After the death of her mother, Paget Sour did what she could to help her father, but she had no idea how bad things had gotten, both financially, or medically. As things begin to unravel, and her father’s health takes a turn for the worse, Paget faces some of the tough decisions she’s ever had to make. All she wants is to is make her father’s last few months on this earth as comfortable as possible in the safety of his home.

But she can’t do it alone. Not if she wants to pay the bills, keep the house, and protect her father.

However, the last thing she needs is the pesky bartender who happens to make the best Whiskey Sour showing up offering his help, among other things.

Boone Wilder wants one thing, and one thing only. He wants to make Paget Sour his, and his alone. She comes into his bar regularly, orders a Whiskey Sour has a good chat, and then leaves, always refusing a date. So, when he hears about her sick father, it’s Boone to the rescue.

Only, Paget isn’t easily that won over, and Boone soon realizes, if he’s going to get the woman he loves, he’s going to have to make a few changes of his own.

And he’s going to have to come clean about one very big lie.

Paige Sour has a sort of routine on Thursdays. She’d go to Boone’s bar and grill, order dinner for herself and her dad, drinking the best whiskey sour on earth while she waits. The owner Boone also spent time with her, flirting a bit while she waited. This night would prove to be a bit different than the others though.

Paget finds her father unconscious when she arrives at his home. The verdict at the hospital is that he’s had a stroke, but signs are good that he’ll get back most of what he’d lost. She wasn’t going to leave him alone at the hospital, he was very confused and angry. She needed to be there if he woke during the night.

She never expected Boone to show up.

This is a favorite scene.

Paget glanced at her wrist. “Shit. My Apple Watch is dead.”

“Your phone must be too, because I tried calling and texting a dozen times.”

“How’d you find out?” She leaned back, resting her head on the armrest of the sofa. Dark, puffy circles lined her eyes.

“A couple of neighbors talking about it at the bar who saw the ambulance. I don’t know them by name. I think they live a few streets over.”

She let out a long breath. “I appreciate you coming, but there is no need for you to stay. You should go home and get some sleep.”

“So should you. You’re not going to do your father any good if you get run-down and sick.”

“I can’t leave him here tonight. He’s scared and still doesn’t really understand what happened. The nurses said they’d come get me if he wakes up in the middle of the night.”

He eyed the size of the sofa. For a hospital couch, it was fairly wide and comfy. He had to wonder how many people crashed here overnight. “Well, if you’re staying, then I am too.” He lifted the blanket and scooted in behind her, wrapping his arm around her body, keeping her back tight to his chest, tucking his knees against hers. They fit together like the last piece of a puzzle.

“Hey. What the hell are you doing?” She wiggled, glancing over her shoulder.

He bit back a groan. “This sofa is big enough for the both of us.”

“Like hell it is.” She elbowed him in the gut. “You are not sleeping here with me.”

“I’m not leaving, and this is the only place to sleep. I’d say I’d keep my hands to myself, but that’s impossible.”

“You’re not funny.” She tucked her hands under her cheek.

He took the opportunity to slip his other arm under the pillow. What he really wanted to do was press his lips against her temple, but he wasn’t going to press his luck.

Not tonight anyway.

“Thanks for coming,” she whispered. “I owe you.”

“Nah. That’s what friends are for.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“I’d like to think so,” he said. “I mean, I don’t save a bar stool for anyone else.”

“Thanks. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my dad.”

“Don’t think twice about it. Now close your eyes and get some sleep. You need it.” He ignored the voice in the back of his head that told him that kissing her would be a mistake. It was just a little peck on her cheek. It meant nothing and at the same time it meant everything. “Good night,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.

This wasn’t the time to go making a pass at Paget. But he would be there for her, and when the time was right, he’d make his feelings known.
Jen Talty. Whiskey Sour: It’s All in the Whiskey (Kindle Locations 286-309).

Boone has been keeping a lot of things from the people her in Buhl, a big one is his real identity. He really needs to tell Paget who he really is. After all the supplement Paget believes is responsible for her mother’s death was produced and marketed by his ex-wife. The woman actually used a compound created by him, but it was never meant to be used in a supplement, and had problems of it’s own.

The plot thickens further as Paget puts her cabin on the market, she had been struggling with the debts her father had incurred with her mother’s illness even before she died. This hospitalization would put too much of a strain if she had to support two households and the treatments her father requires.

She firmly refuses monetary help from her employers, the Whiskey family, and is determined to work shifts at the bar to pay for Boone’s time sitting with her dad.

Boone is falling for Paget and she for him and they definitely heat up the pages of this book.

A few twists and turns, some surprises and a simmer to sizzle relationship.

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Jen Talty

Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.