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 Cottonbloom—and 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 him—no 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 heart—but 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 them—and finally fulfill the promises they made one passionate night under the stars?
The third Fournette sibling from Cottonbloom, La. (where the other Fournettes found romance in Kiss Me That Way and Then He Kissed Me), gets his spotlight in this disappointing hormone marinade. The book opens with a coarse, passionate encounter between high school sweethearts Sawyer Fournette and Regan Lovell on the bed of a pickup, and most of the remaining verbiage reiterates how much they wish they were back there. But they're not: 11 years on, their romance is technically long over. She's the mayor of the Mississippi side of Cottonbloom, and he's parish commissioner across the river. She loses all composure when she sees him; he signals his lust by mercilessly gaslighting her in a fashion that's perhaps meant to be romantic but comes across as very creepy. Nominally, the two are organizing rival Labor Day festivals for their towns while trying to identify a harasser shadowing Regan, but since only one suspect is ever floated, and next to no work appears to go into the festivals, it's hard to take these plot gestures seriously. Two pretty people salivate after each other; the rest is word count.