dirty blond hair grow out a bit and kept a sexy stubble. He'd also traded his preppy button-downs and khakis for jeans and T-shirts.
Tonight a black T-shirt with a gray emblem on the front was tucked messily into a pair of jeans. He crossed one black boot over the other and leaned against the wall with his arms tucked over his chest. It made him look big and tough and not sexy in the least.
Her lady parts protested the white lie. Why couldn't the man have gotten fat and bald over the years? Was that too much to ask of the universe? Apparently it was, because Sawyer had matured like fine whiskey instead of skunking like cheap beer.
"I believe there are questions from the gallery, Mayor Lovell."
She peeled her gaze off Sawyer and took a steadying breath. "Of course. The floor is open for discussion." Rustling and whispers erupted from the packed room. She pounded her gavel, feeling ridiculous even as it quieted the crowd. "One at a time to the podium, please."
She nodded at Police Chief Thomason. He would keep things orderly and moving along. Ms. Martha, the owner of the Quilting Bee, was up first, and Regan winced behind her smile. She liked Ms. Martha and didn't want to offend her. Some of the older business owners were up in arms at the increased property taxes, but the improvements Regan was spearheading, the festival included, would benefit every citizen in the long term.
Ms. Martha cleared her throat when her voice cracked on her first try. The paper she held in her hands fluttered. "Mayor Lovell, I — not only me, but several of us — want to understand better where the money is coming from for this festival. Is it coming from my taxes? Because I don't want my taxes paying for some silly festival that will just drive up costs even more. I can barely keep up as it is."
The more she said, the stronger and more strident her voice grew. A smattering of applause acted as a punctuation mark. Ms. Martha wouldn't want to hear the hard truth. A quilting business in this day and age was a dying proposition.
"Yes, a small percentage of your taxes is funding the festival." A series of unintelligible shouts came from the back of the room, and she pounded the gavel once more. "The publicity Cottonbloom will receive from Heart of Dixie magazine will give our town a boost. And if we're named the Best Small-Town Festival in the South and win the grant money, then we can move forward with improvements that would take us years otherwise. We can turn downtown Cottonbloom into something special."
"We like Cottonbloom fine the way it is," Ms. Martha said. This time the vocal agreement was limited and most of the buzz was about the magazine competition.
Flipping through Heart of Dixie while waiting for her hair appointment, she'd skimmed over the call for entries into their competition. Then, read it again and again, her imagination going wild. The magazine was already a month old and the competition closed for entries in less than a week. She'd walked out before getting her monthly trim and blow-out, lists already forming in her head.
Even though it would be the first of what she hoped would be an annual Cottonbloom Tomato Festival, she had full confidence in her ability to pull off something spectacular. Something that would win the grant money and get them a full spread in the popular magazine. At the time, she'd honestly had no clue that Sawyer Fournette had read the same article two weeks earlier and already entered. Not that anyone believed her. Not even Sawyer. Especially not Sawyer.
Labor Day weekend had been the obvious choice, but because Sawyer had already claimed it, she had been willing to grit her teeth and pick a different weekend — the Fourth of July perhaps, even though it would make planning tight. But once the editor of Heart of Dixie got wind of their two festivals, they had insisted the two sides of Cottonbloom hold them the same weekend. The magazine wanted to play up the decades-old rivalry. Regan hoped they didn't come off as backward as the Hatfields and the McCoys. The grant money had been too important for either side to back down.
"This festival is not a major draw on your tax dollars. A copy of the budget has been available for review for several weeks. The vast majority of your taxes are going to infrastructure improvements and beautification projects. The trees downtown are beautiful, but we can't ignore the fact their roots are affecting our streets, our sidewalks, and our plumbing. You're all here because you care about our town, and no one in this room wants downtown Cottonbloom to follow so many American towns into disrepair. Don't forget, I am a downtown business owner as well."
"But not on the riverfront. Why was I assessed higher than a business not twenty feet away?" Ms. Martha asked.
"You understand, I didn't perform the assessments. We had an outside real estate firm examine all the properties."
"Well, they didn't look close enough at mine. I have plumbing backups that fall under city jurisdiction and there are" — she glanced down at the sheet in her hand — "structural integrity issues with the back alleyway brick wall that affects the value. I ask for a reassessment to be done taking all of this into account."
Regan massaged her temple. Someone must have fed Ms. Martha those lines. Someone out to sabotage her. Her gaze swung toward Sawyer. His expression hadn't changed from the mysterious, serious mask that had fascinated her as a teenager. Now though, she knew what was behind it. A two-faced jerk.
Her face heated. Damn her fair skin. She could almost feel the flushed splotches break out. Everyone would assume she was embarrassed or frustrated, when in truth she wanted to march over and punch Sawyer Fournette in the face.
Never let them see you sweat. The old line from a commercial from her childhood popped into her head.
"Is that acceptable, Mayor?"
She swiveled toward the town accountant. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Councilman Crane motioned to postpone the budget vote until Ms. Martha's concerns are addressed." She opened her mouth to protest until he added, "And I seconded it."
Unless she wanted to seem like a power-hungry steamroller, she couldn't see a path to push the budget vote through tonight. The smile she pasted on had been perfected on the pageant circuit. "Of course, I agree. I motion we reconvene one week from today. Same time and place to discuss any changes and vote."
One of the councilwomen down the line seconded her, and the meeting broke up. She stood up and turned toward the side door, but Sawyer's black shirt and fine backside were halfway out the door, leaving her killing glare impotent.
She scooted out of the meeting hall by the same door Sawyer had left through. A more patient mayor would have fought the gauntlet of people to the door, offering platitudes and reassurances. She wasn't in the mood for the kind of butt kissing politics demanded.
She wanted to stand up and tell them they either needed to accept the changes she was pushing through or accept that their town was dying. She wanted to ask why people couldn't see beyond their small patch of breathing space to embrace changes that would benefit future generations.
But she wouldn't. She would keep her mouth shut and smile while she worked behind the scenes to steer policies, compromising only when she was backed into a corner. Like tonight. No doubt, she'd be receiving emails and phone calls all week. A glass of wine and headache medicine were next on her agenda.
Her heels clacked on the marble floors, the air refreshingly cool after the body-jammed meeting room. Sawyer was probably laughing his butt off at her plight. Movement down one of the dim hallways leading to the county clerk office drew her attention, and she whipped her head around in time to see Sawyer slip around the corner and out of sight.
A banked fury that only he inspired filled her belly, and she didn't bother to muffle her steps. "Sawyer Fournette, what are you doing skulking around my building?"
He stepped out and propped a shoulder against the wall, resuming the position he'd held inside the meeting. This time she was close enough to see his ridiculous biceps pop. If anything, he'd gotten in even better shape working in the garage with his brother Cade. She couldn't contain a huff at the injustice.
"I'm not skulking." His gaze darted to the side.
"Well, the front door is back thataway." She kept her tone mocking and thumbed over her shoulder. "Are you planning to break into the tax assessments or something?"
This time he met her gaze with a huffy sigh of his own. "Of course not."
"Then why are you here?"
"Heard you were voting on the budget tonight. Checking out the competition."
Not buying what he was selling, she studied him, stepped closer, and hiked her purse up on her shoulder. "It was you, wasn't it?"
"What are you talking about, woman?"
"That you would stoop so low to give Ms. Martha a script to read from. Seriously, that is pathetic. Did you blackmail Crane into motioning for the delay too?"
He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his nape. "Let me get this straight. You think I masterminded the delay in your budget vote by secretly meeting with Ms. Martha and Councilman Crane?"
The way he said it made her feel like a fool, which only drove her ire higher. "Maybe. And it's your fault I was all distracted and didn't get a chance to respond."
"How was that my fault?" He leaned in. His scent muffled the institutional smell of the courthouse. Another black mark against him. Why couldn't he smell like BO or garlic instead of a woodsy, pine-scented cologne that cast her back a decade to the bed of his truck?
"I don't know, but it is," she said weakly. The truth was too embarrassing to speak aloud.
They stood too close. Neither of them pulled back or spoke. The moment veered from confrontational to uncomfortable to downright awkward, yet the way his hazel eyes warmed and narrowed on hers hypnotized her as if seeking all her secrets.
She didn't like him, not one bit. That fact didn't stop the call of her body whenever he was within ten feet. Okay, maybe closer to twenty-five feet. The physical attraction was an inconvenient echo from their past lives together.
Her brain clamped down on her body, and she spun around and stalked out of the hallway toward the front doors. The crowd had thinned out, leaving only a few diehard citizens. One called her over. Even though she desperately wanted to be home, she smiled and changed directions.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
After all those teasing hints and highly charged run ins from the first two books, Sawyer and Regan's story definitely lived up to my expectations! This was a perfect second chance romance! Regan's sassy spirit meshed well with Sawyer's quiet strength, but the real draw was watching these two deal with hurtful misunderstandings from their youth. I'm utterly hooked on the Cottonbloom series!
I won this book through Goodreads Giveaways and I was sorry that I haven't been able to read the first two books in the series, but this book can stand alone. I now have to go and read the first 2 books in the series to understand some of the other relationships that are revisited in this book. When you have a chance for a 2nd chance of finding love again with your first love it is wonderful. Like the old saying says back in high school there was the good side of the tracks and the bad and in this case the good side of the river and the lower income. Regan came from money and Sawyer didn't and her mamma wanted things to clone her life and her daughter didn't. Sawyer gave Regan courage and dreams but she had doubts in her mind due to her mother. But ten years later they are both fighting for their town for a grant that would help bring life back into their towns. They find they both still care and work together after a bad Tornado just before both festivals. But they found a river couldn't keep from help from either side.
4.5 Sweet Stars! Regan was Sawyer's girlfriend in high school and eventually they broke up because Regan's mother didn't approve of him. Now we go several years ahead and they are forced to work together to solve the mystery of who is tampering with the festival. Sawyer also has to protect Regan because someone is threatening her life. As the two work together they become closer and start to fall in love again. Can Sawyer protect Regan and can they rekindle their relationship? This is a beautiful, well written story and the characters have great chemistry. This is a second chance story which is full of love, some mystery, honesty and compassion. I thoroughly enjoyed the story and will look forward to reading more from Ms. Trentham. This is the third book in the Cottonbloom Series and it can be read as a stand alone novel. Highly recommend! I received this book as a ARC for an honest review. This book was read and reviewed by Annamaria for Alpha Book Club. Plot: 5 Chemistry: 5 Pacing: 4 Ending: 4 Character Development: 4 1 like ·
Till I Kissed You by Laura Trentham is the 3rd book in her wonderful sweet romance series, Cottonbloom. This has been a fun series from the beginning, and we have been waiting impatiently for Regan and Sawyer’s story. In Till I Kissed You we get our wish. Every book thus far has been fun, but this one is the best one so far. I suspect this is a trilogy and it ends with this book….. :( This book can be read as a standalone, but there is too much background information about all the main characters that I strongly suggest you read the first two books before you read this one. And you should read this series. A quick refresher: Cottonbloom has two sides; the poorer Louisiana side and the wealthier Mississippi side. Sawyer lives on the Louisiana side and Regan lives on the Mississippi side. Regan is the mayor of Mississippi’s Cottonbloom. Sawyer is now working with his brother, Cade (1st book hero) in a new business. We have known Sawyer Fournette and Regan Lovell from the start, and have been privileged to be part of watching the animosity and constant fighting between them. When they were kids, they were in love, only to have family dynamics (they come from different sides), and misinformation break them up. Each blamed the other, which led to their current hate relationship. In the last book, Sawyer discovers that someone has been threatening Regan about the upcoming festival that they are competing on. His true feelings for her may be hidden, but he makes it his business to watch over her. At first Regan is suspicious why she is seeing Sawyer so much, but soon they begin to work together to try and find the culprit. Slowly, the old love they had for each other rises again and their hate/mistrust relationship begins to change. It was fun to watch them rediscover their feelings for each other; a love that was always still there. It wasn’t easy, as there was always something or someone coming in between. I loved Sawyer better in this book, as he was so sweet, sexy and caring for Regan. She was the star of this story, as she was such a great heroine; strong, fun, smart, fearless and totally in love with Sawyer. What follows is a sweet romance between an awesome couple, wonderful family and friends, and bit of mystery. Till I Kissed You is a wonderful & fun second chance romance that was well written by Laura Trentham.
4.5 Stars Reagan and Sawyer were high school sweethearts from different sides of the track who broke up but never really got over each other. They have risen to political prominence in their respective communities, and are now in competition in a "Taste of the South" small town festival contest. Reagan is convinced that Sawyer is trying to sabotage her plan, and he is trying to change her mind. As the competition draws closer Reagan become the target whomever is trying to stop the festival. Will Sawyer be able to Reagan safe? I loved the Cottonbloom series and patiently waiting for this story! It didn't disappoint! I liked both main characters and was happy to get a visit previous stories. Overall it was a fun small town romance, but it should definitely after the first two books in the series. I was given a free copy for a honest review.
This story has been building through the prior two stories in the series. I don't know about you but I was so excited that it was finally here. I've really fallen in love with Trentham's writing. She does a great job of mixing small-town with a heartwarming story and humor. All the things you want in a story! Like I said, each book led up to Sawyer and Regan's story. In each of the books prior you learn that they have history and that at this time in their lives they don't really trust or like each other. Which sucks for them but leaves us with some very funny moments. I will tell you that it would be best to start with the first book in this series Kiss Me That Way. Like I said above you start to get to know the couple in that book. Plus, there is a story that runs through each of the books. Also, the first two books are so good too! I will admit that in the first book I wasn't really a fan of either Regan or Sawyer's. In book one, they both came off a little unlikable. Regan more so. She was a little crazy about what was going on in the town how she thought that everything that went wrong was Sawyer's fault. I'm not telling which parts are his fault. For Sawyer because it was his brothers book and his issue was with the brother, you sided more for the hero of the book. In the second book I still was so-so with Regan, but liked Sawyer. Regan I liked more by the end of the second book. I was a little worried that I would't care for her in her book. I shouldn't have worried at all. Once you were in Regan's head you understood so much. You learn more and more about them and their past. Understanding is like a slap in the head. After about a fourth of the book I was on a roll with them. I was already invested in their story, but now I needed to know more. Believe me by the end of the this book all you question will be answered and you'll be happy how Trentham tied up all the loose ends from the other two stories.
4 - "Maybe being good enough doesn't matter when you're perfect together" - Stars!!!! Finally, after months of circling each other warily Sawyer and Regan finally come to a head. With the festival competition fast approaching, a saboteur on the loose and the whole town watching, these two star crossed lovers have more than their emotionally complicated history to worry about. This was a great way to bring this series full circle. I loved Regan and I loved Sawyer. Getting a glimpse into their past was both heart melting and emotionally charged. Sawyer and Regan's love story was sexy and angsty. It was riddled with nostalgic moments and bittersweet memories as these two navigate their complicated past for a chance at a loving future. Till I Kissed You was another great read with funny banter, burning chemistry and lovable characters. I enjoyed returning to Cottonbloom and revisiting with Nash, Tally, Monroe and Cade. Although they make a few appearances they don't detract from the main couple, which was nice. I liked catching up with them but they stayed in the background. This story was 100% focused on Regan and Sawyer. It was a bittersweet second chance romance that had me laughing, crying, and voraciously reading the whole night through. The bleary eyes I suffered the next morning was worth it! This was such a good read!!! *** ARC provided for an honest review ***
TILL I KISSED YOU is book 3 in the Cottonbloom series, and I have to say I hope it's not the last story! I'd love to see more from this town, and these characters. This whole series has been wonderfully written and very engaging. I love the setting, I would love to visit a small town like that. This is Regan and Sawyer's story. This is truly a second chance at love story. Sawyer and Regan were high school sweethearts who had their love destroyed and now they each are leaders in Cottonbloom. Sawyer on the Louisiana side and Regan on the Mississippi side. I loved "watching" these two find their way, not just how to act around each other but how to deal with their past, and to find a future. Fans of small town second chance romances will adore TIL I KISSED YOU. I have to admit I'm sad to think this is might be the last book for Cottonbloom..........it just makes such a great setting. I think I love the setting almost as much as the characters. All of these stories, KISS ME THAT WAY, THEN HE KISSED ME, and TIL I KISSED YOU are well written engaging stories that leave you eager for more. The characters are well defined, realistic and fun. This is one of those stories that leaves you smiling and wondering if maybe you could talk the author into at least ONE more story. I want to see how it all turns out a few years down the road.......I highly recommend this series and especially this story to fans of Susan Mallery. I've found a new must read author and so will you once you read this story. I will add that while each story could be read as a stand alone, there is a small plot-line that flows through each story and I feel that reading them in order will work better and will allow readers to connect to the characters and story a little more easily. A keeper book, and Keeper series!
Second chance romances are my absolute favorite reading trope! I love that the characters have a past and I love seeing how they’ve changed and learned from their mistakes. I think it makes the romance richer and deeper and that much more special. Regan and Sawyer were high school sweethearts…but they had to keep their love a secret because Regan’s mom didn’t approve of Sawyer. Even though Sawyer was a high school sports star, popular and handsome, he had a huge secret: he and his brother and sister were living in poverty. Having to get clothes and food from the local church charity and his oldest brother dropping out of school to support the family after their parents died was a something Sawyer refused to speak about. Not even with Regan. Regan and her parents were wealthy and lived on the “good” side of Cottonbloom, Mississippi. Regan’s mom was living vicariously through her and Sawyer Fournette was not in the plans. She did everything she could to separate the pair, including exploiting her daughter’s doubts about the future she had with Sawyer. Needless to say, the breakup was monumental and devastated both Regan and Sawyer, causing irreparable damage and feelings of animosity, opposition, resentfulness and extreme hatred. Years later, those feelings have only increased and have become more inflamed as Regan and Sawyer battle it out for some well-needed prize money for their communities. Regan and Sawyer are the perfect antagonists. Almost comical in their arguments, the pair face off several times in the series as well as in this book. What is not comical is the genuine pain that both characters are suffering from. When town pranks turn into serious sabotages and threats, Sawyer puts aside his animosity to protect Regan. As they spend more time together, Regan and Sawyer start to fall in love again…only to figure out, they never stopped loving each other! Laura Trentham has quickly become a favorite author of mine. Her stories are heartfelt, funny and full of love. Regan and Sawyer’s story was tough to read but their love for one another superseded all the pain and heartache of the past. I loved them and all the people of Cottonbloom. I hope there are more books in the series because I’d love to spend more time in this wonderful community! ***I was gifted an eBook copy from the publisher via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. All conclusions reached are my own***
Finally we get Regan and Sawyer's story and it's exceptional! Whether you've been reading the series all along or if your just picking this one up you will enjoy reading about these two. This is the third book in the series but is easily read standalone! As both sides of Cottonbloom get geared up for the upcoming festival competition, things are getting out of hand and it seems getting personal. Regan is receiving threats and of all people to help her find out who's behind the threats, Sawyer Fournette comes to her aid. They have a history. One that ended in a not so pretty fashion but now needs to be dealt with. Will these two be able to put an end to the threats and pull of the festivals?? You definitely want to read this one and find out. I highly recommend it.