Record of wrongs.
After 10 years in prison for a crime he did not commit Cruz decides to have a completely fresh start, and after throwing a dart at a map he ends up in Sundown Illinois, a small town where everyone knows everyone, here he meets Rosie who works at the local bar. It's lust at first sight for both of them but the relationship deepens and develops into love. Cruz and Rosie are great characters both with troubled pasts, but with the support of each other they are able to let go of the past and start to live their lives fully. A good enjoyable read with some exciting scenes ( not just the love making ones!) I look forward to the next in this series after reading preview at end of this book.
My thanks to net galley and publisher for opportunity to review this book honestly.

3.5*


Cruz Zaffino has served ten years for a crime he didn't commit and now he's out he wants a fresh start. One dart thrown at a map later and Cruz finds himself in Sundown, Illinois.

Rosie has lived in Sundown all her life, she knows everyone and everyone knows her and there's no such thing as secrets in such a small town.

Cruz walks up to the bar where Rosie is working and the attraction is instant, he may not have come to town looking for a woman but Rosie is hard to resist.
Cruz is tall muscled and tattooed in other words he's hot and so unlike anything this town has seen before and Rosie can hardly form words the first time she's face to face with him.

As these two get closer and both their pasts are revealed but can either of them truly escape the mistakes they've made or will their pasts come back to haunt them.

This is a cute sweet funny read, I do love small town books full of quirky characters and I'm looking forward to the next one.

There's so many parts I loved and this is one of the many that made me smile

The girl peered at Rosie but then turned back to Cruz. “Did you drawed on yourself?” she asked in a voice that was somewhere in between awe and you’re-getting-in-trouble.
Rosie stifled a snort. “Ah…” Cruz frowned. Christ, the kid had to be three feet tall. And she stared at him like a courtroom judge who expected an honest answer immediately. “No. One of my friends did.”
"You gots to wash it off,” she said. “You’re ‘posed to use soap but we don’t have soap. Here.” She grabbed a grubby napkin from on top of a paper plate at her feet and proceeded to rub it along Cruz’s arm.

I voluntarily read a review copy kindly provided by NetGalley and Victory Editing NetGalley Co-Op