By: Kate Deveaux
Released January 2, 2017
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Love best served shaken not stirred...one naughty drink at a time.
A bartender with a special talent for picking the perfect cocktail meets his match when down-on-her-luck Lexi walks into Bottoms Up. Well known for creating drinks with very naughty names, Justin whips up a cocktail especially for Lexi, hoping to ease the pain he sees in her soulful eyes.
With each sip Lexi realizes she’d much rather stay in Bottoms Up with the sexy, tattooed barman who seems to know just how to heal her broken heart.
Night after night, Lexi is drawn back to the bar to explore Justin’s list of naughty drink recipes in more detail--after hours. One deliciously dirty creation after another unleashes her extreme fantasies when he shows her how to let go of her inhibitions.
One tantalizing drink recipe at a time.
The bartender without a name went about making another, unsure whether he was making it for her or not. With precision, he scored a lemon and peeled the zest into a perfect swirl. His tattooed forearm flexing with each move while he precisely twined the curl of lemon with a curl lime zest on the rim of the glass.
Lexi wondered what the delicious looking drink was called but was hesitant afraid to revisit the Soul’s Kiss or worse than that Bottoms Up fiasco. But curiosity and booze tempted her. What did he deem would be the perfect drink for her? This tattooed Romeo? She snorted, aware he’d heard her when he looked up with a smirk. He must have realized she was enjoying watching him. And she was, watching him make the drink gave her a reason to observe, and yes, enjoy the view while giving into her blatant desire than to nothing more than linger there. Watching him go about his job, feeling warm and safe in ‘Bottoms Up’ with this hunk working his magic making her feel….turned on. A feeling she hadn’t had for a very long time. Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears and she quickly looked away to avoid his gaze.
“I think I have just the drink for you…” he said, placing the drink in front of her.
“I can’t drink it if I don’t know the name,” she said, now blatantly flirting.
He smiled. “I see, well you’ll just have to guess the name then. I’ll give it back to you when you’ve guessed correctly,” he said dead pan, and then pulled the drink back behind the bar.
Lexi’s jaw dropped open in disbelief. He quickly turned his attention to a drink order one of his waitresses has brought to him. Looked like a big one form the number of tumblers he was stacking on the counter behind the bar and the bottles he proficiently pulled down from the shelves above.
Lexi leaned over the bar and saw her drink sitting there. Beckoning her. Taunting her. But she looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror behind the bar and the look on his fac. He shook his head.
“Ah..ah..ah,” he scolded. His sexy smile teased her in the reflection. “Sit back down and I’ll be with you in a moment…”
Mute, she sat down. Mesmerized by his fluidity, she enjoyed watching him pour at least ten drinks, all seemingly at once. He summoned the waitress over to get them with a wave of his hand and off the drinks went to the customers.
Glancing over her shoulder Lexi saw the bar was beginning to fill up.
A band had set up in the far corner near a large table of middle age men sat near the back, where the tray full of drinks was headed. Looking at her watch she saw it was five to four. Only a few hours left to clean out the rest of her apartment and hand in the keys. Lexi and Scott’s apartment. Their dream apartment. Until he’d gone and died. Shit, the tears burned.
The sexy bartender turned around at exactly the wrong moment as Lexi was wiping a tear from her eye.
“Hey,” he said, a soft soothing voice of concern. “I’d say you’re about ready for that drink now wouldn’t you?
Lexi nodded and felt foolish for being such a cliché, getting all weepy at the bar. That’s another reasons she didn’t drink much. It melted her resolve and devoured her self-control. Gone were the good old days when she and Scott used to stay up late, drinking, laughing, making love until the wee hours.Stop it stop it stop it she scolded. It’s been just over a year since Scott died. Exactly one year three months yesterday. Time to get it together.
Lexi nodded and felt foolish for being such a cliché, getting all weepy at the bar. That’s another reasons she didn’t drink much. It melted her resolve and devoured her self-control. Gone were the good old days when she and Scott used to stay up late, drinking, laughing, making love until the wee hours.Stop it stop it stop it she scolded. It’s been just over a year since Scott died. Exactly one year three months yesterday. Time to get it together.
“It wasn’t a Soul’s Kiss,” he offered. “Not this one, but we can keep it for later if you’re not ready now…”
Was he hinting there would be a later? As in a drink— or something more? His eyes, molten pools of dark blue depths with lashes almost black, long and lush, tempted her. She imagined how soft they’d be if they fluttered slowly across her torso and then southward between her legs. Her body quickened with arousal. Shit, she was really losing it now.
“I’m sure I’m ready for it...” The words tumbled from her lips before she was
aware of the innuendo.
He grinned. “Okay then, aren’t you going to try and guess?” he teased, placing the drink on the coaster in front of her on the ‘Bottoms Up’ coaster.
“I haven’t a clue…I’m don’t usually order cocktails.”
“Okay, then seeing as you’ve had a bad day, I’ll give you a pass this time, but only this time.” His smile made her flush. She pulled the drink closer to her and nodded her appreciation.
“Justin…” he answered her question. “Justin MacLeary.”
“Nice to meet you Justin MacLeary.”
She smiled and lifted the drink to her lips, very aware his eyes were still on hers as her lips met the cool rim of the glass. “It’s very good.”
She took another sip, noticing it was smoother than the other. The band started up and a few patrons cheered.
“What’s it called? She asked for the name of the drink over the music.
“Sexual Healing…”
Can you tell us a little about
your book?
Bottoms Up is a sizzling romance
between a broken hearted heroine and a bartender who concocts
cocktails with very naughty names at his bar. Through the sexy drinks
Justin mixes for Lexi, he heals her broken heart as he teaches her
how to make those dirty drinks by acting them out with her. Night
after night. From ‘Pop My Cherry’ to ‘Sex On The Pool Table’
it’s one erotic lesson in lovemaking after another. Filled with
dirty drink recipes, I hope you’ll enjoy this Naughty Cock Tale
Book, Bottoms Up!
What types of scenes are your
most favorite to write?
Hands down, I love to write the
scenes where they characters reveal their vulnerabilities. In my
stories these scenes are almost always the sex scenes. These scenes
are the most intimate interaction between the hero and heroine. The
explicit sexual descriptions and sensual tone are merely the vehicle
that I hope transports my reader into the very moment when one
character exposes their deepest fears, hopes, and expectations to
their lover as the scene evolves. These scenes are thrilling and
challenging to write, but so fun too!
If you could have dinner with any
three authors (alive or dead), who would you choose and why?
Number one, I would want to have
dinner with Charlotte Bronte. For me, she is one of the
quintessential role models of an author writing about social
conventions in both day-to-day life and romance. Number Two, Danielle
Steele. Her prolific swathe of work over the past thirty years is not
only remarkable, but inspiring to me as an author. She was one the
first authors I ever read as a young adult and loved the scandalously
sexy stories she told. I’ve been a fan ever since! Third, I’d
love to meet Colleen McCullough. Thornbirds is one of my favorite
books filled with sensual writing and the gut wrenching agony of
social conventions and forbidden love.
What are you favorite types of
stories to read?
I read contemporary fiction mostly.
Romance, sexy and non, and general women’s fiction. I also enjoy
reading biographies. I just finished ‘Victoria, The Queen’ by
Julia Baird. An inspired read of the lesser known details of
Victoria’s love affair with Albert and her robust desire for sexual
pleasure and her humanity was delightful to read about. An empowered
woman, Queen Victoria continues to inspire through Baird’s
writings.
Is anything in your book based on
real life experiences or purely all imagination?
I think all stories authors tell are
hinged somewhere in experiences we may have had and people that we
have met. These experiences cannot help seep into our writing. For
myself, although some of the subject matter might be fantasy — or
not, the reactions to the actions in the book are almost always
something tangible that I can relate to from personal experience. I
like to tell as story as if I am living it.
Can you tell us about your
upcoming book?
My next book that is coming out soon
is ‘Fit to Be Tied’ part of the Bimini Bound series. The
rubenesque heroine, Liz, leaves behind her dreary Seattle office to
attend a work outing in the Bahamas aboard the boss’s mega yacht.
Liz quickly finds herself in the middle of a very sexy case of
mistaken identity, with the added thrill of ménage romance when she
is seduced by the sexy guest on board and his sidekick. A voyeuristic
hero with a taste for bondage and ménage, Fit to Be Tied is a curvy
romance full of mistaken identity and sexual fantasies that I hope
will have you eager to hop on board!
Thank you so much for having me as
your guest.
Best,
Kate
xo
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