A cabin in the mountains.
A chance for a fresh start.
A dropped towel that seals their fate.
Lost and confused, April Simmons has no clue how to turn her life around. When her best friend sends her to a cabin in the mountains for a month, alone, to work on herself, April has no idea that her handsome, yet broody and enigmatic neighbor is country music superstar Carter Hills.
Carter has everything other people would kill for: money, success, and fame. And yet, being at the top has never felt so lonely.
The moment April and Carter meet, sparks fly, but neither is ready to give in to temptation.
Been there. Done that.
But soon, Carter decides April, the colorful and sassy woman living next door, is worth breaking every rule he set for himself years ago, and nothing she’ll do or say will keep him away.
The more April resists, the more Carter pulls her in.
Can April trust Carter with her heart, knowing he has the power to shatter it into a million pieces?
Loving Carter Hills is like riding a roller coaster. It’s breathtaking. It’s fast. It’s scary. And it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Pink and Country by Emmanuelle Snow is a bit outside of my reading preferences, but something about this one was calling me to read…and I’m so glad I did. What a beautiful book.
I needed to read this because I needed to smile. This book hit me in the feels, and I honestly read it in one sitting. A romance between a country music star and a bestselling author? Swoon.
While the attraction happens pretty quickly, I love the way the author builds this romance. There is nothing better than watching two characters develop from friendship to love. It gave me such a happy feeling. If you couldn’t tell, I’m a bit obsessed.
I loved Pink and Country. I can’t really give you anything negative because I loved every minute of it. I look forward to more from this author and highly recommend giving this a go.
Thank you to Digital Reads Blog Tours for the opportunity to join this blog tour. I recieved a free copy of this book to review honestly. All opinions are my own and unbiased.*
HN touched my forearm, and I snapped out of my daze. I shook my head, blinking, rebooting my confused brain.
“Sorry. Got lost for a moment. What did you say?” I straightened my back, projecting fake confidence. My insides had dissolved a long time ago.
“I said I’m going into town this afternoon. You need something? Groceries? A pair of boots? Anything?”
HN fixed me with a heavy stare. My organs failed. My breath caught in my lungs.
I opened my mouth and closed it a second later.
“Did you hear me? Pixie?” Warmth stirred low in my belly at the sound of his deep, husky voice. He narrowed the distance between us, his body grazing mine now. When he spoke close to my ear, I stopped breathing for a full minute.
“So, do you need anything?”
“I—I’ll go by myself,” I said, my voice shaky and low.
“No offense, but the roads are icy, and your car will never make it up here on the way back. We’ll take my truck.”
“Excuse me, are you making fun of Miss Dolly?”
“Miss who—? Oh, crap, did you give your car a name?” HN raked his fingers through his already tousled hair sprinkled with snowflakes.
“Don’t look so surprised. Lots of people do.” I folded my arms over my chest and tipped my chin up. “Anyway, I bet your dick has a name, too. Not judging.” Why was I fixated on his penis? Damn it. Keep your thoughts to yourself, April.
“I—Never mind,” HN said before his eyes drifted down my body. His voice lowered.
“What if my dick has a name? You—”
My tongue swept over my lips, and my heart pounded faster. I had no oxygen left in my brain to argue. HN’s palm brushed my shoulder, and I shut my eyes, breathing in his manly scent, the addictive mix of pine and cedarwood.
Everything inside me screamed to kiss him again. His warmth reached my core. I leaned into his touch, bunting his hand the same way Bernice always did when I petted her.
HN sucked in a breath. My body sizzled.
I squeezed my legs tight, my composure slipping away.
My neighbor, without doubt, the most handsome male specimen I’d ever laid eyes on—according to my sex-crazed hormones—clamped onto my forearms with both hands and flashed me a grin. My chest rose and fell in quick succession. I was panting like I just ran a marathon, even as my feet were glued to the snowy ground. I stepped forward, the gap between us shrinking. My breasts swelled. My lips tingled. My lungs idled.
HN pivoted on his heels and walked away.
“See you later, Pixie.” His long strides brought him inside his cabin in no time, leaving me speechless and spellbound.
Aching and needy.
The heat radiating from me could melt the freshly fallen coat of snow all over town.
About the Author
Smart, Sexy, and Sassy Love Stories
Emmanuelle Snow is a contemporary author of mature YA and New Adult love stories, who likes to give life to strong characters who’ll fight with all they have to reach their life goals and find their own happiness.
Emmanuelle is in love with love. Especially those complicated, deep, and passionate feelings that make a relationship extraordinary and complex, all at the same time.
In her spare time, when she’s not writing or reading, Emmanuelle likes to go on road trips—with her four kids and her own soulmate—watch movies, paint, or do some DIY, always with a cup of green tea in her hand and listening to country music.
She splits her time between beautiful Canada and the small US towns she adores.
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