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About Whiskey & Honey:Guys have rules. Rule #1: You don't date your sister’s best friend. Bentley Sullivan hasn't found the one. He's always been the good guy - the gentleman. With one quick, and possibly irrational, decision everything changes. After a case of mistaken identity and a drunken kiss, Ben is convinced that the one is finally right in front of him. Only, she's untouchable. Girls have rules. Rule #1: You don't date your best friend’s brother. Piper Lawrence has not been successful in love. Almost as quickly as she swears off men, he comes into her life. Her childhood crush and the man who has set the standards for every man she’s ever dated, he is also the one man she can’t have. A single kiss changes it all.
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About Tequila & Tailgates:Four years ago, I took the biggest risk of my life and it blew up in my face. I learned my lesson – love sucks. Now self-preservation and protecting my heart have become second nature. But Jameson Strauss... he's my weakness. Give me the occasional shot of tequila, a game of Truth or Dare, and I’ll do almost anything for that man. * Four years ago, I didn’t follow my heart. I let the one girl that consumed my soul walk away without a fight. Now I go through the motions never truly living. But, the day Ashton Sullivan needed me was the day my world changed for the better. Tequila, truths, and the occasional dare are all I need to show her how good we can be. Sometimes the truth is in the dare. *This book may be read as a standalone but may also contain spoilers. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18*
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About Martinis & Moonlight, Coming June 28th!Minnesota “Minnie” Walker has worked hard for the life she has – a close knit family, successful career, and long-term relationship. When a tragedy strikes, Minnie sacrifices everything to be there for her family. Never expecting a move to the small town of Lexington would change the course of her future, Minnie finds herself wondering if what she always thought was perfect is really what’s best for her … and her heart. Owen Butler has lived in the town of Lexington his entire life. After years of feeling second best and wasting his time vying for the attention of his father, Owen has settled into an uncomplicated life. Not one to believe in happily ever after, he never expected the new woman in town to have him questioning everything he thought he wanted in life. Together, under the rays of the moonlight, Owen and Minnie find themselves wondering what the future holds and if facing it together is worth the risk.
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About Andrea Johnston:Andrea Johnston spent her childhood with her nose in a book and a pen to paper. An avid people watcher, her mind is full of stories that yearn to be told. A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending, super sexy erotica and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her Kindle nearby fully charged. Andrea lives in Idaho with her family and two dogs. When she isn’t spending time with her partner in crime aka her husband, she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail. Nothing makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her feet in the water, and cocktail in hand all at the same time.
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The minute Jameson suggests we take shots of tequila, I know it’s a mistake. My hesitation doesn’t seem to bother him. To the contrary, he seems to relish my discomfort. His smirk, the one that sends shivers down my spine and a 911 call to my lady bits, is in full effect as he tosses back the shot.
He strutted in here looking and smelling like my ultimate fantasy. I’m almost positive he’s aware of exactly how much he affects me and how topsy turvy I get. I’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is that flips me on edge. Perhaps it’s the shorts that ride low on his hips, the T-shirt that’s snug across his sculpted chest, the just-out-of-the-shower wet hair, or the fucking smirk on his face. Regardless of what it is, I’m sure I should excuse myself and change my panties.
And tequila. He’s killing me. Like I told him, the two of us and tequila is a bad combination. That’s what regrets are made of. No, not regrets. I refuse to live my life with regrets or guilty pleasures. I giggle at the thought of guilty pleasures. This man across from me is absolutely one of those.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You were laughing. What’s so funny? By the way, this roast is the bomb.”
“What was funny? Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”
“I was thinking about guilty pleasures.”
With a raised brow, Jameson puts down his fork and pours us each a new shot. Sliding one my way, he smiles and lifts his in a toast. I reciprocate.
“To guilty pleasures.”
“That’s the funny part. I don’t believe in them.”
“I don’t believe in guilty pleasures.”
“How can you not? Everyone has a guilty pleasure. Mine is that series of reality shows about rich wives. That shit is ridiculous but the hell if I can’t turn it off.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“What? It’s a guilty pleasure, Ash.”
I can’t stop laughing. I cannot imagine Jameson just sitting around watching The Real Housewives of whatever city on his massive television. That piece of equipment was made for football and racing, not Housewives.
“It’s not funny. Everyone has a guilty pleasure. I bet you do too, Ash.”
Noticing we’ve both finished our meals, I take his plate with mine and start clearing the table.
“Nope, no guilty pleasures. Like I said, I don’t believe in that.”
I manage to rinse and place our dinner dishes in the dishwasher before the tingles along my spine start. The “Jameson Strauss has entered your space” tingles. I don’t acknowledge his presence and continue cleaning up.
“Ash, you can’t just say that and walk away. Explain, please.”
I rinse my hands and turn to face him. Leaning against the counter drying my hands, I shrug my shoulder.
“There’s nothing to explain. I refuse to feel guilty about anything that brings me pleasure.”
Silence is what I expect. Only, instead Jameson starts choking.
A giggle escapes as I do what any rational woman would do: I walk out of the room and leave him alone with his ... choking.
Did that seem a little like flirting? Maybe.
Did that make Jameson feel uncomfortable? Absolutely.
“More shots?” he shouts to me from the dining room.
“Uh, not for me, roomie. You’re more than welcome to another,” I challenge.
“Nah, I’m good. So, what now? A movie?” I hear from behind me as I bend to pick up shoes from where I left them earlier.
Turning, I almost run directly into Jameson. We both stand still, me avoiding eye contact while feeling his eyes all over me. I can feel my pulse picking up, my breathing is more labored, and I need to get this under control. If he touches me, I’ll combust. The tension is high. Noting the tequila in his hand, I realize how much those shots have gone to my head and how dangerous this can be for my heart. Unfortunately, I think those shots have sent my logical thinking on vacation.
5/9/2017 01:42:15 pm
Today's post was great.
5/9/2017 06:40:26 pm
Sounds like a great series.
5/10/2017 12:10:39 am
Sounds like a good read thank you.
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