Tequila Romance Novels & Stories

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Rodion Konstantin —------- I tossed the keys back on a nearby slab and walked to the mini bar in the house. I craved a drink so badly. I took a bottle of tequila, and without using a glass, I began taking heavy sips with the bottle. The whole marriage contract sabotaged me. There was no way Romero signed a contract; he hated knowing that Alessia was out here in mafia territory. I needed to meet him so quickly. He also had a pending business with me; I would blow his brain if he thought Alessia would be safe married to Mafioso.

"Because of this thing called TequilaDo you know you stole a kiss from me?" "You are lying..." She giggled under her hand. "I am not and truth be told I wanted more.. After we shared that kiss something inside me wanted to make you mine.You are the best thing that has ever happened to me baby..." "Cheers," She lifted her shot glass up, I hadn't realised she had ordered another round. "Cheers to us bab." We clinked our glasses and downed the tequila.When short and sweet by Sauti Sol began playing on the background, Jima dragged me to the dancefloor and began dancing like her life depended on it.My girl has awesome moves.

She brought back a tray holding 4 shot glasses and a bottle of Don Julio 1942 Anejo. We all took a shot of tequila and dedicated it to good health, good business and good love.

I noticed there were about seven people plus us, all of them men. The bartender quickly asked, "Que puedo conseguirte?" 'What can I get you?' My wife Tammie said, "Tequila con gusano por favor." 'Tequila with a worm please.' This got a lot of woops from the local men that were sitting all about. I nudged my wife. "If you eat that worm you won't be able to walk out of here," I pleaded. "I will be fine, Roy," she insists. I shook my head, feeling trouble start to surround us.

I obey, but I stoop down to grab the little bottle of tequila that I see at the bottom of the bar on my way. “Fay,” Kent groans, reaching for me as I come close and pulling me on top of him so that my knees straddle his lap, a bottle of tequila in one of my hands and my whiskey cocktail in the other. “Honestly, girl,” he says, pulling me closer to him with two hands on my waist, “I can dress you in La Pearla and give you a cocktail made with twenty-year-old Bourbon, but you’ll still want tequila and tell me your favorite part of the drink I made is the two cent’s worth of sugar.”

Riki said. “We got no Tequila,” Clark said “There is!” Jeff said. He left and returned to the house with tequila, lemon, and salt on a paper platter. “Oh, girls, let’s do this!” Riki said. Riki poured tequila into four glasses and handed it to the girls. “Kampay!” exclaimed Jeff. Simultaneously, the women drank tequila and took salt and sliced lemon. The boys were pleased. “What a surprise you drink, Gaby!” says Jeff. Gaby frowned, and Jeff laughed at her.

Ted was a fixture at Fandangos, a man who laid the fake Spanish charm on with a trowel, but had a heart of absolute gold. "Table for two, my friend?" Ted asked, grabbing a pair of menus. "Yes, please, Ted. Also, could we get a Tequila Lime Lemonade for the lady, and a lime soda for me, please?" I asked, remembering Cleo telling me about her favourite drink during our week of messaging on Lovebomb. Cleo looked up at me, her brown eyes wide with genuine surprise and pleasure.

She waggled her brows at me. "Fucking margaritas," I groaned. "I don't know why I let you talk me into that third round. I have no idea what I said after that much tequila. I probably would've claimed that I had it bad for anyone at that point." "Tequila is like truth serum. Or maybe it's more like an aphrodisiac, where the more you have, the hornier you get." She dropped her head back. "I'll admit that I was all revved up on Friday night, too. After three margaritas and all the talk about how Deacon's eyes burned, or his broad chest, or his long, muscled legs . . . I was so turned on. Lucky I didn't meet any man on my way home."

Tessa screamed over the music, grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the crowd. We shoved our way to the front, and before I could even say anything, five shots of dark tequila were lined up on the sticky counter. The liquid looked menacing under the neon lights. "To Sloane," Tessa yelled, raising her glass. "The last night she's technically, legally, totally single. Let us get ruined." The girls cheered, slamming their glasses together. I hesitated for a split second, staring at the amber liquid. If my mother had seen me right then, she would've had a literal heart attack. Adrian would've probably just smiled that polite, disappointed smile of his.