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Title: Driving Whiskey Wild
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Driving Whiskey Wild:
Driving Whiskey Wild is a captivating story of healing, trust, and finding everlasting love in the most unlikely places.
Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.
After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.
Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.

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He crossed his
arms. “Go out with me.”
She laughed.
“Not the response
I was looking for,” he grumbled.
“How can you even
ask me that after everything that just happened?”
He splayed his
hands and felt a smile creep across his lips. “You put up a few roadblocks, and
I’m navigating around them.”
“Roadblocks?” Her
shoulders dropped. “Okay, listen, we’re not going to go out. Like, ever.”
“Yes, we are,
Finlay. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day you’re going to go out
with me.”
“No, I’m
not.”
Refusing to play
this game, he looked around the parking lot, zeroing in on a pale-pink Suburban
parked by the road, and stifled a laugh. “That yours?”
“Don’t laugh.
It’s for my catering company. I have to stand out. I want people to take notice
and wonder why there’s a big pink truck on the road.”
“You don’t need a
pink vehicle to stand out. All you need to do is flash that traffic-stopping
smile of yours.”
“Bullet,” she
said softly, and headed toward her truck.
“You do have
trouble with honesty, don’t you?”
She turned and
glared at him. “No.”
“Bullshit.”
“Do you always
curse?”
He shrugged.
“Only when I feel like it.”
She studied him
for a long moment, her big blue eyes moving from his face to his chest and down
his arms. He wondered what she was looking for. Just as he was about to ask,
she said, “Are we clear about everything now?”
“I am, but you
obviously have a few things clouding your vision.” He reached for her keys, and
when she lifted her hand up, as if she could hold them out of his reach, he
smiled and covered her hand with his. “Keys, lollipop.”
She huffed out a
breath and let go. As he opened her door, she said, “Lollipop?”
He wasn’t about
to tell her that he’d like to lick her all over. “Best type of sugar rush there
is.”
“I’m not sure if
I should slap you or thank you.”
As she climbed
into the van, he put a hand on her back, and she glared at him.
“Put that scowl
away, lollipop. If you think I’m not going to help you into your truck, you’re
wrong. And as far as slapping goes, if that’s what you’re into, you can try it.
But don’t be surprised if that gorgeous ass of yours sees its turn.”
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