Watch mysteriously sexy Bear Whiskey claw his way to his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal Moon.
Truly, Madly, Whiskey
Melissa Foster
Releasing April 10, 2017
World Literary Press
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!
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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