Last First Kiss by Lia Riley: Brightwater Series #1

 

New to Avon author Lia Riley makes a splash with her first sexy, hilarious book in the sizzling Brightwater series!
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A kiss is just the beginning…

Pinterest Perfect. Or so Annie Carson’s life appears on her popular blog. Reality is... messier. Especially when it lands her back in one-cow town, Brightwater, California, and back in the path of the gorgeous six-foot-four reason she left. Sawyer Kane may fill out those wranglers, but she won’t be distracted from her task. Annie just needs the summer to spruce up and sell her family’s farm so she and her young son can start a new life in the big city. Simple, easy, perfect.

Sawyer has always regretted letting the first girl he loved slip away. He won’t make the same mistake twice, but can he convince beautiful, wary Annie to trust her heart again when she’s been given every reason not to? And as a single kiss turns to so much more, can Annie give up her idea of perfect for a forever that’s blissfully real.
4 stars****
This was a very sweet and charming story of second chance love in a small town setting. I was in the mood for something light and easy and this hit the spot. Low on the drama, easy on the heart, high on the feel good factor!
Annie is now a single mom and finds herself back in her hometown of Brightwater to settle family business. She is a mommy blogger and is a tad bit of a helicopter mom. In the blogger world she is the perfect mom, but in reality she is a mess. While in Brightwater she runs into the young man that broke her heart back in high school, Sawyer. And, he sees this as his second chance to fix what went wrong all those years ago. But, Annie definitely has some trust issues, so he has his work cut out for him to win her back.
Sawyer is now the town sheriff and is in general just a really great guy. There really isn't anything not to like about him. He is very patient, great with her son Atticus and devoted to his family.
I loved the scheming Grandma Kane and her somewhat complicated relationship with Sawyer. I love grandmas in stories in general. I don't know why really, it just always makes me smile. Grandmas can and will do anything they want. :)
There was also a bit of a Sawyer/Kane family feud that added some extra layers of complications between these two. But, it wouldn't be a small town if there wasn't some kind of feuding going on, right??
This is a very well written story, a quick and easy read and one I would recommend to those who are fans of small town romance and love a good 'ole HEA.

ARC was provided by the publisher thru Edelweiss
Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance. After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.
A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.

“You name all those birds?”
            “Oh sure. Constance, Shy, and Petunia are the Araucanas over there.” She pointed to the three white hens with impressive feathery ear tufts. “They’re the only ones that lay those pretty blue eggs. Over in the far corner are the Rhode Island Reds: Bixby, Big Mama, Miss Thing, Chatterbox, Honey, and Crazy. Then scratching in the back is Feather Foot, because, well, that’s obvious, and . . . what? Are you laughing at me?”
            “You name your chickens.” God, she really was too fucking adorable for her own good.
            “What, Mr. Funny—if you had a coop, you’re saying you wouldn’t name yours?”
            “Sure I would.” He gave a shrug. “I’d call them all the same thing.”
            “Oh yeah? What’s that? Chicken?”
            “Dinner.”
            Her lips twitched even as she sniffed. “That’s so not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
            “Must be that Kane humor. I’m genetically immune.”


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