Today I have an excerpt for you for a new Walker Rose book that is releasing December 2nd! I will have a review for you that day as well. I can’t wait for y’all to read this book!
Whiskey Bargain
by Walker Rose
I thought I’d be miserable planning my ex’s wedding, but a rugged cowboy turned distiller knows just how to relieve the pressure.
Coming home to Huckleberry Springs, Montana, is hard enough. Begging my family for a job because I’m blacklisted up and down the West Coast? That’s tough. Patching up a broken heart after my cheating ex made me a spectacle? Stinks so bad. Drunkenly puking on Durban Hennessy, the hottest cowboy to ever work my daddy’s ranch? That’s just classic Campbell Hawthorne.
But even Durban doesn’t blame me much for that last one, because my first job as Daddy’s event coordinator? Planning my cousin’s wedding to my cheating ex at the family guest ranch. Because if I don’t, my uncle won’t sign over his share of the business.
The only bright spot? Durban is now part owner in the local distillery, and while he doesn’t do drama, distractions, or hot messes that just threw up on his boots, he’s not averse to saving damsels in distress. Once a ranch hand and now a distiller with a superiority complex, he’ll provide wet bar service throughout the wedding festivities—and some steamy, no-strings stress relief between events.
In return, I’ll help him patch up his own ego after getting dumped by his long-distance girlfriend. But when impromptu hookups turn into sleepovers that include intimate pillow talk, I know I’m in trouble. Because our whiskey bargain is set to end when the bride says I do.
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I swirl, gently inhale with my mouth open, and sip. “I taste cinnamon.”
“Good girl. That’s the American oak.”
Praise from him should put me on the defensive, not make me want to strip down, but knowing he’s single only makes it worse. Laughter from the tasting room reaches us, and I shoot the drink back before I can think twice. I’m also single, and it’s for a damn good reason.
“They’re getting to you.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “It’s going to be a long four weeks.”
“All this to look like the bigger person?” I’m open and raw, but his proximity is soothing.
“They’d do it anyway. In the end, my only revenge is to look unbothered, and that’s hard to do on the sidelines.” I set the empty glass down and shoot the other one. Warm whiskey coats my insides, and I close my eyes. “Besides, each time I’m in the same room as them, January has to be wondering if he still loves me. She has to wonder if he’s checking me out when she’s not looking. When I walk by, she has to question how well he remembers me naked and sucking his dick.”
I open my eyes. Tension is scribbled across his face, and his pupils are wide. He’s focused on my lips.
“That’s gotta mess with her,” I say, my voice husky. The stiffness in my limbs is melting away as the small amount of alcohol I drank soaks into my veins. “And I hope it’s a special hell for her. I hope that no matter how much she tells herself that he chose her, the thought of me still taints her wedding.”
Several moments tick by. Did I go too far? Does he think I’m demented and that I’m not at all the bigger person? I’m a childish, selfish girl when it comes down to it. I’m scorned, and I want some retribution.
“Good girl,” he says again and drags his gaze up my face to meet my eyes. “And I can assure you, Campbell, that he very much remembers you sucking his dick.”
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