EXCERPT: Whiskey Sour by Nazarea Andrews
Calvin Landers is a mess.
He has a great job and a steady string of men and women in his bed, and has been in love with the same couple for so long he can't remember a time when he wasn't.
Coming off fresh heartbreak, he's ready to move on, to give up on romance and sex altogether and moves in with his best friend, Davis, while he looks for something more permanent and tries to figure out what the hell he's doing with his life.
Ava Liu isn't looking for anything more than something to distract her from the book she's supposed to be translating. Something to distract her from why the hell she's in River City in the first place. But the boys who share a fence are more than a little distracting and pushy, when they realize just how much Ava needs someone--and how much they all need each other.
Sometimes life happens just when you stop looking.
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A tiny smile twists up her lips, and she tilts her head. “Why do you think I call you that?”
She doesn’t know. She used to think it’s because Lydia likes her, that there was something growing under the endless meetings about cake and frosting and desert choice.
She thought maybe they were going to finally push past the professional distance.
There is a part of her, a tiny traitorous part, that wanted Lydia to be here for her.
Not for the wedding. Not for her brother.
Everyone in her life was there because she was Meg Jones, the mayor’s little girl, her brother’s sister, Laura’s quiet, combative shadow.
There was no one who came and stayed for her.
And she wanted Lydia to be that person.
“I don’t know,” she says, instead of answering, and Lydia’s expression goes exasperated.
“That,” she says tartly, “is because you are willfully blind.”
Then she gets a handful of Cora’s suit coat, and drags her down into a messy kiss.
Meg Jones, Lydia decides, is an idiot.
A beautiful, belligerent idiot, and Lydia is absolutely stupid over her.
She reminds Lydia, vaguely, of her first boyfriend, a gorgeous, wildly insecure boy who watched her like Lydia would leave him.
She never did—he left her, the summer between junior and senior year.
Maybe she has a type, she decides, and then Cora’s pretty mouth opens under hers, a whine in her throat, and Lydia presses against her, nipping at Cora’s full lower lip, drawing it into her mouth. Cora presses a thigh between hers, and Lydia shivers at the delicious pressure, rubbing just right. It takes someone spilling out of the bar, too loud and impossible to ignore, to jolt her out of the pleasurable haze Cora’s lips have induced. She puts a hand on Cora’s chest, pressing her back just a little.
She smiles and her breath is too breathy, light and airy in a way that is completely ridiculous, “You’re a menace.”
“You---I can’t believe—”
“Cora, sweetheart. I’ve been flirting for weeks. What’s a girl gotta do to get your attention, huh?”
Cora flushes, a pretty pink in the bar lights. “Probably kiss me like that on a city sidewalk.”
“Not so good with subtly, are you?” Lydia purrs and Cora huffs. She’s adorable.
“Do you have a date for tomorrow?” she asks, voice low and teasing and Cora shakes her head, her eyes wide and bright. Lydia smiles, then, bright and shiny. “Excellent. You can take me.”
“Pretty big first date,” Cora says, her hands finding Lydia’s waist, and she smiles, prettily, a flush in her cheeks.
“Well, you could take me to dinner now,” Lydia says. “And breakfast in the morning. That would make the wedding the third date.”
Cora’s smile is slow and sultry and she wants to see her like this, always, loose and happy and all that sharp angry defensiveness wiped away. “Morning, huh? What are we gonna do tonight?”
Lydia smiles sharklike and drags her close. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.
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Dempsey Jones has been a nuisance my entire life, the straight-laced Boy Scout grown up to be a firefighter, of all things. He was the one helping kittens out of trees and old ladies cross the road while I was lighting cherry bombs with my best friend in abandoned buildings, and now that we’re all grown up—even if my Dad doesn’t agree—he’s still just as annoying. She’s impossible… Taite Ridley has been a constant my whole life, the curly haired mischievous daughter of the police chief, charming and devious and alluring. She was wild in ways I never dared to be and too big for our little town. But she’s here, a small town cop, and I can’t avoid her, even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.
It’s like mixing fire and gasoline and when these two collide, someone is gonna get burned…
In a small town, rumor is everything… Life came easy to him. Town playboy Aidric Jones has it all: money, women, a life without responsibility. Until his house burns down and a daughter he doesn't know lands on his doorstep. No one expects him to step up, to grow up, but he finds disappointment is different when someone is counting on him. And everyone is whispering… Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks everyone knew Olivia Buckley was going to end up pregnant and stuck in River City with a deadbeat boyfriend. Now she’s a single mom working for her parent’s construction company, unable to escape a reputation she hates. She’s fighting like hell to make a life for herself and her son, to prove everyone wrong. They’re two people with nothing in common except a falling down house, two angry kids, and a town full of rumors--but maybe that’s enough They’ll give them something to talk about…
Vivian Fitzpatrick is a big dreams girl stuck in a small town.
She likes her job, and she adores her friends, but there’s a tiny part of her that still wants adventure. Wants all the unfulfilled dreams to come true. She still wants to base jump and skydive and do everything her ex-boyfriend said she was too chicken-shit to do.
Which is probably how she ends up moonlighting for a phone sex line.
Matteo Soto is just trying to figure out how to live again.
A bomb in Iraq left half his unit dead, and Matteo broken. He puts on a good act--the rookie at RCPD, taking care of his dead best friend’s family. But it feels too much like going through the motions, too much like marking time.
He needs a reason to get up in the morning.
She needs to feel alive.
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Meet The Author: Nazarea Andrews Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next. ⭐️ Find Nazarea Here: NazareaAndrews.com | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | StreetTeam | Newsletter