"Welcome to the Whiskeys series, where all the men are larger
than life and sexy as sin!" - RT Book Reviews
DRIVING WHISKEY WILD
The Whiskey's series
Melissa Foster
Releasing February 21, 2018
World Literary Press
A captivating new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.
Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.
After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.
Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.
Finlay smiled
and waved as she slipped into the dingy bar. “Hi. Am I interrupting?” From the
scowl on Bullet’s face, she was not only interrupting, but she’d somehow pissed
him off. Well, good for him. Let him be angry, the big, tattooed bully. What
kind of man comes up to a woman at a wedding and says,Hey, sweetheart,
whaddaya say I take you for a ride on the Bullet train?
She smoothed
her sundress over her hips, trying to gather her wits about her. Bullet
train. She had no doubt he had a train in his pants. The man was
larger than life in too many ways to count, and when he set those cold, dark
eyes on her, she swore they ignited right in front of her. Lordy, now
my pulse is racing. She’d been thinking of that flash of heat ever
since the wedding, and she couldn’t deny that it scared her and turned her on
in equally frustrating measures. If she were honest with herself, she’d thought
she was too damaged after losing Aaron to ever feel this type of spine-tingling
excitement over a man again—and the fact that she felt it around a guy like
Bullet scared the heck out of her. But this was not the time for honesty. She
needed to pull herself together so she didn’t make a bad impression.
Dixie pushed
past her massive brother to greet her. “Not at all! I’m glad you made it in.”
She gave Finlay a quick hug and then glared at Bullet. “Right, Bull?
Aren’t we glad she made it in?”
He lifted his
chin in a half-cocked greeting before stalking around the bar and busying
himself pulling bottles from shelves. Was he upset that she’d refused his
magical penis ride? If so, he was going to have to get over it, and fast.
“Don’t pay
attention to him. He had a rough night.” Dixie waved a hand as if Bullet didn’t
matter.
Finlay forced
a smile, knowing the big oaf mattered a heck of a lot. She’d grown up in
Peaceful Harbor, although she was several years younger than the Whiskeys and
she hadn’t known them then. She’d moved back into town two months ago, hoping
to put down roots near her sister, Penny, after leaving to attend college in
Boston nearly a decade ago. Penny had filled her in on the Whiskeys when she’d
accepted the catering job for their friends’ wedding. Apparently, the Whiskeys
and their motorcycle gang owned her small hometown. Only, according to Penny,
it wasn’t like the stories she’d heard about bikers causing a ruckus or scaring
people. No, the Whiskeys were known to be good folks, and apparently
their gang was more of a club. She didn’t know the
difference, but understood that they protected the community, keeping crime
down and helping with bullies—except, apparently, for their own big, pushy son.
From what Penny had said, they might look intimidating, but beneath all those
tattoos and dark leather, they were kind, caring, generous people. She’d
noticed that at the wedding, and in the weeks since, as she’d seen Dixie, her
other brothers, and their parents around town. They were all as nice as could
be. The jury was still out on big, bad Bullet.
But if she
was going to spend any amount of time in his presence, he needed to respect
her. This was why Penny had pushed her to take this job, wasn’t it? Because
she’d been hiding behind her past, living a safe, comfortable, lonely life
for so long she’d all but forgotten how it felt to be hit on? And how
to handle it. Well, that ended now. She straightened her spine,
the way she’d learned to do in culinary school, when top chefs came in to teach
and they’d ream the students for the smallest errors. There was no room for
thin skin in catering—and she’d be darned if she’d let Bullet Whiskey
intimidate her one bit.
“It’ll be
fine,” she assured Dixie, and walked directly behind the bar to the mountain of
a man who was trying his best to ignore her. Every step made her heart beat
faster. Holy moly, she hadn’t remembered him being that tall.
She was only five three, but even though she had heels on, he was well over a
foot taller than her.
She reached
up and tapped Bullet’s shoulder. It was like tapping stone covered with a black
leather vest. He turned slowly, his broad chest and massive arms suddenly
taking up all the extra space. She stared up at him. His dark beard and eyes
gave him a menacing look. She swallowed hard, steeling herself to say her
piece. In the next second those angry eyes turned even hotter and hungrier than
they’d been at the wedding.
Her
traitorous insides flamed.
Oh boy. She was in way over her head. This
man probably got everything he wanted from women with that look. He cast some
sort of spell with his leather wrist cuffs, scary-looking silver and black
rings, and go-ahead-just-try-to-mess-with-me attitude.
Forcing her
sternest expression, she said, “Bullet, if we’re going to work together, I
expect you’ll let what happened at the wedding go and get behind me on this
project.”
He cocked his
head, his lips curving up in a wicked smile that brought goose bumps to her
entire body as he said, “I’m happy to get behind you anytime,
sweetheart.”
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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.
