punishable by the fullest extent of the law.
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About Sipping Seduction
One fake date. Two feuding families. Love’s on the line in Beaver Bluff.
Tori
I’m fed up with being everyone’s yes-gal. When my sister threatens to match me with her fiancé’s turtle-loving cousin for her wedding, I lie and tell her I’ve got someone lined up. How hard can it be to find a fake date for one night? But I live in Beaver Bluff, Tennessee, home of one of the state’s largest whiskey distilleries and severely lacking in suitable single men. I’m about to come clean, but then I meet a blue-eyed attorney on my flight home. Lucky for me, he doesn’t have plans on Saturday night.
Deacon
Family loyalty pulls me from the beaches of LA to the mountains of Tennessee. The curvy brunette on the plane reminds me of how much I miss the small town I’ve always considered home. She needs a date and the offer of a homemade pie and the opportunity to get my hands on her hips is too good to pass up. When we get caught between a generations-old family feud and the chance to explore the heat between us, it’ll be up to us to figure out where our loyalties lie.
Sipping Seduction is a prequel novella to the upcoming Whiskey Wars series.
Chapter One
Tori
“Are you sure you can’t assign me a seat?” I eyed the airline employee across the counter, hoping I might hit on a sympathetic nerve. “When I called earlier, I was told there were plenty of open seats on this flight.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Windsor.” Her thin lips stretched into a tight smile and she slid two boarding passes across the counter. “These will get you through security, but you’ll need to check in at the gate. If they can’t get you on this flight, you still have a guaranteed seat on your original booking.”
“Thank you.” I nestled my giant garment bag on top of the rented luggage cart and turned to find the elevator. I’d only been in LA for twenty-four hours but was already eager to leave. I was a small-town girl who didn’t like to stray too far from home, and the west coast was about as far as I could get from Beaver Bluff, Tennessee, without having to use a passport.
While the elevator took its sweet time, my cell rang.
“Hey, Bailey,” I answered. At twenty-two, my youngest sister was the baby of the family. I might be six years older, but she seemed to have decades more experience in love. She’d only called about a hundred times today to make sure I was on track.
“Did you get on that flight?” Her worry poured through the phone, thick and suffocating, an almost tangible reminder that the fate of her big day rested in my hands.
“I don’t know yet.” The elevator door whooshed open. I struggled to hold the phone against my ear while navigating the luggage cart out of the elevator. “Can I call you back? I’m about to go through security.”
“Okay, but let me know.”
“I’ll keep you posted.” She’d been driving me crazy all month—all year, really. I wasn’t the only one who’d be glad when her wedding had come and gone. My poor mama had been trying to hold her in check ever since Sherman popped the question. Over the past year the wedding had consumed everyone’s attention, and we were totally tuckered out.
But Bailey was the youngest. She was my stepdad’s favorite and the spitting image of my mom. What Bailey wanted, Bailey always got. As the oldest, I’d always recognized the inequity, but did nothing to fight it.
I tucked my phone back in my bag and joined the long line at security. We inched along, back and forth through the maze of barriers until forty-five minutes had passed and I would have sold my soul for a sip of water.
“Boarding pass, please.” The security officer held out a gloved hand.
“One for me and one for the dress.” I handed over the temporary boarding passes along with my ID.
He stamped the tickets before passing them