Truly, Madly, Whiskey
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing April 10, 2017
World Literary Press
World Literary Press
Tour Host: Tasty Book Tours
Watch mysteriously sexy Bear Whiskey claw his way to
his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal Moon.
A new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.
Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm’s length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She’s a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey’s midnight fantasies. She’s also one of his closest friends.
Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.
The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there’s no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.
“Really, Bear. I can drop you at
your place before I go to the fabric shop.” Crystal started the car, feeling
more in control than she had inside the shop. She hated the way she’d frozen up
when things had gotten hot between them. She wanted him. After putting herself
through three years of therapy, dealing with not only the trauma of the attack,
but the bullshit with her mother and the loss of her father, she was sure she
could handle anything. She’d dated other guys since she’d left college without
issue. Why did it have to be different with the only guy she wanted to be close to? It pissed her off that her past still
owned a piece of her, and she needed to get over it before Bear got fed up and
walked away for good.
“I have to
go to the store anyway.” He flashed one of his smiles. “We might as well go
together.”
“You need to
go to the fabric store?” she said
flatly, knowing he was bullshitting her. She realized her car smelled
different, cleaner. The seats were
shiny, the dashboard dust free. “Did you clean my car?”
“Detailed
it,” he said casually, as if he did this type of thing every day. For all she
knew, he did. “Changed your oil, topped off your fluids. You really need to do
those things every three thousand miles.” He touched the doll hanging from her
rearview mirror. “I dusted off this, too, even though I’m a little worried that
it’s a voodoo doll.”
She wasn’t
about to tell him it was a worry doll that she loved more than life itself.
“Bear.” She
couldn’t suppress her smile about the voodoo doll as she drove toward the
store. “You really need to stop acting like you have to take care of me. I
appreciate you handling the inspection, which I’m paying you for, by the way.
But you don’t have to do all these things for me. I already like who you are.” Even if I have a hard time showing it.
“I know you
do,” he said, as cocky as ever.
Why is that such a turn-on?
“I didn’t do
it to get your attention. Shit, six three, two thirty.” He flexed his biceps
and winked. “You’re sitting next to Peaceful Harbor gold, baby. I’ve got your attention.”
She couldn’t
suppress a laugh. “That you do, and probably half the women in this town.”
“Only half?”
He kept her
laughing the whole way to the fabric store, and it was just what she needed. It
really had been a long day. They’d hosted three parties, and one of the mothers
was just about the most obnoxious woman on earth. She’d pushed her daughter
toward pink frilly outfits for the first half hour, when all the little cutie
had wanted was to dress up as a skateboard princess. Gemma realized Crystal was
going to strangle the wench, and she’d calmly suggested the woman head down to
Jazzy Joe’s for coffee. The rest of her day hadn’t been much better. Plus,
she’d spent the morning overthinking everything about her relationship with
Bear, which was probably why she’d freaked out when she’d really been dying to
kiss him.
She parked
in front of the fabric store. There were some things that just didn’t fit in
the world as Crystal knew it, and Bear Whiskey clad in a tight black T-shirt
that said Whiskey Bro’s across his
massive chest, a pair of snug, low-slung black jeans, and leather boots
strutting into Jennilyn’s Fabric was on the top of the list.
She pulled
her list from her bag as his eyes coasted over the store. What was he thinking,
coming with her? That was dedication she could not ignore. The epitome of
commitment.
That is Bear.
My Bear?
She toyed
with that as he draped his arm over her shoulder. She wondered what had taken
him so long. She’d expected him to do it the second she’d stepped from the car,
but he was probably in shock that they were actually going to a fabric store.
She smiled to herself as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along her cheek.
“Can I help
you?” she asked with a laugh.
“You smell
like jelly beans, and I happen to have a thing for sugary goodness.”
“You can’t
seriously have that good a sense of smell.”
He pressed
an unexpected, and deliciously warm, kiss to her cheek and reached into her
purse, withdrawing a bag of jelly beans. “Hoarding? Or were we going to hide
these later in your body and let me find them?” He moved his mouth beside her
ear and whispered, “Blindfolded. With my hands tied behind my back.”
He nudged
her deeper into the store. Holy crap.
She’d stopped walking. Was she breathing? And was that a thing? Blindfolded? Hands tied behind his back? Oh, the control that would give her. She’d be at no risk
of being overpowered. But would she want that much control? She imagined
herself lying naked on her bed, watching as his greedy mouth moved over her
breasts, down her belly, and she felt herself go damp.
No, no, no.
Ice cream. Ice baths. Cow poop!
Her
body continued vibrating from the inside out. This was bad. Really, really bad. Like a virus
she couldn’t shake. She needed an anti-Bear pill. Stat!
Melissa Foster is a New
York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes
sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with
emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last
page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family
oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading
about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.
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