Martini Blue Novels & Stories

Lisa asked not really knowing any drinks they might have except wine and she was sick of it. “A mermaid cocktail is my favourite.” She said smiling. “Then I’ll go with that too.” lisa replied. In a moment they had two glasses filled with vivid blue and slightly steaming drinks. Lisa viewed it with suspicion. “Trust me.” Indi said and took a big sip of hers. Lisa took a deep breath before trying hers. It was definitely better than she expected, she thought, but also incredibly sweet. “What about Nela and Mira? Should we get them something?” lisa asked.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

Out loud, he said, "What about the blue one?" Both women turned to stare at him. "What blue one?" Elara demanded. "The one Marta showed you third. Dark blue, simple, no ridiculous sleeves." He gestured vaguely. "That one." Elara blinked. "You were paying attention?" "I'm always paying attention to you, tesoro." Her cheeks flushed pink, and Kieran's wolf purred in satisfaction. Marta disappeared into the back room and emerged with the dress in question. It was simple...almost severe in its elegance. Dark navy blue, long-sleeved, with a neckline that was modest but flattering. No embellishments. No ridiculous frills. Just clean lines and quality fabric.

His call made the owner of the name turn her head. "Yes, sir?" "Extra points for this morning's briefing from me, please pay more attention to the front liners. Serve customers with sincerity as per our slogan." "Of course, sir," Marta replied with a faint smile. Her lips, painted in a soft red shade, added to her allure. "Is there anything else?" She also dared to look at the handsome and gallant man standing beside her. The light blue color of the shirt he was wearing that morning added to Thomas's handsome and gallant demeanor.

It’s extremely unpleasant, how do they stand it? “Just focus on me,” Chris says, kissing my cheek. Now that I can easily do. I smile and lean into him and breathe in his heavenly aroma, letting it shield me from the unpleasant scents in the room. “I’m going to go get us some drinks, what does everyone want?” Marcus asks. “Dry martini, please,” says Eric as he leans into Vitali. “Gin and tonic,” says Vitali. “Sea Breeze for me, thanks,” says Chris.

The man asked with a grin, Joan chuckled softly before placing the glass back on the table “It sure is” she answered back with a soft smile “Of course it would be, its either I have bourbon or a martini. If you’re really into it and if you’re all about the taste you would pick up on the herbaceous and the slight sweeter taste of the vermouth” he gesticulated with his fingers like he was pinching something. Joan was indeed flattered by his knowledge of Martini that she blushed, “ You know your Martini!” she complimented

"What's this drink?" Mia's face lit up with a smile. "That's a martini!" Luciana's brow furrowed. "Mar-what?" Mia chuckled and enunciated slowly, "Mar...ti...ni." "It tastes awful!" she shouted back, her eyes fixed on the drink as if it had offended her. Mia laughed. "That's because it's strong!" “is it alcohol?” “yes.” With a look of disgust, Luciana set the glass down on the bar and pushed it away. "No thanks."

We clink our glasses before shooting the colorful shots. May he rest in peace, huh? More like may he enjoy living like a high-school girl until his job is done. Sucker. I’m glad I’m not effeminate enough to pull that off like he is. He better get it done quickly before the weather warms up. Texas can go from forty to a hundred in one day. Slater orders us all drinks and more shots. These shots are blue with matching drinks he called Blue Mermaids. I wish I just had a bottle of Pooka instead. The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will.

Kendi asked slyly. My heart skipped, but I forced a calm reply. “I… I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything to me.” A lie. My eyes darted back to the bartender. I caught him watching me, brows knitted, before he quickly covered it with a smile and slid the glass toward me. “Presenting: a French Martini, made just for the beautiful lady. Did you know it has a meaning?” Kendi and I exchanged a curious look. “You should taste it first,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

I gasped after trying something called a Rusty Nail. Molly laughed, patting my back. “Yeah, that one’s not for beginners.” But then the bartender slid a bright blue cocktail in front of me. “Try this one. Blue Hawaiian. Coconut rum, blue liqueur, and pineapple juice.” I took a wary sip, expecting the worst, but felt my eyes widen as the cocktail slid down my throat. It was sweet but not too sweet, with a tropical flavor that made me feel like I had made it to my bucket list oceanside destination after all. “Oh my Goddess. This is amazing.”