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A Shot with You by Teri Anne Stanley
Series: Bourbon Brothers
Published by Entangled Publishing on January 9th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Format: eARC
Source: Publisher
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Also by this author: Drunk on You, Accidentally in Love with the Biker
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. Shots, anyone?
5 Reasons to Read A Shot with You
I absolutely adore this series. I’ve never been to Kentucky, or tasted bourbon, but these books make me want to do both.
This book takes place in multiple areas. The big ones are Kentucky and Mexico.
What is better than a book with a bourbon distillery…. A tequila distillery. Not a huge tequila fan, but the way the drinks are described make me want to drink it again.
Lesa and Brandon are fun! They have off the charts chemistry, and don’t try to hide their attraction.
Both have moments when they realize maybe what they thought they wanted isn’t the case anymore….
I think my favorite thing is they can laugh together over awkward moments. And you can’t help laughing with them.
A Shot with You is a quick read, and has quite a few swoony and steamy moments. We even see a few of our favorite characters from Drunk on You. You can’t go wrong with bourbon or tequila to drink while you flip through the pages.
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.
Excerpt
“Hola!” Lesa called to the crowd of cruise goers who had gathered in front of the distillery for the day’s deluxe tour and tasting.
“Hola!” responded the assortment of people.
Here she went again. Smile and act like you’re thrilled to be here. She glanced at the sky. Mama, I’m here, and I’m “helping.”
She didn’t know if Mama would be pleased with her efforts or not, but one thing was sure—entertaining the few dozen tourists who came to Pequeño Zarigüeya each week was not going to be enough to dig Papa out of the financial hole he was in.
She did want to help the distillery survive—work was the only reason Papa got out of bed anymore. Before she died, Mama told Lesa all about how she had worked there as a girl, when her own father owned the tequileria, and was planning to go away to college until the summer Papa showed up. They had met harvesting agave, and they fell in love and got married. He’d bought Pequeño Zarigüeya from Lesa’s grandfather, and they had been blissfully happy. Now Lesa must carry on. No pressure there. But more than anything, Lesa wanted the place to survive without her. The thought of spending yet another season trapped here made her want to scream. So she was going to sell tequila today with a smile on her face and hope in her heart that somehow, someway, they would find their way into the black.
Shifting her attention back to the crowd, Lesa got her head in the game and prepared to charm the gathered tourists—and get them to buy lots and lots of tequila. She evaluated the players. There were the dedicated drinkers, recognizable by their colorful shirts and goofy hats. Most of them already displayed half-drunken grins—and plastic cups—likely empty of their morning margaritas. These people would be good and thirsty by tasting time and it would be easy to coax them to the gift shop for a bottle or six to take back to the boat. Then there were the older couples, more sedate, but usually also ready for afternoon cocktails. They’d buy the cute little gift baskets to take home to family and friends.
There was usually a liquor snob or two, also. The liquor snob would ask dozens of questions that they already knew the answer to—or worse, jump in and answer questions from other guests before Lesa had a chance to open her mouth. At the tasting, they would swirl and breathe and make faces that said, “Meh,” even though Lesa knew without a doubt that her family’s tequila was the best damn booze in all of Mexico.
As for how helpful she was…Lesa really didn’t think that playing hostess to a bunch of tourists was what Papa needed right now. What he needed was a major overhaul of his business.
But this was what he asked her to do, and her English was better than the rest of the family’s. Be nice to the drunks and liquor snobs alike. Yeesh. She was up to eight know-it-all jerks already this season, and they were only a third of the way through the spring.
Ah. There was today’s know-it-all. She’d bet money on it. Tall guy in khakis and a polo shirt, bent to listen to an elderly lady with purple hair, a sports bra, and—oh, Dios—jeggings. Where the woman would weigh eighty pounds soaking wet, he was more substantial. Lean, but with broad shoulders and nice biceps, which he no doubt paid a personal trainer for. Medium-brown hair, a little short on the sides and longer on the top, but not too trendy. Younger than the usual jerk, but still. The deck shoes were a dead giveaway.
Okay. She knew who her crowd was, and if she was lucky, she’d be able to keep Booze Snob Guy as far away from her as possible.
Then he raised his head and laughed. And made eye contact.
Lesa forgot everything she was supposed to say to her guests.
His blue eyes held her still, and something she didn’t recognize settled in her midsection. It hit him, too, because a brief expression of puzzlement crossed his face before he simply stood there, smiling at her. Her awareness of the calm warmth was quickly supplanted by the intense way her nether regions reacted to him. He was a very fine-looking Americano—as Ralph Lauren handsome as any of the California surfer boys she’d known when she’d visited Los Angeles on a rare vacation during her early college days. Nice, strong face; long, straight nose; and lips…that she’d have to check out when she got closer to him.
Not good. She never, ever messed with the tourists. She rarely even dated since coming home from college to take care of Mama during her last days.
But here she was, standing in the courtyard like a silly girl, staring at a cute boy.
The moment ended when the cougar next to him whacked him on the arm and drew his attention away.
She realized that, while she’d been falling in lust—or whatever—with the hot guy in the group, she’d been standing still, not doing her job. A whole group of guests stood staring at her, their expectation blasting through the late morning heat.
“Okay, amigos, here is the plan! We’re going to make a quick stop in the tasting room for some tequila history, and then we’ll head out to witness the way my family has made tequila for generations.”
“When do we get to sample the merchandise?” one of the partiers asked.
“We’ll circle back to the tasting room a few minutes before you buy everything in our gift shop.” She laughed, and the audience laughed with her. A good sign.
She led the way through the courtyard of the tasting center and gift shop where her aunt held the fort. Tia Rita, Papa’s youngest sister, would expertly cajole the travelers to buy anything and everything tequila, and the guests would take home tequila and memories that would keep Pequeño Zarigüeya afloat just a little longer. The memories that would—hopefully—have them buying her family’s tequila and recommending it to others—if they could afford to keep making it.
Gesturing toward the open-air tasting room, she said, “Please, come in and have a seat.” People filed to the long tables and sat on benches, side by side, facing her. The good-looking man chose a seat at the end of a row, about halfway back. Still not close enough to see his mouth up close.
Stop fantasizing about his lips! It wasn’t like she’d ever kiss him. He’d be in her life for the next two and a half hours, and then he would be gone forever.
He saw her looking at him and smiled, sending that weird feeling to her gut again. His eyes followed her hand as she rubbed it across her tummy, trying to hold on to the sensation and categorize it. But—
“How long have you worked here?” The purple-haired woman stood in front of her, hands on hips.
“Ah…off and on since I was ten years old.”
“On and off? What do you do when you’re off?”
“Well…I went to college”—for almost two whole semesters—“and I like to travel.” At least, she would like to see the world, if she didn’t have to stay here and help Papa.
“Where do you travel? Who goes with you?”
Was she going to ask if she wore boxers or briefs, too? Not relevant, but she did like to personalize the tour, even if she had to stretch the truth about where she’d been into where she wanted to have been. “Everywhere I can. And mostly alone. I want to write a book about my travels on every continent on Earth.”
“Are you married?”
“No.” Okay, maybe not that personal. “Now, ma’am, if you’ll just take your seat, we can get started.”
The old lady stomped off, shaking her head. “She’s a four out of ten on my suitability scale,” she called back to the hot guy.
For his part, the hot guy gave her an embarrassed glance and shook his head before he looked away and helped his friend to sit next to him.
And her afternoon tour was underway.
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About Teri Anne Stanley
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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Reading this book contributed to these challenges:
2017 Contemporary Romance Challenge
2017 Netgalley & Edelweiss Reading Challenge
2017 New Release Challenge
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