Title: Coming Up Roses
Series: Southern Roots #1
Author: LK Farlow
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2017
Myla Rose McGraw may be twenty, single, and pregnant, but she’s no damsel in distress. She doesn’t need a man. After all, her Grams taught her a thing or two about making lemonade out of life’s lemons.
Then she meets Cash Carson.
Reeling from a bad breakup, Cash has sworn off love. It led to nothing but pain and misery, and he’s determined to move forward alone.
Until a redheaded Southern beauty crashes into him. With her shopping cart. At the local Piggly Wiggly.
If love wasn’t for him, why did his heart beat a little faster every time Myla Rose sent that sweet smile his way?
He was no knight, and she didn’t need saving.
But damn if he didn’t want to try anyway.
COMING UP ROSES is a sweet, Southern fairy tale—with a twist.
Coming Up Roses was a quick and light read. It had some drama but it was sweet and really enjoyable. I loved that Myla and Cash were two southern characters with big hearts. They were extremely adorable and loveble.
Cash and Myla both have been burned by people they trusted and loved. Cash is trying to move on in life and falling for someone is not on his agenda. Funny thing love comes when you least expect it and after running into Myla he can’t get her out of his mind. Myla doesn’t believe she’s much and after dropping out of school to take care of her sick grandma the town has labeled her as trash. Bumping into Cash stirs something deep within her and she’s determines to focus on her new life and not the god Cash.
Cash and Myla are great together. I loved that they are learned to move on from pain they experienced were open up to new possibilities. I really loved this relationship because things were not always easy, yes it was a light read but they do face some challenges with mistrust and misunderstandings. It was easy to fall for this couple because they came across as real. The author threw in some drama but Cash really steals the show with his alpha dominance that never falters. Myla grows so much in this book and I loved watching her strength and confidence build.
This was a good read and a great way to end the summer, can’t wait for book 2 in the series.
She grasps my hand, and like an instant replay from dinner, her body slides down mine. The contact is somehow more intimate than it was earlier, making her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, only noticeable due to the moonlight peeking between the branches of the oak tree in her yard.
“Okay, Cash.” Her voice is nothing more than a rasp.
We make it to the porch, and the inner battle begins. Is she expecting a kiss, or will she slap me for trying, what with how our last kiss ended? I war with myself a little longer before settling on a hug. A nice, safe hug.
“Well, goodnight then,” she whispers, looking down as I start to pull away.
Is that disappointment I hear in her voice? Well, hell. I can’t have that.
Keeping my right arm around her waist, I bring my left hand to her cheek, placing my thumb just below her jaw. Using that position, I pull her closer to me.
“It was a good night indeed, Myla Rose,” I murmur just before I press my lips to hers.
Her lips are soft, so damn soft, even more so than I remember. I nip at her bottom lip, causing her lips to part. I use that small opening to deepen the kiss, and Myla Rose digs her nails into the base of my neck.
Slipping my hand from her waist and down over the curve of her hip, I hike her dress up and settle it on the smooth bare skin just under her ass, pulling her closer—closer—closer. Trailing my fingertips across her cheek and through her hair, I tug on it just a little, just like I’d imagined doing at the start of our night.
Damn, she likes that. It’s like I flipped a switch. She’s no longer kissing me—she’s devouring me.
I hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The front door is the only thing keeping us upright. I press my hips into hers, showing her just how much I want her before pulling her hair again. She throws her head back, hitting it on the door with a loud thump.
That breaks the spell. She lowers her legs and untangles herself from me, and I step back, unsure of what comes next. Is she going to ask me in or send me on my way?
“Do . . . do you want to come in?” She looks up at me expectantly.
“Lead the way, darlin’,” I rasp out—because really, is there any other response?
LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever After’s.