Tequila Romance Novels & Stories

Since no one wanted to risk making a mistake and embarrassing themselves, this time, only Samuel and Lucius dared to taste the wine. The hostess announced the final answer for this round: “This wine is a 50-year-old Tequila Ley. Congratulations to Young Master Hayes for guessing correctly. Unfortunately, Mr. Lucius Knight, your answer of ‘Chictra’ from Jalisco, was incorrect.” Upon hearing the name of the rare wine, the crowd erupted in excitement. Who hadn’t heard of the legendary Tequila? This luxurious bottle encrusted with 6,000 diamonds was indeed famous. No one could help but gasp in awe!

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Of Emiliano Romero, there was no news, it was known that he was in the fields, but she had never been able to see him. The winter break finally arrived in Argentina, and since she was not allowed to visit her beloved homeland, she had no choice but to redeem her way of thinking and make use of the car that had been assigned to her at the beginning of the mission, then she rented a cottage in Entre Ríos and spent her vacation under the cozy fire of the salamander and the so relaxing aroma of the hawthorn. In the second week of winter vacation, he had run out of provisions, so he decided to leave the comforting cabin and go shopping. He went into the first store he could find, filled the trunk

He asked them. "Tequila, obviously," Rosalina shouted, causing everyone to groan. "What?" she asked. Rosalina loved tequila, but everyone didn't exactly love her after a couple of shots. She was loud and crazy sober. Give her some tequila and no one was safe. "Can we do vodka or something else tonight. Please," Isaac, Joni's fiancé begged. He just graduated law school and was staring at his father's law firm on Monday, a hangover all weekend was not the way he planned on preparing.

Yvonne made a sound filled with disgust and facepalm. Alpha Uther rose from his seat and walked to the sideboard where he grabbed a crystal decanter filled with brandy. The stopper made a soft pop as he pulled it out, and he set it on the table with a thunk. He picked up a heavy crystal glass, and the ice cubes clinked as he scooped them into the glass. He then poured the amber liquid into the glass and watched it ripple over the ice. The aroma of the liquor was heady, and he inhaled deeply before taking a long sip. The warmth spread through his chest, and he sighed in relief.

“This looks like fun.” “The only way to drink tequila,” Cameron sat back on to his heels. “Though it was missing lemon and salt.” “I’ll slice the lemons,” Heath chuckled and walked over to the table, making room. “Aislen, you know where the salt is?” Aislen retrieved the salt from the cupboard and knelt opposite to Cameron. Cameron dipped his finger into the tequila and drew a line down Rhett’s body. “The salt will stick better,” he told Aislen as he dusted it over the line. “Lemon juice works just as well.”

Because she had one too, she knew what someone that was talented with a piercing could do during sex. They yelled back and forth and they laughed as the party got louder and more furious. They had an eclectic chemistry between them. Six screwdrivers for her and five rum and Cokes, two beers and a shot of Jose Cuervo made a lot of chemistry. He had another shot of Tequila and kissed Rachell. The sour tang of the drink mixed with the sweet taste of her lips. Lars kissed her again and she ran her fingers along the tips of his spiked Mohawk hair. Their tongue piercings clinked in their mouths, making them both laugh. Rachell felt loose and relaxed and very horny. She leaned over, resting her han

Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses. Her eyes were filled with tears as she couldn't believe that Dennis would do something so ravishing for her. "This is beautiful," she admitted with tears in her eyes. "You deserve more princess, I just want to make this night special for us" Dennis held her hand and they both walked towards a chair beside the beautifully decorated dining table. He let out the chair and allowed her to sit making it comfortable for her, his gaze so dawning on her like he feared she might vanish away from his sight if he dared to look away.

Sierra almost felt out of place, she wasn’t one for large crowds or masses of attention like they were both receiving now and if it weren’t for Roman’s thumb stroking across the back of her hand as they walked, she would surely have run for the hills already. “Two shots of tequila.” He raised two fingers at the bartender, setting the half-empty champagne glasses on the counter. “Are you okay?” Roman focussed his attention on her when they stopped at the bar, the concern in his eyes was evident and her heart lightened a bit. “I’m fine.” She smiled reassuringly, it wasn’t a lie, being by his side made her feel like no crowd was too big or an obstacle too difficult to overcome. She had no idea

Instead, I leaned my head back against the chair and massaged the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the tension building there. “Eloise. I see,” Rafael muttered, his tone knowing. After a moment, he slid a glass of tequila across the desk toward me. “Love sucks, man. Look at what it’s doing to us. It’s barely noon, and here we are—drowning in heartbreak and tequila.” I took the glass from him without a word and downed it in one go. The burn was sharp, but it didn’t numb the storm in my chest. I took the glass from him without a word and downed it in one go. The burn was sharp, but it didn’t numb the storm in my chest.