Driving
Whiskey Wild
The Whiskey’s series
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing
Feb 21, 2018
World Literary Press
Source: ARC provided by the author
A captivating new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.
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.
*ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest and unbiased review*
There is nothing I love more that a gruff bear of a man, and I have seemed to have found all of that and more in Bullet Whiskey, the lead character in Melissa Fosters latest book, Driving Whiskey Wild.
Now while my comments above are light-hearted, this book is not, and yet again the author manages to tackle the difficult subject of PTSD, while keeping the book relatable, and on track.
So the story is about seriously gruff Bullet Whiskey, and his wish for the one women who makes his blood run hot...Finlay Wilson.
This book is another outstanding sweet with heat book from the author, and I for one loved the fast paced, all or nothing sort of books, that reflects real life, which is something we have come to expect from this author.
Driving Whiskey Wild is a delicious morsel, and one that I will be reading, again and again, so with that being said, I give Driving Whiskey Wild 5 stars
“Do you want to go out with me,
Finlay? Or are you playing some sort of game?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly, throwing
her hands up, frustrated with her own confusion. “Yes…Wait, no. Yes…”
He cocked his head with a perplexed
expression.
“I’m sorry! I’m really confused. You
mess with my head. Or rather, you’ve been messing with my head since the
wedding. But that’s not your fault. And now I’m rambling, but I want to be
honest with you. The truth is, I’m curious about you. Maybe
more than curious,” she said, moving around him so she could pace. “But I don’t
know what you expect from women, and I don’t know anything about your biker
lifestyle. I don’t think I’m a biker girl. But I don’t really know
that. I do know I’m probably not like the women you’re used to, and motorcycles
scare me. And sometimes you scare me. Not you, you, but the idea of
you, because I’m not sure who you really are. But you also
turn me on, which makes it all even more confusing.”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“See? That smile makes my stomach go
all sorts of crazy.”
“Call me nuts, but I think that’s a
good thing, Fins.”
The endearment also made
her insides flutter. But none of that came close to the worries welling up
inside her right that second as the big, confident caretaker to all around him
stood looking at her like he was hanging on her every word, and the truth came
tumbling out. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and like I said, I don’t know
what you expect. You’re all power and”—she tried to use her hands to emphasize
her thoughts, but she ended up looking like she was imitating a bear, with
claws extended—“sexuality, like you’re ready to swoop in and devour me.
But I’m not sure I can handle being devoured, because it’s been so long since
I’ve even kissed a guy that I might have…”
He stepped closer as slow as could
be and placed a hand on her hip. She was mesmerized by his gentle approach and
the touch of his hand as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, holding her
gaze so intensely, she couldn’t speak. His hand slid softly to the nape of her
neck, then into her hair, until his long fingers cradled the back of her head.
His other arm circled her waist, holding her against him.
“Forgotten how…” she whispered.
He gave her plenty of time to pull
away, to tell him no, but her voice was silenced by the throbbing
of her heart, the wanting in her head. As he lowered his face toward hers, she
went up on her toes, bracing for a fierce, possessive kiss. But his mouth came
gently down over hers, drawing a breathy sigh. His lips were warm and soft, his
hands hard and hot, and her body was a vibrating mess. His beard scratched her
cheeks, sending swirls of desire spiraling through her core. He pressed her
tighter against him, angled her head and kissed her harder. His tongue swept
across the seam of her lips, and she surrendered to his masterful seduction.
His whole body beat against her like a pulse, bringing a surge of lust from
some forgotten place inside her. He took the kiss deeper, tasting every dip and
swell of her mouth, and a heady sound rumbled in the back of his throat. And
oh, how she loved that! She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, been wanted so
desperately. She never imagined that the man who was forward motion personified
could harness that power and deliver it with such all-consuming passion. She
couldn’t resist lifting higher on her toes, clawing at his shoulder, trying to
taste more of his sweet and sinful desire. He was right there with her,
gripping her waist as he lifted her off her feet, holding her against his hard
frame, her legs dangling off the ground as he kissed her breathless.
She was so lost in the slide of
their tongues, the purely male, utterly unique taste of him, time failed to
exist. They could have been kissing for hours, maybe even days. By the time her
feet touched the ground, her noodle legs refused to work. But they didn’t need
to. Bullet was still holding her tight, kissing her softer now, his scratchy
beard trailing after his lips across her jaw, all the way to her ear.
His warm breath seeped into her skin
as he whispered, “I think you remember how to kiss just fine. Go out with me,
lollipop. You don’t have to be a biker girl. Just be my girl.”
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Melissa Foster is a New
York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes
sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with
emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last
page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family
oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading
about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.
