Author: Zoe Dawson
Publisher: Loveswept ( Random House)
Date of publication: February 9, 2016
Rafferty Hamilton doesn’t plan on
putting down roots anytime soon. With her divorce final, the hotel heiress has
left Manhattan behind to scout new locations for her family’s chain of resorts.
Which is why it’s so frustrating to be stranded in Laurel Falls while a
good-looking, slow-talking, Stetson-wearing mechanic takes his sweet time with
her overheated coupe.
A decorated vet who paid his dues in
Afghanistan, Trace Black can fix anything with an engine and get it
revving—even Rafferty’s ridiculous sports car. He’s couldn’t say the same for
the knockout driver, who looks like she’s never gripped a gear shaft in her
life. Women like Rafferty don’t usually stick around in Laurel Falls, but Trace
finds himself showing her everything his hometown has to offer before she
cruises on down the road.
As the days pass, Rafferty finds
herself charmed by the pace of life and the openhearted warmth of the
residents. She’s even tempted to trust again—and it’s all thanks to Trace. He’s
not the kind of guy she’s used to falling for, but he just might be the man she
needs.
My thoughts:
Have you ever wanted to just pick up and drive across the country and see what happens? That is exactly what Rafferty does in Leaving Yesterday. Still raw from her recent divorce, she decides she is tired of seeing the country from a plane and chooses to drive to California for business instead of fly. What she didn't count on was breaking down in Laurel Falls or falling for the town and Trace.
Leaving Yesterday was a sweet book filled with entertaining characters. I really liked Trace and his devotion to his siblings. Even though he isn't the oldest, he has taken on the most burden in helping to raise his youngest siblings. I loved the interactions with his brothers and sister. The brothers' attempts to work through teenage girl angst often made for some humorous scenes. (check out the excerpt below to see what I mean). Rafferty was a pleasant surprise. She comes from a privileged background, but she is pretty well grounded and actually relates well with the people in the town. It was refreshing not having to watch a spoiled rich kid learn about real life.
My only disappointment with the story was I felt like there were too many story lines going on. I have a feeling that a couple of them are setups for future books in the series, but it did make the story less focused on Rafferty and Trace. Having said that, I did enjoy Leaving Yesterday. I look forward to seeing what is next in store for the town of Laurel Falls!
“Trace!”
His
sister Cadence’s voice carried all the way out to the garage bay where Trace
Black was currently installing a new muffler. He rolled himself out from under
the car and rose, grabbing a clean rag and wiping his hands. He headed to the
ranch house that was to the back and side of Black’s Garage, their family
business. Situated on a tree-lined street with other houses, some looking a bit
worse for wear and some empty and foreclosed, the worn-clapboard green house
with the covered front porch was in pretty good shape. Trace and Reese handled
most of the upkeep, the original wood floors and woodwork intact and
refinished. The garage in the back filled with car parts and a couple of
vintage cars lying unfinished since their father’s death.
Black’s
Garage was now really his business, although he supported his sister with the
income. Trace liked working with his hands. When he hadn’t been killing
insurgents in the desert, he had been fixing the engines of the Humvees his
unit traveled in. His skills had kept his platoon mobile, and when they were
mobile, they were just a tiny bit safer.
He
looked at his watch and was surprised to find how early it still was. He was
usually up at six in the morning—old marine habits were hard to break. The
military taught him that sleep was optional. But Harley, his younger brother,
was restless ever since he got home from the VA hospital, so he’d been up and
down throughout the night, giving up on sleep at about four that morning. Trace
entered through the back door, where his brother Reese was in the kitchen
making his breakfast. He shot his older brother a withering look. “Can’t you—”
Reese
held up his hands with a knife slathered in peanut butter in one and a slice of
toast in the other. “This involves teenage angst and girly things.”
“Aw,
kee-rist, and you’re leaving it to me?”
“Trace!”
“I’m
in the kitchen.” He managed not to bellow, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Can you keep your voice down?” he said when she came into the kitchen still in
her PJs. “Harley is probably still sleeping.”
“He’s
probably not now,” Reese said, arching a brow at his brother. He was fully
shaved and dressed in a blue polo shirt and a pair of jeans, brown-tooled
Western boots on his feet. Reese did like his boots fancy. His tall, muscled
brother was a veteran firefighter in Kalispell, about thirty minutes away from
Laurel Falls, but was currently off shift.
“You,
big brother, are being such a big help.” Actually, Reese was a big help. Ever
since their flaky mom had left—twice—Trace and Reese had taken responsibility
for household chores and their younger brother and sister. That responsibility
increased even more once their dad hit the bottle after the loss of his wife.
Trace had been ten when his mother left the first time and his dad went after
her. She came back, seemed to settle down, got pregnant with Cadie, and then
disappeared when Cadie was only two. This time for good. He had no idea where
she was.
Reese
shrugged.
“What
is it, Cadie?” Trace cocked his hip at his sister’s
my-teenaged-problem-is-now-your-problem look.
“Have
you seen my mango bra and panty set?”
He
cut a look to Reese, but he quickly looked down and finished slathering his
toast with peanut butter.
Trace
rubbed at his tired eyes and ran both hands through his hair. “Why would I know
where that is?”
“You
did the wash. It was in the last load.” She shot at him like an accusation.
Like a mango bra and panty set could be stolen and sold on the black
unmentionables market.
He
tried to remember the wash and the clothes that were part of the loads he’d
done, but it all blurred together. “Does it have black lace on it?”
“No,”
she said with a long-suffering teenaged sigh. “That is my orange set.”
“Wait.
What is the difference between mango and orange?” he said, winning him another
contemptuous look.
“Well,
for one thing they’re different fruits,” Reese piped up.
Trace
gave his brother his best sergeant-I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass glare, but Reese
just smirked.
“Trace,
really. Mango is much lighter than orange,” Cadie said as
if he were the village idiot.
“Yeah,
Trace, any moron would know that.” Reese nudged him as he walked past toward
the counter and settled on one of the stools.
“Shut
up,” Trace said, giving his brother a nudge back, then turning his attention
back to Cadie. “Can’t you wear some other . . . ah . . . set?”
Her
chin lifted and her eyes squinted. “No. I can’t,” she said, placing her hands
on the counter. “I have cheerleader practice and I can’t wear a different set.”
Somehow
that was supposed to make sense to him.
“Cadie.”
He stepped to the island, his lips pinching together. He set his hands down on
the counter, too, his fingers tapping. Speaking through his clenched teeth, he
said, “You are going to be late for school.” He gestured with his thumb. “Now,
get your butt in your room and get dressed.”
Cadie’s
face set into a determined mask. She marched up to Trace and thrust out her
chin. “It’s the only bra I have that holds—”
“For
the love of God, do not finish that sentence. My ears will bleed.” He walked
away, his shoulders hunched, cringing.
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About the author:
Zoe Dawson had always dreamed of
becoming a full-time romance writer, and with determination, persistence, and a
little luck that wish came true. Her other passions include traveling the
world, owning a beach house (she believes she was a mermaid in another life),
and seeing her books in movies. When she’s not writing, she’s painting or
killing virtual MMORPG monsters in World of Warcraft. She lives in North
Carolina with her two grown children and one small, furry gray cat.
