Last
First Kiss
Brightwater Series Book #1
Brightwater Series Book #1
By: Lia Riley
Releasing June 23rd, 2015
Avon Romance
Blurb
New to Avon author Lia
Riley makes a splash with her first sexy, hilarious book in the sizzling
Brightwater series!
A
kiss is just the beginning…
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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.
The next
knock rattled the front door’s hinges; whoever was out there meant business. Annie sneezed before
drawing a shaky breath. Drinking wasn’t a personal forte, but chamomile tea
didn’t do much to blunt the first-night-back-in-my-one-cow-hometown blues, even
with extra honey.
Maybe if she took her
time, whoever was out there would go away.
She closed her laptop’s
lid, stood, and walked to the sink, setting the tumbler under the leaky tap.
Water drip, drip, dripped into the brown dregs. Dad’s radio above the fridge,
tuned to a Fresno classical station, piped in Mozart’s requiem on the scratchy
speakers, hopefully due to coincidence rather than cosmic foreshadowing.
More knocking.
This could very well
be an innocent mistake. Someone had confused directions, taken a wrong turn, driven
up a quarter-mile driveway to an out-of-the-way farmhouse . . . to where she
sat wearing a Kiss Me, I’m Scottish
apron with a sleeping five-year-old upstairs.
She hadn’t missed
Gregor in months. Her ex-husband might be a metrosexual philosophy professor,
but at least he stood higher than five feet in socks. Why, oh, why had she enrolled
in yoga instead of kickboxing last summer in Portland? No way would a sun
salutation cut the mustard against a crazy-eyed bunny boiler. An alarmed buzz
replaced the hollow feeling in her chest. Brightwater was a sleepy, safe
backwater. Had it grown more dangerous since she tore out of here on her
eighteenth birthday? Meth labs? Cattle thieves? Area 51 wasn’t too far away, so
throw in possible alien abduction?
Well, she was alone
now and would have to deal with whatever came.
As a rule, killers and
extraterrestrials didn’t announce themselves at the front door. Still, this was
no time to start taking chances. She grabbed her father’s single-malt by the
neck and padded into the living room. The change from bright kitchen to gloom
skewed her vision as blood shunted to her legs. Shadows clung to the beamed
ceiling and brick fireplace. If the rocking chair in the corner moved, she’d pee
her pants. That old gooseneck rocker starred in more than a few of her
childhood nightmares—ever since her sister had mentioned that Great-Grandma
Carson had died in it.
“Hello?” she called,
her voice calm—but, darn, an octave too high. “Who’s there?”
Silence.
The door didn’t have a
peephole. This was the Eastern Sierras, a place where shopkeepers left signs
taped to their unlocked front doors saying “Went to the bank, back in five
minutes.”
Think!
Think!
What’s the game plan?
Retreat—not a choice. But
more whisky was definitely a viable option. She opened the bottle, and the gulp
seared her throat. At least the burn helped dissipate the cold fear knotting
her stomach. She pressed her lips together while screwing the cap back on. Here goes nothing. Brandishing the
bottle like a club, she flung open the door.
A light breeze blew
across her face, cool despite the fact it was early July. Five Diamonds Farm
sat at four thousand feet in elevation. She glanced around the porch. Empty.
Unable to stand the suspense, she stepped forward, her bare toes grazing warm
ceramic. A baking dish sat on the mat. Annie knit her brow and crouched—a
neighborly casserole delivery? At this hour? Fat chance, but one could hope.
She removed the lid, and an invisible fist squeezed her sternum.
If hope was a thing with feathers, all she had was chicken
potpie.
Literally.
Caught your hen in my tomatoes.
Chicken #2 will be nuggets.
Welcome home.
Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/06/last-first-kiss-brightwater-series-book.html
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23507376-last-first-kiss
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/141818-brightwater
Author Info
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.
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