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.
Excerpt
“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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