One more will never be enough…
A SHOT WITH YOU
Bourbon Brothers #2
Teri Anne Stanley
Releasing January 9th, 2017
One more will never be enough…
Bourbon is in Brandon Morgan’s blood. His family owns the best bourbon brand in the country—or it will be with his marketing genius. And after meeting the fiery daughter of a tequila distillery owner, he’s never been more sure.
His barrels, her tequila. It’s a match made in heaven. But only if he can keep his hands off the owner’s daughter…and his secrets to himself.
Lesa Ruiz will do anything to keep Little Possum afloat, but one look at Brandon’s gorgeous dimples and Lesa knows two things for sure: forever is not in the cards with this man and he’s way too sexy to resist for long.
Well, three things… Brandon is hiding something, and she’ll need to get a lot closer to figure it out and save her family’s legacy.
Q&A with Teri Anne Stanley
Describe yourself in five words or less.
Ahhh….creative, funny, kind, distractible, SQUIRREL!
Name one thing you won’t leave home without.
Other than my phone, right? Because no one leaves home without their phone. I’d have to say my planner. I started doing this Bullet Journal thing (google it, it’s cool!) last year and it’s really changed the way I stay on top of things. It’s got my calendar, my to-do list, and all the notes for all the things that usually clutter my purse and my brain. I finally invested in a nice gridded Moleskine hard back, and I love it!
Name three things on your desk right now.
An Ink Joy gel pen, a Fisher Scientific desk planner, and an Angry Mama Microwave cleaner (my day job boss gave me that as a ten-year work anniversary gift. Part of my job is herding college students through capstone research projects.)
What are some books that you enjoyed recently?
I just finished Tiffany Reisz’s Her Halloween Treat, which is a Harlequin Blaze. Totally fun. And I’m on third book of Juliana Stone’s Bad Boys of Crystal Lake series, which is sexy, and heart wrenching, and all around entertaining.
I think I’ll read Jessica Lemmon’s Bad Boy Billionaire stories next. Her books are so funny and hot and emotional—that’s going to be my reward for finishing my next manuscript. All three books in a row.
What do you like to do when you aren't writing?
I’m compulsively crafty. My office is half romance novels and author paraphernalia, and half auxiliary storage for Michaels Crafts. I especially love quilt making, knitting, and crochet, but I’ve tried everything. If you want to try a project, stop by. I’ve probably got the supplies. I can’t promise I can find them, but I bet I’ve got ‘em!
What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?
I like the funny ones. The sexy ones and emotional ones are great, but I’m always second guessing myself about them. Humor comes easy to me, which is fortunate, I think. Life is too hard not to be able to laugh about it as much as possible!
Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Thanks for reading! There’s nothing cooler than meeting someone who has read and loved one of my books. I hope you have fun meeting Brandon and Lesa. Brandon is a really good guy, but he
works too hard. Lesa brings him some desperately needed light and laughter and sexy times while he tries to show her what home really means.
Call him Mr. Excitement with as much sarcasm as you like, but he was on vacation, and he’d choose the fun. The “high adventure” he’d signed up for was as appealing as a trip to the dentist. For fillings. Without anesthetic. And it was his vacation, damn it. If he had to leave his cozy, air-conditioned stateroom and its wifi connection, he was going to live it up in a way that made him happy.
He looked at the kid and said, “Sorry, bud. I think I’m gonna contribute to my life insurance for a few more years. I’ll pass on ski-surfing today.”
“But senõr, you’ve already paid for the trip. If you join the tequila tour, you’ll have to pay again.” And I’ll lose the generous tip you’d give me for bringing you back alive. If I bring you back alive.
At least that’s what Brandon figured he meant, so he gave the kid a few bucks and escaped into the liquor store that had a sign reading, “TEQUILA TOUR! CRUISE GUESTS WELCOME!”
Before he reached the smiling attendant behind the counter, a familiar label caught his eye: BLUE MOUNTAIN BOURBON, DANGEROUS DAVE’S EIGHT BALL. Sweet. His distribution team had managed to get it out, right on time. It wasn’t available on the ship, so he snatched a bottle from the shelf and carried it back to the cashier.
“This bottle, and one ticket for the tequila tour.” He could skip the tequila tasting—yech—and have bourbon. No cactus water for him.
“You’d better hurry, amigo,” the attendant told him. “The bus is leaving.”
Brandon threw a handful of bills at the guy and sprinted from the shop, across the crumbling roadway, and leaped onto the bus filled with grinning, sunburned tourists.
As the doors shut behind him, he fell into an empty seat next to an elderly woman with purple hair. She didn’t glance away from the iPad she held to the window, videoing the
scenery, which in this case, consisted of a broken-down truck in front of a store claiming to have “Authentic Aztec silver jewelry at rock bottom closeout prices.” Brandon would have to remember to stop by there to pick up something for his mom’s birthday. Mom would appreciate authentic rock-bottom-discounted jewelry. After all, she’d loved—and still occasionally wore—the vending machine plastic gemstone ring he’d given her when he was eight.
The bus jerked with a hiss of air brakes and jolted forward.
“Welcome to the Pequeño Zarigüeya tour! Sit back and enjoy the ride as you enjoy these hits of Mexican radio.” The music that fuzzed through ancient speakers was nothing that had been produced before his parents were in diapers, but then, he wasn’t a big connoisseur of south-of-the-border pop. Maybe they did play a lot of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass here these days.
He’d made the right choice to bail on the extreme sports and could instead fantasize about mergers and acquisitions to his heart’s content. He slid the bottle of bourbon into his drawstring backpack and tucked it between his knees, grateful to have escaped another freaking adventure.
Gramps had challenged Brandon to “get the hell off the cruise ship and do something interesting. Meet some women instead of hiding in your cabin to work, for Chrissakes,” so for the last few stops he’d done things that his family and friends deemed exciting. He’d gone on a zip line tour of the rain forest in Costa Feo. And spent the next day swallowing Advil. He’d gone kayaking down the Rio Tehuantepec and wound up with mosquito bites the size of dinner plates. At least he was pretty sure he didn’t have Zika virus, always a bonus. Plus, he could check “Stretch outside of comfort zone” off of his corporate leadership self-improvement list. But he’d had enough.
This distillery tour—this was what interested him. He wouldn’t pretend that he was going to drink instead of work—as one of the sons of a prize-winning bourbon distilling family, sniffing samples of tequila and touring a distillery was work. It was market research and checking out the competition, and he loved it.
“Hey! You. Mr. Cutie Drawers!”
Brandon grunted when a sharp elbow dug into his ribs.
He sucked in a deep breath and looked at his seat mate, who grinned at him. Her lipstick-smeared teeth reminded him of a vampire ready for the second course.
“Name’s Edna VanMacintosh. From Alberta, Florida.”
“Uh, Brandon Morgan. Crockett County, Kentucky.”
“You a coal miner or a tobacco farmer?”
“Just kidding. I know there’s also horses and hillbillies in K.Y. I’m a hairdresser,” she rasped, without waiting for him to elaborate. “Was going to go on this trip with my husband for our second honeymoon, but he went and died on me.”
“I’m sorry,” Brandon told her after a beat. “So you’re taking this trip in his memory, that’s nice.”
“Nah.” She wheezed with laughter. “He died fifteen years ago. I was bumping uglies with his brother Si for a while, thought I might get him to come along, but then he died, too. I’m on this trip hoping to find me some new man-flesh.”
“Oh.” Brandon’s brain froze.
She cackled and gave his ribs another jab. “Don’t look so scared. You’re not quite man enough for me. I like ‘em a little more broken in. A few more miles on the odometer. I don’t want to spend ten years trying to teach you all the tricks.”
Brandon was torn between massive relief and the need to point out that in spite of the way his last few relationships had ended, he wasn’t wet behind the ears.
Fortunately, massive relief won out, because Edna looked like she might be inclined to want details on his skills.
“You married? You look like the marrying kind. I bet you’ve got two point four kids, too.”
“No, not married.”
“Well, why the hell not?”
“Just haven’t met the right girl, I guess.” And the one he thought was “right” turned out to be terribly, horribly, wrong.
“Hmph. You a virgin?”
Brandon coughed. “Well, ma’am—”
Edna snorted. “Just kiddin’. What kind of girl you lookin’ for? There’s a shit ton of horny women on that cruise ship back there. I’ll hook you up before we make it back to San Diego.”
“I’m not really looking—”
“Are you gay? ’Cause there’s plenty of single men hanging around, too. You like the hairy ones or the twinkly kind?”
“No, no. Not gay. But I’m not looking for anyone on this cruise.” He decided to elaborate, before she came up with any more wild assumptions. “Most of the girls I’ve met on this trip are a little too busy taking selfies and Snapchatting themselves to have a conversation.”
“Oh. Well, if you’re looking for a wife, you’re gonna be looking for a while. You’re a good-looking fella, but girls these days are all about the temporary hookup. The Redbox and Cool.”
“Netflix and Chill?”
Unfortunately, Edna was right. He’d gone out with a few women in the past few years, but he always found something that didn’t work for him with each one. Like…she didn’t want to hang out while he added one last entry—or fifty—to a spreadsheet. Or she wanted to actually go on dates instead of visiting random liquor stores to check his company’s product placement. Or maybe she’d only pretended to be crazy for him while she helped to steal thousands of dollars’ worth of inventory from his family’s business. Maybe he was too picky, but some of those things were deal breakers.
“I’m not looking for a wife,” he told her. “But some meaningful conversation would be nice.”
Edna cackled. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”
The bus made a hard left and lurched onto a—was this really a street? It seemed more like an alley. Trees scraped the windows on each side of the bus, before parting to reveal a boarded up house, followed by a weed-strewn yard full of broken-down cars and skinny dogs.
A hundred yards later, the bus groaned to a halt in front of a colorfully painted but rickety wooden fence, and half of the occupants immediately stood and shoved into the aisle. Brandon waited until there was a space and stood, too. He hoped Edna would find another victim to interrogate, but alas, she actually grabbed his belt so she wouldn’t lose him as he joined the milling crowd of partiers in front of the gate that read Pequeño Zarigüeya Entrada in colorful script.
“So what are you looking for, in case we get lucky and find you the right girl? Surgeon, lawyer, international venture capitalist?”
An international venture capitalist might be nice. They did have internet at Blue Mountain, and most of that work was on the phone or online, right? But realistically… “I don’t know. Accountant? Tax attorney?” Someone who would want to climb the corporate ladder with him, not over him.
The gate opened, and a laughing, dancing, Mexican goddess swirled out into the crowd. “Welcome to the wonderful world of tequila!” she called out. “I can’t wait to show you Pequeño Zarigüeya.”
Okay. Maybe he should add “tequila distillery tour guide” to his list of options.
Rating 3. 5 out of 5 stars
As a reader, I find myself disliking more heroines than heroes. I guess I need them to stand up more for themselves. For every 10 heroines I dislike, I hate 1 hero. Guess who I didn't like in this book. The hero aka Brandon. We didn't get along from the first page. He seemed too anal and boring to me. Even after I read the whole book and got to know him better, I can't say that I like him. He is the reason I didn't like the book. To be honest when I think of this story he is the first thing that pops into my mind and that's not a good thing. I would have liked the book if Brandon was a little different. I liked the plot line, pretty much every other character I met and the book had potential. Lesa was a good heroine and I liked her. I got her reasoning and I felt sorry for her when I saw what her father wanted her to do.
Teri Anne Stanley has been writing since she learned to hold a crayon. Though her handwriting hasn’t improved, her spelling is a little better now. She spends her days as an evil genius’s sidekick in a research lab, and her nights weaving tales of heroic hunks and sassy, smart women. When she’s not at work, Teri, Mr. Stanley, and the Stanlettes enjoy spending time at their weekend estate, located in the thriving metropolis of Sugartit, between Beaverlick and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.
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