Bar, pub, speakeasy,
tavern, cocktail lounge.
What do all these have in common?
They’re places for drinking, places for talking, places for meeting, and in this anthology, they’re places to fall in love.
Pull up a seat, grab a drink, and enter the worlds of five romance authors for some steamy heroes, strong heroines, and sexy-as-hell sin. Cocktail recipes
to seduce your sweetie included!
When billionaire Mason Carter discovers his longtime crush Luci Cruz has packed her bags and is leaving town forever, he’s got twenty-four hours to convince her to take one last chance on love. Will a wild night at a notorious speakeasy and a trip down memory lane be enough to win her heart?
This book had me giggling almost from the start. As Mason makes the effort to seduce Luci with his words in a NY airport lounge.
Luci definitely gets the best of him when she throws her grant rejection in his face. Not so easy now is it Mason.
This is a favorite scene.
Mason’s face transforms from guarded to shocked so fast I let out a giggle. Did he really think I was going to hop in the sack with him just because he’s Mason-hot-body-Carter?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What do you mean you have no idea what I’m talking about? Your paperwork says you personally review every application.”
He squirms in his seat, looking distinctly uncomfortable, and my heart sinks a bit. “All that stuff about nothing being wrong with my ass, and about finding someone who appreciates my curves… that was all B.S., wasn’t it?”
He shakes his head, jaw clenched. “No,” he grits. “I swear it wasn’t.”
“But you saw perfection,” I push. Because I can’t not>/em> push, and that’s why I’ve been in a relationship desert for over a year. “I gave you a rock solid business plan and you turned it down. Without even an explanation.” I signal the waiter for my check. I’m done here. I give him a polite smile. “I should thank you, really. I wouldn’t be here if you’d said yes.”
The bartender drops the tab and Mason’s hand lands on the leather folder with a thunk. “Don’t go? Let me make it up to you.”
His eyes say please and my pussy shouts yes. But I have to keep my dignity. It’s all I have left. But I can’t resist dropping a kiss on the hollow made where his cheekbone and jaw connect. Arousal sizzles through me like lightning on wet wood. A hint of his stubble burns my lips, and the scent of him — woodsy and masculine — like he’s a lumberjack and not a billionaire, makes my womb quiver. His hands, his mouth, could make my body sing, and I have to clench my thighs together to avoid melting into a puddle right here. “Maybe another time,” I say with more than a little regret. “See you ‘round, Mason.”
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 182-196).
Plans thwarted, Mason gets creative and gets on the same plane with Luci. Conversation heats up as turbulence scares Luci. I think my kindle melted.
Lots of fun, laughter, and plenty of heat!
5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!
There ought to be laws against what happened to that wedding cake, abandoned or not. Sure, it was sexy, good fun of the dirtiest variety but it was the kind of mistake career-minded wedding planner Lanie Malone won’t repeat. At least not until next Saturday when she’s once again face to face with Jason Henley, the bossy, all-trouble hotel owner who won’t settle for just one night.
For Lanie Malone, the wedding planner there is nothing worse than a disgruntled bride with a destroyed wedding cake. Being the resourceful person she is, she enlists the help of the hotel owner Jason Henley and between the two of them they find another cake. Then things get even worse as the bride catches the groom with a bridesmaid and calls everything off.
This is a favorite scene after Lanie calls her boss.
Peeking from between my fingers, I ask, “Are you trying to cheer me up?”
He shrugs. “Maybe I am.” Then reaching past me to the cake, he scoops up a tiny bit of frosting on his finger.
I think he’s going to pop it in his mouth for a taste, but then his eyes meet mine and the air thins in my lungs. Because that look.
Damn it, I need to stop this. I should head back to the BB office and wait for Connie. But I can’t move. I can’t swallow or breathe as the corner of his mouth hitches, and instead of bringing the frosting to his mouth… he’s bringing it toward mine.
My heart is racing and my belly is like a YouTube trampoline video on triple speed.
Only then he bypasses my mouth altogether and dabs that sugar sweet glob on my nose. “Cheer up.”
Something inside me snaps. Reaching behind me, I grab a few fingerfuls, spin on my stiletto and smush it into Jason’s stunned face. And like the devil inside me has taken over completely, rub it back and forth across his sexy stupid mouth. “You know what? That did cheer me up.”
My manic satisfaction doesn’t even last a heartbeat before Jason’s eyes change, filling with an unholy light as they narrow on me.
Swiping the buttercream and cake off his face, he takes a menacing step closer.
Oh shit. “Jason, no.” Hands coming up in a pacifying gesture, I take a quick step back— tripping right into the cake table.
Our eyes meet for a split second— mine horrified, his delighted — before it happens. The slow tilt and slide of the table going out from under me.
“Shit, Laine!” Jason lunges forward, catching me with a strong arm around my waist, but neither one of us are fast enough to get clear before one hundred pounds of cake takes out our legs. We’re going down, and we’re going down together.
The cake hits the floor. We land on top of it… or rather, Jason lands on top of it and I land on top of him with a mushy layer of twice abandoned cake erupting around us.
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 1244-1246).
Jason and Lanie seem to be fighting an incredible attraction. Even as her boss is close to firing her because of the cancelled at the last minute weddings that seem to be plaguing her.
Lots of laughs, some sticky situations, and plenty of heat in this very enjoyable read.
5 Contented Purrs for Mira Lyn!
Jake Russo has fought for everything he’s earned, and he’s not about to give up the bar he’s sweated over to spoiled Lacey Scott. She can kiss his ass and go back to where she flew in from. But what happens when she kisses him instead? And what if he does a lot more than kiss her back?
Lacey left town and moved to France as an au pair years ago. Her father had expected her to stay or at the very least come home for more than just a visit. When he dies he leaves her his bar The Leather and Lace Lounge with some very specific conditions to be met. Conditions that were a shock to her system.
A year where she can’t leave or sell and has to run the bar with Jake Russo otherwise he gets it all. She does have some time to consider this, a couple of days anyway.
This is a favorite scene.
“I think, as long as you’re here, the bar is yours. You don’t have to decide until you go back to Paris.”
That gave me two days to make a decision or reschedule my flight back to France. I could do this.
It was a big decision. Nana took her arm from around my shoulders and let me walk in front of her since the door wouldn’t fit us both.
I walked out and ran into my next sexual fantasy.
He was tall— several inches over my five-seven, around six-one or six-two— with dark hair that was on the verge of needing a trim and dark eyes that I could get lost in while he fucked the shit out of me.
Who’s this mystery man? Besides being the one who I was going to masturbate to when I got my libido back.
“Oof,” came out of my grandmother as she ran into my back.
It was a little embarrassing, but at least it knocked me out of my sexual stupor.
I shook my head and stepped off to the side.
Sexual Fantasy held out his hand to Nana. “Hi, Kathy. Sorry I didn’t speak to you at the funeral yesterday.”
This guy was at my father’s funeral?
Despite being upset, I’d think I still would have noticed this man.
“It’s totally understandable. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone either.”
Sexual Fantasy cleared his throat, his eyes turning miserable. “George will be missed.”
This guy sounded like he really cared about my father.
“He will be,” Nana agreed.
Sexual Fantasy turned to me. “Sorry for your loss, Lacey.”
“Thank you. Same to you?” I guessed since he seemed so sad about my father’s passing.
“Thank you,” he answered sincerely. He cleared his throat. “Listen, I know this is a horrible time to talk about stuff like this, but I know we don’t have a lot of time before you head back to Europe. I’m available all day today and tomorrow. Mr. Bernard said we can take care of everything with him. He’ll make it as quick and painless as possible.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry. Take care of what?” I asked, confused.
“Oh.” He raised his eyebrow. “The bar. We can take care of the bar situation.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you have to do with the bar situation?”
Nana stepped over to Sexual Fantasy and put her arm on the guy. “Lacey, this is Jake. Jake Russo. He gets the bar when you go back to Paris.”
I gritted my teeth. The two of them sounded so confident that I was going to forfeit my inheritance, even after the conversation my grandmother and I had just had in the restroom.
And who in the hell gave Jake Russo the right to be so fricking sexy? The last time I had seen him, he’d been a skinny beanpole. Now, his muscles had muscles, and nothing on him was skinny.
There went my sexual fantasy, which almost pissed me off the most. I had been looking forward to a few minutes of escaping life with my vibrator tonight.
I took a deep breath and leaned in close. I gave him and Nana a fake smile. “I appreciate everyone’s concern, but I’m staying.”
Two pairs of eyes grew wide. One brown, one blue.
“That’s right. You can cancel your stupid appointment with Mr. Bernard because I’m not going anywhere.”
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 2478-2482).
This one is a lot of fun too. These two go head to head and lips to lips almost right away on a dare.
Plenty of heat, some misunderstandings and other little unexpected twists.
5 Contented Purrs for R.L.
Bartender Finn O’Meara, the self proclaimed Irish Casanova, has met his match. He’s planned everything to perfection, and he’s got the girl right where he wants her. There’s just one little twist – will she come around? Or is he just a legend in his own mind?
Oh my! Addie has some severe anxiety and OCD, I would think she’d be on some sort of medication to help with it but I guess it’s necessary for this story.
Finn on the other hand is outgoing and flirty. He’s also madly in love with Addie. Getting her to fly to Kansas City for her annual visit to her parents, meet up with friends and go to the music festival is all part of a larger plan for him. One where she flies to Dublin with him.
But first he is going to ask for her hand in marriage, that is if he gets a moment alone with her condescending father.
This is a favorite scene.
“About time you showed up. We waited, but finally just had them seat us,” the over tanned, overstuffed man with the wiry combover grumbles. And just that quickly, I’m about over him.
“Sir, my apologies. I had an errand and it took a bit longer than I anticipated.” I reach forward to shake his hand and come up empty. The arse leaves me hanging. With a deep breath, I pull back and wait for his lovely wife to release Addie from an uncomfortable hug and wrap her hand in both of mine. “Mrs. Huntington, delightful to see you again.” She giggles as I hold her chair for her, and then Addie, getting them settled before I take my seat between Addie and her father.
“Adelaide. Nice of you to squeeze us into your work trip.” Mr. H lifts a glass of vodka, draining in one go. “Not sure why you brought the ginger snap, though,” he grumbles low enough so that Addie and her mum miss it.
And there it is. The big man of the hour, the one who thinks he’s better than the rest of us, pulls all the attention to himself. Or maybe it’s just me he thinks he’s better than.
Dinner carries on much the same. Most of us dealing in pleasantries and one of us being a prick.
After we order dessert, Addie and her mum whisper a bit and excuse themselves to the restroom, leaving me alone with the arse— or giving me the opportunity I need. Either will do.
“Mr. Huntington, I’d like to have a word with you, if I may.”
He lifts his empty glass in the air and rattles it at a passing waitress. He looks everywhere, but at me.
“Sir, I love your daughter. Her vibrancy, her passion— she’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I can’t imagine my life without her. Sir, I—”
“And you what? See a great opportunity for a green-card? Huh?” He leans forward in his seat, eyebrows raised, his meaty finger pounding into the surface of the table.
“No sir. I’ve my citizenship sorted, already and—”
“You think you’re good enough for her? A bartender? Pffft, I don’t think so, boy.” He looks around and smacks his tumbler against the tabletop mumbling, “What’s a man got to do to get a drink around here?”
“I own the pub now,” I tell him, my heart pressing into my throat like it does every time I think about Francie McBride willing the place me. Entrusting me with it. “I’ve owned it for coming on a year, sir. And with all due respect—”
“Yeah, you think you know respect? You know nothing. Respect isn’t something you kids know anything about. Look at my daughter. That hair? The way she dresses? Hell, she doesn’t respect herself or me. You think it’s not embarrassing having a pink haired, nose pierced troll doll for a daughter? I’m a lawyer for Christ’s sake. I have an image to protect.” His face is dangerously red, eyes bugging out at me as he plows on, “That girl, never falling in line. Not looking like she should. Probably a good thing she left the damn state and didn’t come back. Belongs in a place like that— New York, California— better for my image if she’s not here.” A vein pops out on the side of his forehead, making him look like a right, stubby little knob.
“Do what you want. Get your damn green card, ’Snaps. Just don’t send her back here until she’s straightened out.” He stands, hiking his trousers high on his portly gut and stalks to the bar muttering under his breath.
I don’t know why, but I’m stunned. Absolutely blown away by what this man just said. By his attitude towards his daughter. To me, she’s most beautiful person in the world. How can he not see that?
“Finn, you okay?” Addie’s voice dances around me, enveloping me. She skims her hand across my shoulder and leans into my ear. “Are they bringing us dessert to go? Because I’m so over this.”
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 3795-3797).
Now Finn’s plans for the proposal go awry and he really should have listened to his friend.
Addie also has to come to terms with her own issues, but she does realize she loves Finn.
Finn’s got his work cut out for him after a very public rejection, and the hope Addie finds in a visit to Sierra at There In Spirits.
I loved the way this story plays out, a fun read with laughter, tears and quite a bit of heat.
5 Contented Purrs for K.C.!
Bridget Riley is getting married. So what if she’s more excited about the wedding than the groom? Being an adult means making boring choices. Until one unexpected decision changes everything.
Nothing like finding out your fiancé is a cheating SOB while at your bachelorette party. I really love the way Bridget handles it though.
This is a favorite scene.
My dress is definitely queenly. I picked it with Diana in mind. Kate was just a tad too understated for my liking. How are all eyes supposed to be on my perfect Kardashian liner if I’m in a minimalist dress? No, I needed a thousand yards of tulle. At least. Sure, I won’t be able to pee all day, but one must pay the price of glory. Besides, I have a rather Kate situation all ready for the reception dress change. Very demure in the front, all long sleeves, then a slutty low cut in the back. Also, it’s bright red.
I like the idea of being a scarlet woman right about now.
I breath deep and watch Molly’s nostrils flare as she pretends not to be annoyed that I just blinked and she’ll have to do my liner for a fourth time. I wonder if she’s ever met Sierra. The two could use each other, I think. Mixing up the visible annoyance and the dimple-deflection could probably make both of them better. Or, perhaps, it could turn them into the perfect weapon. I decide they should never meet, and the horror of the idea keeps my eyes wide open long enough for Holly to line and mascara my bottom lashes without interference this time.
Once four of my sisters fluff my gown into place, I take a deep breath. This is it. This is the last moment before the ceremony. I should probably hug them, but they’d crush my tulle. Instead, I channel Diana yet again, and nod regally. They nod back.
I nod at Molls. She rolls her eyes.
“Are we ready? Ladies? I need you to be ready, okay?” My little wedding coordinator is suddenly in the doorway, bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes and quivering like a cold chihuahua. She might be on coke, it’s always hard to say with girls that hyper and skinny, but I sort of hope she is because that means she’ll be super organized and make sure my wedding goes off without a hitch. Perfect.
Daddy is waiting for me in the hallway. He smiles at me like I’m his little princess. I am, too. Erin is a poser, and my other sisters are just that. Others. Extras. I love them, and I wouldn’t trade my big family for anything, but we all know my parents got it right the first time around, and there was no pressing need to attempt to replicate it.
Sure didn’t stop them trying, though. Seven more times.
I’m so glad they’re here to support me.
I take Daddy’s arm and wait for the bouncy little planner to wave me into the sanctuary, where every single person I know and an equal number I don’t are all watching for me to step out and blow them away.
I only have eyes for Brian, just like everyone said I would.
We take short little steps up the aisle, and I’m beaming around because today is going to be unforgettable, and then we’re there at the altar and Daddy’s giving me away, and all my bridesmaids are already crying which makes me start too.
I hold one finger up for Father Paddy, so he knows not to start in quite yet. Brian fumbles for his best man’s decorative handkerchief for me. I accept it, then turn and face my audience.
“I want to thank you all so much for being here today. It really means a lot,” I tell them. Everyone looks confused, and Brian’s gripping my arm. Pre-vow speeches aren’t standard Catholic fare. Ma mouths, “turn around” at me, but I will not.
“There’s someone else here in spirit today,” and I see a lot of faces realize I’m probably just having a Moment over Nana, who died a few months ago. “Her name is Staci, and I’d just like to read a few words that Brian wrote about her.”
I glance over to enjoy the sight of the blood draining from his face as I reach into my Kardashian-wedding cleavage and retrieve my phone. I clear my throat and read verbatim some highlights from the text chain about Staci-the-nurse.
“U do things with ur body my girlfriend never does lol.”
The murmurs are starting already.
“Thinking about u naked is the only thing getting me thru this rehearsal dinner lol.” And finally, “Tomorrow’s the big day, send nudes lol.”
None of my bridesmaid sisters are crying anymore, I guess because they were more upset about the idea I might go through with it than they were moved by my beauty. One or two of the groomsmen are already starting to shuffle backward, and Brian looks like he might faint. I feel absolutely triumphant.
“I’m not marrying him, obviously, but my parents spent a lot of money on this reception and there’s an open bar, thank you, Ma and Daddy! So I hereby declare this wedding an Irish wake for my relationship with this disgusting, cheating weasel. See you in the reception hall!” I wonder if I should bow, then decide Diana wouldn’t have.
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 4450-4485).
Now after walking out on the groom and going to the reception, one would expect a wild time. Well that it was but it also has Bridget marrying the DJ Phoenix.
Lots of laughs, fun, some tears and plenty of sizzling heat.
5 Contented Purrs for Kayti!
Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!
Feel free to drop her a line (links below) – She loves to hear from her readers!
Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.
R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
They met in college and bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed.
They write sexy paranormal romance and steamy contemporary romance that make you laugh.
Karin is a New York Girl living in a Midwest world. A connoisseur of great words, fine bourbon, and strong coffee, she’s married to the love of her life who is also her best friend. The mother of two grown men, she is proud to say that they can cook, open car doors for the ladies, and clean up after themselves (you’re welcome, world). Even though her boys no longer live at home, the three dogs she’s rescued have taken up their empty space.
Kayti McGee is a proud Kansas Citian who wishes that Tom Hiddleston would just call her already. Besides writing, her hobbies include napping, daydreaming, and murder shows on Netflix. She also writes as the latter half of Laurelin McGee. Send her wine, and stay sexy.