Whiskey Neat

“Hope you are neat in there.” He croaked. I was speechless for some moment. I tried to figure out what to say to convince him but my head was blank. “It's time.” The master announced. “Mark bundled her into my bedroom.” Tiny tremor ran over my skin when I heard those words. “Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you.” I pleaded. Tears were cascading from my eyes as Mark, one of the guys carried me up in a bridal style and laid me on the bed. The lights were turned off, not giving me an opportunity to see the man's face. This must be hell on earth. Mark left and the master came in, shutting the door behind him. Patricia has been forced into a marriage she wasn't ready for. She's faced with a plethora of challenges ranging from her kidnap, a mysterious woman taking over her home and her mother being her husband's mistress. It was hell on earth. Immerse yourself with this book to find out more suspense, drama and surprising twists.

Jamie Reyes doesn’t do one-night stands. But after a soul-crushing breakup and too many glasses of whiskey, he lets himself fall—just once—for a stranger’s hands, lips, and whispered promises in the dark. No names. No strings. No future. Until Monday morning, when his anonymous hookup steps into the conference room… as Julian Black, his new department supervisor. Julian is everything Jamie shouldn’t want—older, emotionally locked down, and strictly off-limits. Yet the tension simmers, sharp as ever, and pretending it didn’t happen is impossible when every brush of fingers feels like a memory. They’re supposed to be professionals. They’re not supposed to want more. And if they’re caught, everything Jamie’s worked for could fall apart. But what happens when the lines blur, and a one-night mistake becomes the one thing neither of them can walk away from? A steamy, slow-burn MM office romance filled with forbidden tension, secret glances, and the kind of chemistry that doesn’t stay buried.

Amanda Monroe’s life went up in flames three years ago and she can’t rest until she finds the ones responsible. Kevin and Martha Monroe had taken her into their home and treated her like family when she was found abandoned the day she was born. They hadn’t deserved to die that way. Someone would pay. They would all pay. Cole Vasco had always enjoyed his life exactly the way it was. He loved his beer, he loved his whiskey, and he loved his women. He was a bachelor for life, and he liked it that way. And then she walked into the bar. Even over the beer, the smoke, and the odor of too many people packed into a too-small building, he could smell the scent of her, and it called to him in a way that nothing had ever done before. All the while somewhere out there, a group of men in a beat-up old pickup truck drove down the road drinking cheap whiskey and loading their guns and hunting for the little bitch that had been asking too many questions in too many towns along the way.