Review: Garrett By: Karla Sorensen

Review: Garrett (Bachelors of The Ridge #2) By: Karla Sorensen

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I loved Dylan (book 1) so much it definitely made my top reads of the year list and Garrett was a character I definitely wanted to know more about and thankfully so did a lot of other readers haha and so Karla gave us what we were clamoring for (and then some!) Because there were some unexpected twists in this story I didn’t anticipate at all! And I love those stories that keep us on our toes and Garrett does not disappoint! 

Within the first chapter we see more of what drew us to Garrett in the first book, that quirky, sarcastic sense of humor that you immediately have to follow haha and maybe think “okay, this is a little messed up but its presented in such a way that you have to laugh” (the threatenes to gouge his eyes out with a popsicle stick haha so while the mental picture is graphic its funny because you are just like who thinks that way?! (Answer to that is umm well me. . . And apparently Garrett) but hey at least i’m in good company! 

The frenemies set up at the beginning between Garrett and Rory is hilarious haha only that kind of romantic tension can be steamy but edgy and hilarious all at the same time, because in some scenes Rory reduces him to acting like an overgrown toddler on a tantrum. But gradually their bickering turns to something more and the sparks are instantaneous! By the time we get to the chapter of the BBQ at his house things are reaching a fever pitch which leads to one of the most adorable parts of the book haha. 

This story took some turns I didn’t quite expect especially about 86% ish in. Its a little bit later in the book for conflict so it made me wonder if they would get it all together by the end! But I trusted Karla’s judgement and just waiting and how she brought everything full circle made for a nail biter haha. 

Release Blitz! Garrett By: Karla Sorensen


Title: Garrett


Series: Bachelors of the Ridge #2


Author: Karla Sorensen


Release Date: Oct 21, 2016










The one thing Garrett Calder and Aurora Anderson have in common is that they absolutely hate each other.




Garrett has the job that Aurora has worked for and wanted for years and it was handed to him on a silver platter, just like everything else in his life. The fact that he manages everything with the most annoyingly handsome smile on his equally annoying, handsome face is just icing on the freaking cake.




Aurora is not only the most beautiful, but the smartest, most infuriating woman Garrett has ever had the misfortune of meeting. Her sharp tongue and inability to be charmed by him makes her somehow more maddening, and she’s never let him get away with a single thing, not for the eight years they’ve worked together.




Garrett and Aurora are pushed into a situation neither of them want to be in— forced to work together for twelve months or risk losing everything. Twelve months where they can’t kill each other. Twelve long months, and only one of them will be left standing at the end. And in the process of surviving it—and each other—they’ll discover that there’s a very fine line between love and hate.
















Damn him, ooooooh, damn him and that highly amused grin that he gave me in answer. That’s what made it so much worse. Garrett Calder was handsome. He was tall and muscled with broad shoulders that looked (I could only admit this in my head, because I’d likely choke on the words if they came out of my mouth) incredible in a suit. Oh, I’d have liked it so much better if he was a hunchback with two teeth and pockmarks covering the left side of his body.




You know, have the outside match the inside.




“But my old man does?”




With brisk movements, I straightened my blue cotton blouse and sniffed. “Yes.”




Garrett leaned up against the door behind him, clearly not planning on going anywhere. Ass.




“How come?”




“You realize that I don’t have to answer you, right? It’s my prerogative who gets to call me a nickname and who doesn’t.”




When he snorted, I risked a look at him under my lashes. Still smiling that stupid smile. It was one of the non-professional things that I envied about him. The ease with which he smiled and joked, making the people around him happy in turn. The people who I reported to and the people who worked under me all respected me and liked me. But we weren’t exactly friends. We didn’t swap jokes or secrets.




But I’d take respect any day of the week, and twice on Sunday. So I straightened and faced him, giving him the full weight of my annoyed expression. “What?”




“Nothing.” He shook his head, completely amused by my snippy response.




“You are so aggravating.”




“And you are so defensive, Rory.”




I narrowed my eyes and he smothered a laugh. “I’m not defensive. I’m simply explaining to you that it’s my right to recognize that certain people are deserving of informalities over others.”




He clutched a hand to his heart. “So many big words. Stop.”




When I lifted an eyebrow, he gave me a mildly apologetic look. “Okay, fine. I’ll stick to Aurora.”




“Thank you,” I conceded. “Can I leave now? This kind of proximity to you gives me hives.”












Dylan (#1) – Released June 2016


On sale for $0.99 through Oct 22




Dylan Steadman has never seen his stubbornness as a bad thing. It's always been easy for him to make up his mind and stick with it. It's why he works a lot, why he doesn't need to make time for a girlfriend, and why he recently decided to move across the country for a new job. His brothers and sister and happily settled, and now that all eyes have turned on him, he needs a change. He does not need a relationships, and moving to Colorado lets him breathe. What he didn't see coming was Kat, the much-too-young-for-him employee at his new restaurant.

Kat Perry doesn't have a family. She doesn't even really have friends, but that's by her choice. Her new manager, Dylan, has all the things that she should avoid: the muscles, the eyes, the smile, and the kind of white-knight syndrome that she doesn't know what the frick to do with. Dylan should be easy enough to disregard since she's managed to hold people at arm's length her whole life, especially when a relationship is the very last thing she wants

But she can't ignore him, not when he befriends her, and definitely not when they tap into combustible chemistry that threatens to burn down everything around them. So instead of fighting it, they come to an agreement- just friends with a bunch of benefits on the side. Easy, right? Not exactly.

Especially when the heart gets involved. 

**Dylan is a 70k romantic comedy with a mild/medium heat level. It is a spin-off of the Three Little Words series and can be read as a standalone.**














Well, let’s see … I’m a wife and a mother. I’m a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I'll love you forever. 





Release Blitz! Written In The Scars By: Adriana Locke

Title: Written in the Scars

Author: Adriana Locke

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Release Date: October 20, 2016


Falling in love is easy.

Falling out of love is the hardest thing in the world.

And Elin and Ty Whitt are terrible at it.

The first time the local basketball star smiled at Elin, she was a goner. It was just so damn easy to fall for the dark-haired hometown hero with his charming smile and strong, athletic build.

Thousands of sleepy smiles, aimless drives down country roads, and squeaks of the backdoor after a swing shift later, reality hits. And it hits hard. Falling in love was definitely the easy part. Watching it break apart was impossible.

Through the tears, the second-guesses, the memories of a life built together, the world keeps spinning. With each turn comes clarity and hope—sometimes in the form of a pair of muddy boots by the back door or from the words of a wise friend.

When Ty shows back up with a new found determination to put his family back together, Elin’s torn between the fights of the past and the possibility of a new start. This is the man that holds her heart, the man she loves beyond anything else. But this is also the one person in the world that can cause her the most pain.

Life’s not always easy. Love’s not for the faint of heart. But with life comes lessons and Ty and Elin have the scars to prove it. But it’s their love written in those scars that will hold them together … or break them apart.

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Check out Adriana’s website for a Week of Giveaways, starting Monday, October 24th. You don’t want to miss this!

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“Locke has created magic!” – NYT Bestselling author SL Scott

“A book you must read—just keep the Kleenex close.” – NYT Bestselling author Melanie Moreland

“Written in the Scars is without a doubt one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I give it all the stars.” – author Rachel Brookes

“This book … one of the most emotionally powerful and beautifully written books I’ve ever read.” – BB Belle, Goodreads review

“A top read of 2016 … Impeccable and stellar!” – Dawn, Divas Book Lounge

“The words will seep into your soul.” – Books and Boys Book Blog

 “What a beautiful book that left me in tears.” – Minxes Love Books

“There are no words to express how much this book affected me.” – Kristin, Book Lovers Obsession


I pull her into me, trying to put her, me, our life back together with my embrace. Her arms find my waist, and I hold her in the middle of the driveway, swaying back and forth in a moment I’ll never, ever forget. The feeling of my world careening back into focus, into the places it should be, nearly drops me to my knees with my girl in my arms.

“I should go in,” she says, looking up at me.

“It’s cold in there.”

She shrugs and I see her start to slip away from me again. Frantic, I struggle to find a way to stop it.

“Let’s go for a drive,” I suggest.

She looks at me warily.

“It’s just a drive,” I promise. “The house can warm up and then I’ll drop you back off, if that’s what you want. What can it hurt?”

“You won’t try to make out with me or anything, right?” she teases. “Because I know that look in your eye, Tyler Whitt.”

“Only if you ask,” I wink, opening the door to my truck and watching her climb in. Before I shut it, I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Hey, E.”


“Please ask.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

 She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.

 For sneak peeks, giveaways, and more, please join Adriana’s Facebook Group, Books by Adriana Locke, or her Goodreads group, All Locked Up.

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Review: Written In The Scars By: Adriana Locke

Review: Written In The Scars By: Adriana Locke

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One thing you should know before you pick up a book by this author, you had better clear your schedule! Written in The Scars has a different feel to it compared to Adriana’s other books but it is completely engrossing, i’d say it belongs more with Sacrifice in tone (which is my favorite of hers BTW!) 

This book starts off with Elin and Ty, sweethearts from way back when on the eve of their wedding. . . After that first set up chapter I was like okay, this is gonna be a sweet romance but ummm . . . . Where’s the conflict and angst? Haha fear not my angst loving friends! Chapter two completely blows up our conceptions that everything is sunshine and unicorns for this couple. And this becomes the beauty in the story, I liked that everything wasn’t perfect (perfect is boring in my opinion I want to see the struggles and the nitty gritty! I want to feel right along with the characters, laugh when they laugh, feel my heart bleed when things don’t work out right) Adriana always has had hints of that in her books and in this one she can really let it shine. 

Release Blitz! Mr. Sportsball By: K.P. Haigh

Title: Mr. Sportsball

Author: K.P. Haigh

Release Date: Oct 20, 2016

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Montgomery Bell craves adventure-the kind that knocks on your door and drags you out by your half-slept-on hair because it can’t wait another second.


The problem is, she still lives thirty minutes away from where she grew up, in a college town obsessed with the one thing she hates: football.


It doesn’t help that Montgomery wouldn’t know the difference between an interception and a fumble if one hit her in the face.


When she meets Baron Richards, it practically does.


Baron is a rising star in the professional football world. Their worlds collide, sending Montgomery on the kind of adventure she never even thought to look for.


Finding love isn’t the end of the story. You have to figure out what to do with it once you catch it, and run like hell to make that happen.


Don’t worry, Montgomery’s running…she just doesn’t quite know which direction yet.


Mr. Sportsball is not your typical sports romance. It’s a full-length, standalone novel that will have fans and anti-fans cheering for the same team.


Recommended for 18+ due to language and sexual content.






I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”


He frowns, but he keeps holding the door open. “What are you sorry about?”


I’m sorry I can’t walk through that door. I’m sorry I can’t date a football player. I’m sorry I can’t seem to get over that detail. “I can’t go on a date with you.”


“Tonight?” I can tell by the way he asks, he already knows the answer. I see his fingers loosening their grip on the door handle.


“Ever.” The word feels like a heavy stone thrown to the bottom of my stomach. The weight is sudden and uncomfortable.


“Because I play football?” He says it like it’s a hobby he picks up from time to time, like he knits scarves or paints watercolors of sunsets, as if it’s something that can be taken out and then packed away when the hour is up and it’s time to go back to normal life.


But, this is normal life.


People recognize him. He has the power to make or break someone’s day, and all because he plays a sport I would rather pull off my own fingernails than sit down to watch. I look at him, and that stone in my stomach feels even heavier.


“We’re just different people.”


“Because I play football.” He lets go of the door and walks over to a chair underneath the coffee shop awning next door. He’s processing what I’m telling him, and I follow him and sit down too.


He’s quiet for another moment, and then he turns to look at me. His blue eyes are so crisp, I bet if I looked close enough I could see his thoughts like an airplane spelling words across the sky.


He leans his elbow on the table and rests his chin on his fist. I have to use all my willpower not to stare at his tan forearm, but really, I don’t know where to stare that doesn’t make me want to throw my defensive stance out the window.


“So, you’re telling me that if I had walked over to you and given you my number the other night, and I was a professor or a plumber or a bartender, you’d go out with me. But because I play football for a living, you’re turning me down.”


“Yes,” I say quietly. The word feels hollow. It seems silly, but I know I’m right. Even if it is silly, I can’t get past it, and I’m not going to lie and go on a date with him just to say I did.


“Hmm.” Baron laughs to himself, like he finally gets the joke. “That’s never happened before.”









K.P. Haigh joined the adult world as a project manager. After spending years in spreadsheets, she put her love of blank notebooks to good use and started spinning words into love stories.


In a perfect world, K.P. would have a never-ending supply of coffee, carbs, and sticky notes. She corners the market on ridiculous facial expressions and is happiest when she’s cooking for people or making them laugh.


She’s always up for crispy French fries and can’t wait for self-driving cars to take over the world so she can read on her way to everywhere.


K.P. lives in Seattle with the man who loves her crazy and their son, who inherited half of it.



Review: Mr. Sportsball By: K.P. Heigh

Review: Mr. Sportsball By: K.P Heigh

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I loved K.P’s first book Only Fools Jump so much that I immediately put her new book on my TBR list immediately and eagerly awaited any morsel of news about this book as it was being written and now upon its release. I have been just getting into sports romance novels and so I thought boom! K.P’s writing style plus a sports romance with a complicated hero? Put me in Coach! Put me in! Haha 

I loved this book from the laugh out loud dedication up to the very last page. Montgomery is a girl that every woman can find a piece of herself in, there are universal truths that shape our lives and experiencing through her eyes is an fascinating, hilarious read! She’s went through your classic fear of Mean Girls and Athletes that occurs to so many in high school and for good reason, so it leads her to being prejudiced against athletes but football players most of all! So what does fate do? She’s sitting in a Sports Bar with her Kindle waiting on her BFF when she has a chance meeting with Baron (Bear) — and let me tell you that after she reads him the riot act the little sarcastic comments he makes in return was when K.P. set the hook, I was all in with this classic rom com set up! 

The Romper analogy was one of my favorite parts of the book because its so true! Haha and the parts with Andie and Monty are superb! I love books that have awesome best friend relationships because sometimes you need your bestie to kick you into gear and get out there! 

I also love how K.P. made Baron this approachable, adorable character. Most Sports Romance they make the hero out to be this arrogant, alpha sort of caveman style haha but Baron is such a sweet/ nice guy you can’t help but get the warm fuzzies and cheer him on. Sure, there were a couple moments where I was almost a little disappointed in him but that’s what effected me the most, it proved that he was human, not some 2 dimensional flat character. Real life gets messy and complicated and I love romance novels give us the real life good, bad ugly. . . Beautiful mess kinds of stories. 

Release Blitz! Back To Yesterday (Bleeding Hearts #2) By: Whitney Barbetti



Title: Back to Yesterday


Series: Bleeding Hearts #2


Author: Whitney Barbetti


Release Date: Oct 20, 2016


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The distance from Colorado to Maine is not far enough to escape the memories.

The time I've been away is not long enough to heal the pain.

I left Colorado, determined to discover who I am outside of my grief, but I fell apart along the way.

I'm lost again.

When Jude follows me, I can't turn him away. But I can't let him in, either.

Not all the way.

I know when he finds out my secret, the one I keep hidden in the darkest part of my heart, he’ll leave me.


Like I was before.
















“Are you okay?”




He laughed, but it was without humor. He dropped his head and stared at his plate as I had minutes earlier. “Am I okay?” Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not fucking okay.” He pushed away from the table hard enough that the screech of the chair across the wooden floor startled me. Jude was always so steady, and while he wasn’t necessarily predictable, he wasn’t prone to outbursts of anger like this. He picked up his plate and walked to the sink and I stared at his back, willing him to talk to me. But I couldn’t ask that of him.




Picking up my plate, I debated what to do. It was surreal almost, being in Jude’s apartment but not touching him the way I wanted to. Finally, I joined him at the sink as he worked a sponge into a lather and swiped it across his plate. “Let me do it,” I said softly, reaching a hand in to take the sponge from him.




He let go of the plate and clasped my forearm as I reached into the sink. His touch was gentle as he turned my wrist over and rubbed a thumb slowly across the length of my vein, visible through my translucent skin. I could only hold my breath as he touched me like this, like he was memorizing the blue lines that ran the length of my forearm. His hands were warm, searching, and I realized that I’d been yearning for this, for the simple act of him touching my skin like it was delicate. His fingers moved down, and my closed fist opened to give him access to my palm, where he traced the lines in my hands. It was so intimate, even in its simplicity, that all I could do was watch him as he examined my hands. “I’ve missed you,” he said in a voice that was just short of a whisper. My heart turned over as he bent my fingers gently back into my fist and rubbed his soapy fingers over the knuckles.




When he let go of my hand and turned away from me, I felt goose bumps ignite across my skin. All I wanted was for him to keep touching me, but I’d hurt him. And he’d hurt me.




We had miles of pain between the two of us, and even though we were no longer miles apart, that pain existed between us like another person, holding both of us back.




“I missed you too,” I said too late, when I’d caught my breath again.




“Please,” he pleaded as he rinsed the plate in his hands. “I can’t hear you say that right now.”




Nodding, I backed away. I understood. This wasn’t the time or place, and we were little more than strangers right now. I was a new Trista, someone he had never known.




Likely, someone he didn’t want to know.














I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos – especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry stomach.) 




As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California, up the east coast from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills. 




I write character-driven New Adult novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their soul mates. 





Review: Back To Yesterday (Bleeding Hearts #2) By: Whitney Barbetti

Review: Back To Yesterday (Bleeding Hearts #2) By Whitney Barbetti 

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We have finally received the beautifully poetic conclusion to Jude and Trista’s story! Left with a shocking cliffhanger at the end of Into The Tomorrows we needed to know what happens next! And I have say this was definitely worth the wait. Back To Yesterday picks up with Trista’s journey to putting the pieces back together but one thing that happens when someone you love betrays you that deeply, sometimes you can get lost swimming in the emotions and when it feels like doubt and anger are going to slam you against the rocks sometimes love is the only thing left holding you together. 

There is a lot of bouncing back and forth from present events to the past and we see the evolution of Trista’s character much more fully than we did in book one, her mental state is a little darker in this one and she struggles with more self esteem issues. We still see her growing and changing but there are some point to where you want to shake your fist at the world for making this beautiful person feel so unloved and worthless. The pool party scene and the aftermath was one of the most powerful but emotionally hard scenes to read because I felt each and every emotion she was going through right then, Whitney’s writing gets in your brain like that! 

Toward the latter half of the book its rough going y’all i’m not even gonna sugar coat it for you! The emotional storm and the ups and downs its intense! But its the pain when you know you will survive this but you will not come away unscathed! You will carry these words and this indescribably beautiful story with you from now on. 

Release Boost! A Love Letter To Whiskey By: Kandi Steiner

Title: A Love Letter to Whiskey

Author: Kandi Steiner

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 13, 2016



“Ten stars for this brilliantly written love story. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s flawed. It’s simply perfection.” – New York Times Bestselling Author Kim Karr

“A Love Letter To Whiskey starts out with a slow burn, but before you know it you are intoxicated and unable to stop until you reach the end. Once you hit the end, you are completely drunk in love with Steiner’s words. Her best work to date and my favorite read of 2016.” – Brittainy C. Cherry, Amazon #1 Bestselling Author

“You will savor Whiskey to the very last drop, and the hangover will be worth every heart-wrenching second. Steiner’s writing is as smooth as scotch, as heady as whiskey, with a sweet afterburn that will leave you addicted.” – Bestselling Author Staci Hart

 “A Love Letter to Whiskey will get you drunk on feels. Wildly intoxicating, I could not put it down. An absolute masterpiece for angst lovers.” – Angie, Angie’s Dreamy Reads


It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

 Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

 It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

 It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

 But we can’t start here.

 No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.  

 Back to the beginning.

 Back to the very first drop.

 This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

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The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.


I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.

Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves” season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.

As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I hated running — absolutely loathed it. I would much rather have been on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her, I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the end of the day.

I saw him first.

I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us.  

I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.

I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.

It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.

Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.

“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re going, huh champ?”

Oh no.

I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.  

Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.

And then he did, too.

His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure best friend – I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented – just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.

But we’ll get to that.

“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”

“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?

Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail, and he wasn’t the guilty party.  

“It’s fine,” I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time, and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way — completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.  

But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was the first time I felt sick watching it happen.

I saw him first, but it didn’t matter.

 Because he saw her.

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Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.

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