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!
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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