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Love best served shaken not
stirred...one naughty drink at a time.
BOTTOMS UP
Naughty Cock Tales
Kate Deveaux
Released Jan 2nd, 2017
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Love best served shaken not
stirred...one naughty drink at a time.
A bartender
with a special talent for picking the perfect cocktail meets his match when
down-on-her-luck Lexi walks into Bottoms Up. Well known for creating drinks
with very naughty names, Justin whips up a cocktail especially for Lexi, hoping
to ease the pain he sees in her soulful eyes.
With each
sip Lexi realizes she’d much rather stay in Bottoms Up with the sexy, tattooed
barman who seems to know just how to heal her broken heart.
Night after
night, Lexi is drawn back to the bar to explore Justin’s list of naughty drink
recipes in more detail--after hours. One deliciously dirty creation after
another unleashes her extreme fantasies when he shows her how to let go of her
inhibitions.
One tantalizing drink recipe at a
time.
“So
what’ll it be?” the bartender asked.
Lexi was instantly dragged back to
the present.
“Uh…I
don’t know,” she offered, wondering how a drink could possibly dull the
emptiness inside her.
He gave a smile and a confident shrug. “Well
then, you’re in luck.”
“How’s that?” she asked
half-heartedly, not really in the mood for banter
but realizing
she was in need of a drink but with no clue what drink she wanted. Just
something to make her forget the shitty day she’d had. And the even shittier
year.
The bartender with the soul-searching eyes and the cute little smile that even Lexi had to admit was a bit of a mood lifter, leaned on the bar so his eyes were level with hers.
The bartender with the soul-searching eyes and the cute little smile that even Lexi had to admit was a bit of a mood lifter, leaned on the bar so his eyes were level with hers.
“You’re
in luck because it so happens my drink picking skills are legendary.”
“Legendary?” She repeated his claim,
aware some would consider her response a flirt, but she felt it was more of a
challenge. A challenge to see if he could pick something for her that would
make her feel...feel…What the hell did she want to feel anyway?
“Legendary,” he repeated.
Okay, he was definitely
flirting.
Lexi couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“You’re that confident,” she pressed.
“Ten to one I will pick the perfect
drink for you.”
“Okay then…give it your best shot,”
she said, beginning to enjoy thinking about anything other than her troubles
while she stood still holding onto the bar stool, but not yet taking the plunge
to hop on the stool and settle in.
Without
her uttering another word, the bartender poured one long stream of silken
liquor into a cocktail shaker. Its slow path had a mesmerizing affect on her.
She watched while he picked up another bottle and poured another brightly
colored liquor into the shaker at the same time. He placed the bottles down and gave her a
nod. Her pulse quickened when he gripped the shaker. The condensation on the
container made her lips water but it was the flex of his muscled forearms that
stirred something else in her. Something she thought she’d long forgotten. Desire.
After
a few swift gyrations he uncapped the shaker with a flourish. Then slowly
filled the chilled martini glass while reaching for another bottle, adding a
final squirt of orange amber liquor to the drink. The effect creating a layered
concoction the color of the most exquisite sunset with a deep blue layer on the
very bottom while the fiery orange layer almost floated on top.
Satisfied
with his handy work he slowly slid the cocktail towards her.
“Try
this,” he offered.
Parched
with anticipation, her mouth was so dry she wanted more than anything to down
the divine looking concoction.
He
smiled encouragingly.
One
quick drink Lexi told herself. All she’d wanted was one drink. Not to hang out
with a flirtatious and sexy bartender. All she was looking for was a reprieve
from the scorching summer sun. Something to quench her thirst. And numb her
despair. A brief respite before getting back to what she needed to do. Clean out the apartment and hand in the keys.
And thanks to being laid off that morning, she now added finding a job to
her growing ‘to do’ list.
Reaching
for the glass, Lexi lifted it up to her lips, her gaze meeting his when her
lips touched the rim.
“Bottoms
Up,” he said with an undeniably sexy tone.
“Bottoms
Up, ” she replied, trying to stifle her grin. And trying her best not notice to
that he was still watching her. She tipped the glass and took a long sip. Yum.
Sweet at first, then a surprising kick when the liquor layer melted down her throat
— coursing past her tonsils and warming a spot right between her breasts. Her
eyes teared from the potency of the drink.
“You like it,” he announced with
satisfaction.
She
nodded, and took another sip, this time the cool frosty layer lingering in her
throat, ready for that warm shot of liquor to follow. Intriguing.
“Perfect,”
she answered, showing him just how much it hit the spot by downing the rest of
it in two more sips.
His
eyebrows arched and he flashed a heart-melting smile. That was if she had a heart to melt, she chided herself.
“Go on, hop up, I’ll make you
another.” He motioned for her to sit.
What
now? Stick to her plan, one drink, pay her bill and be gone back into the heat?
She watched him pull a martini glass from a cooler, the clear glass immediately
frosting up even with the cool air conditioning keeping the bar bearable
compared to the sweltering temperature outside.
She
watched as he went about making another drink. Shit, how did this drinking in the afternoon thing work? Sure,
she’d hung out in her share of nightclubs, into the wee hours with her friends,
but this was different. She checked her watch. Four thirty in the afternoon.
Heat of the Tucson day. Temps reaching one hundred ten degrees about now or
even hotter. Heat or no heat, the last thing she wanted to do was walk back out
that door and face life. The realty was it was easier to sit on the bar stool
with this sexy bartender and forget about all her troubles.
That’s the spirit. To hell
with reality!
Lexi
nodded her approval and unhooked her foot from the barstool rung, settling
herself up on the seat. She knew she
definitely needed another of whatever it was that warmed her from the inside
out and made her bad day begin to seem a little less bad.
He put the finishing touch on the
drink and then passed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said and glanced
along the bar. A waitress waited
impatiently at
the end of the counter for their orders.
“I’ll
get to those in a sec,” he assured them, but his attention remained on Lexi,
expectantly, while she took another delicious sip and then another.
“It’s
really very good,” she agreed, lifting the drink in toast. “Bottoms Up,” she
added and took another sip. He gave a chuckle that made her blush. “That’s the
name of the drink…?” she queried when he seemed to be enjoying a little humor
that escaped her.
“Oh, that’s not the name of the
drink,” he said, with a slow knowing smile that made her hand tremble as she
clutched her glass. ‘Bottoms Up’ is the name of the bar,” he corrected her.
Motioning with his head to the large pink neon sign over the bar that had
somehow escaped her in the short time she’d been there. ‘Bottoms Up’ was
spelled in winding script with a flourish at the end that looked distinctly
like the bottom of a sexy ass.
Lexi’s cheeks flamed, feeling silly
and embarrassed. She quickly took another sip. The cold rush of drink stung her
right between the eyes. Ice cream
headache. Over the rim of the glass
she caught his sexy grin. Like he was enjoying her discomfort. Mortified, she
looked down, placing the empty glass back on the cocktail napkin, noting the
“Bottoms Up’ emblem on it with a sassy drawing of a martini glass in the shape
of a sexy round derriere.
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic author of sexy romance with heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. A former wedding planner, Kate has always been “in love” with love! When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.
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