TAMING MY
WHISKEY (Dark Knights at Peaceful Harbor #6) by Melissa Foster
Release Date: Oct 23, 2019
Publisher: World Literary Press
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Blurb:
Buckle up for a wild ride as Dixie
Whiskey finds forever love in TAMING MY WHISKEY, a funny, sexy, and emotionally
riveting standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa
Foster. The perfect love story for those who enjoy fiercely loyal and insanely
sexy alpha heroes, smart, sassy heroines, strong family bonds, bikers, babies,
and more!
Being the princess of the Dark
Knights motorcycle club doesn’t come with a white knight or a fairy-tale
castle, and that’s okay, because Dixie Whiskey has never needed a man to slay
her dragons or make her whole. Even so, after watching each of her brothers
fall in love, she’d sure like a shot at her own happily ever after. But with
the Dark Knights watching over her and the only man she’s ever wanted out of
reach, she’s not holding her breath.
As the launch of Silver-Stone Cycles’
biggest line approaches, Jace Stone is left needing a favor from the one woman
who holds the power to take him to his knees. He knows when it comes to
sinfully gorgeous and sharp-tongued Dixie Whiskey, he must stay on his toes and
keep his walls firmly in place. But Jace needs her for his business—and Jace
Stone always gets what he wants.
When the tall, gruff, and darkly
handsome biker presents an opportunity that any other woman might see as the
chance of a lifetime, Dixie turns him down flat. But Jace is determined, and he
pulls out all the stops—sending Dixie’s overprotective brothers up in arms.
Rebellious Dixie takes a stand—going after the freedom, and the man, she’s
always wanted. One scorching kiss leads to an undeniable connection, but Jace
isn't looking to be tied down, and Dixie refuses to play second fiddle. Can two
untamable hearts find forever love in each other’s arms?
For more hot Whiskey love, check out
Melissa’s other Whiskey novels.
TRU BLUE
TRULY MADLY WHISKEY
DRIVING WHISKEY WILD
WICKED WHISKEY LOVE
MAD ABOUT MOON
And don't miss RIVER OF LOVE, the
first story in which the Whiskeys were introduced!
The Whiskeys are perfect beach reads
with depth of story, strong family ties, and a wealth of emotions. Small town
love stories with happily ever afters guaranteed
Excerpt:
She walked over to a table where
three guys had just finished their beers and grabbed their empty bottles.
“Refills?”
“Yeah, thanks,” one of the guys said.
She walked away with the human inferno that
was Jace Stone on her heels.
“Dixie, how can you be upset with me? I
gave you a twenty-thousand-dollar donation for the auction.”
She set the bottles on the bar and said,
“Which I truly appreciate, but giving of yourself and giving money are two
different things. One is easy and mindless. The other tells me who you are. It
was a real eye-opener.” She crossed her arms and said, “What did you need help
with anyway?”
Diesel grabbed the empty bottles, and
Dixie said, “Another round, please.”
“I’m rolling out the Legacy line in the
fall.”
“So I’ve heard. Bear’s pretty excited.”
In addition to working at Whiskey Automotive, Bear worked part-time designing
and building custom motorcycles for Jace’s company. He hadn’t worked on the
Legacy line, but he raved about it.
“We all are. This line is my baby. I’ve
put blood, sweat, and tears into it. It’s the first motorcycle line that will
have bikes designed specifically for women. Nobody’s doing that, Dix. This is a
huge deal.”
Bear had told her all about Jace’s
innovative, sleek designs for women. It was a genius idea, and it didn’t
surprise her that Jace had come up with it. But she couldn’t help thinking
about Jace researching the contours
of women’s bodies…
Diesel put three bottles on the bar, eyes
locked on Jace. “Stone,” he said
evenly.
“Diesel.” Jace lifted his chin in the
manly greeting Dixie was accustomed to.
“Thanks, Diesel,” Dixie said, and as she
headed to the table with Jace beside her, she said, “Congratulations on the
line, but what does it have to do with needing me?” She set the bottles down,
flashed a smile at the customers, and said, “Can I get you boys anything else?”
One of them looked her up and down
lasciviously. Jace stepped closer, and the guy shifted his eyes away and said,
“No. We’re good.”
Dixie spun on her heels, grabbed Jace’s
arm, and dragged him to the side of the room. She felt Diesel’s antennae
springing and glanced at the bar, mouthing, I’m
fine! Turning her attention to Jace, she spoke in a harsh whisper. “You
just fucked up my tip, and I don’t appreciate it. So whatever you have to say,
say it and be gone, okay? I’ve got work to do.”
“That guy was looking at you like you
were a piece of meat.”
“No shit. They all do.” Except now that
she was thinking about it, Jace never had. Not once. In fact, in all the years
she’d known him, this was the longest he’d ever looked at her. He didn’t live
in Peaceful Harbor, but he traveled there often to see his brother Jared, who had signed up for the auction. Jared
owned a restaurant in Pleasant Hill and lived there for several months out of
the year. “I have a lot to do, Jace, so if you have more to say, please get on
with it.”
“I’m launching a women’s clothing line
called Leather and Lace when we launch the Legacy line. We’re making a calendar
to promote the clothing and the new bikes. The photo shoot is next week, and
the woman I hired to model got hurt and can’t make it. I want you to replace her.”
She blinked several times, unable to
believe what she was hearing. An incredulous laugh tumbled out. “Do you even
fucking know me, Stone? I am not a pinup girl!” She took a step away
and he grabbed her arm, tugging her back to him and keeping her so close, she
could see flecks of gold in his sexy hazel eyes.
“This is important to me, Dixie. I don’t
want someone who fakes being a biker. I want an authentic woman. I want you.”
“Do I need to point out that I was your second choice, or maybe your tenth. I don’t know or care, because any
way you cut it, the answer is no. I
told you, I’m not a pinup girl.” She held his steady gaze with an ice-cold one
of her own and said, “For the record, Whiskeys don’t play second fiddle to
anyone. Sorry, Stone, but you’re out of luck.”
“Come on, Dixie,” he pleaded gruffly.
“I’ll let you auction me off.”
“Too little, too late. The ballot is full.” The lie felt victorious. She
yanked her arm free and said, “I have customers to help. Good luck with the
line. I’m sure, like everything you touch, it will turn to gold.”
“With you on board, it’ll be legendary.”
“No.”
He leaned closer and lowered his voice to
say, “This isn’t over, kitten.”
“What the hell did you just say?” Anger
simmered inside her. She poked him in his rock-hard chest and said, “I’m
nobody’s kitten, and you’re this close to earning a knee to your
groin.”
“You definitely know how to use those
claws, and you’re so sweet I bet you purr,”
he said arrogantly. “You know you want to do it, Dix.”
His eyes drilled into her, causing heat
to sear through her veins and her traitorous nipples to pebble into aching
peaks. Damn, he played dirty.
About the
Author:
Melissa Foster is a New York Times
& USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and
heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally
compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page.
Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family
oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading
about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.
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