Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Zoya Mikhail
I was not supposed to fall for my sister's hot guitarist, Jareth Grayson. I wasn't supposed to kiss him, either.
But mistakes were made.
Asking my gay best friend to pose as my boyfriend at my sister's wedding is an act of desperation meant to keep me out of Jareth's arms.
Until it fails spectacularly.
My bestie is MIA as soon as we land, and I'm pretty sure Jareth is stalking me. It's the only explanation for why I keep ending up in his arms.
He's a rockstar with a vineyard to run. I'm still in grad school, half a country away. This is never going to work. But God help me, I don't want it to end, either.
Jareth Grayson
The woman of my dreams skipping town after I kissed her? Brutal.
Finding out that she has a boyfriend? Ouch.
Watching her boyfriend dote on her at my family's vineyard? Oh, hell no.
Zoya Mikhail is mine. She can pretend she's in love with another man all she wants, but I know better. I see the way she looks at me like she's dying for another taste. She's wild about me, and she knows it.
As soon as I find out why she's lying to herself, I intend to put a stop to it.
In the meantime, I'll be putting my hands on her curvy little body as often as necessary to remind her where she belongs. Right here with me.
Whiskey Promises is a spicy small-town romance featuring a possessive alpha hero, a reluctant-to-love heroine, a merry band of interfering cousins, and a whole lot of banter.
About the Series
These alphas know a thing or two about running an empire. They've been managing the most profitable alcohol venture in California for years. But it hasn't left time for the things that matter--like love.
Until now.
Happily-ever-after (and hilarity) strikes exactly when fate intends for Wine Country's Most Eligible when a group of fiery women turn their lives upside down and prove there's no time like now to fall.
But it'll take a lot of convincing (and a whole lot of heat) to get these curvy women on the same page in this spicy small-town series.
Wine Country Alphas is a second-generation Her Alpha series, and each book can be read as a standalone title
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Prologue
Zoya
At five-foot-two, most of the world is taller than me. But I've learned that it's a less intimidating place when people think I have my shit together. So my motto has always been to fake it until you make it…and talk a lot of crap if you can't.
But that was before my sister's stupidly hot guitarist, Jareth Grayson, strolled his fine ass into her dressing room. I've never been more acutely aware that my shit is not together than I am with him staring at me from across the room.
The only thing I'm faking now is a yawn while I discreetly check to make sure I'm not actually drooling over him.
Jesus. The man is gorgeous. And imposing. His tight black t-shirt stretches across the muscles in his chest, hinting at the body beneath. His long fingers wrap around his beer bottle in a way that shouldn't be nearly as hot as it is…and yet, it is.
Don't even get me started on his tattoos. They litter his body in devastating lines I want to trace with the tip of my tongue.
I think he knows it, too. Those jade green eyes have been locked on me all night. Every time he catches me staring, he smirks.
Like right now. He's smirking again.
And I'm scowling again.
My sister, Nadia, sees my face and chuckles. One long fingernail jabs me in the ribcage.
"You should talk to him, Zoya," she says, her hazel eyes dancing with amusement.
"What? Who?" I turn to blink at her like I'm oblivious. There's no way she's buying my bullshit, though. I don't even buy it.
"Jareth." She nods in his direction.
"No, thanks." I scrunch my nose up, sending him a disgruntled look. "Dad taught us not to talk to creeps who stare too much."
My older sister's laughter spills across the dressing room, a bright, happy sound. We both know she isn't really happy, though. Like me, she's gotten good at faking it, but I know her as well as I know myself. She hasn't been truly happy since Teo Kirby broke her heart six years ago.
I might not ever want to fall in love myself, but the two of them belong together. They're just too busy being hurt to see what the rest of us know. Some days, I'm not sure they'll ever find their way back to one another after everything they've been through. Other days, I'm certain they will.
Today? Well, today I'm choosing hope.
I mean, they have to figure it out sooner or later, right?
"Jareth is not a creep," she protests through laughter.
"Says you." I scowl at him again. Why is he still staring at me? Better question, why am I still staring at him? "But I stopped trusting your judgment when you told me that Dad wouldn't lose it if I dyed my hair pink my senior year."
Her lips curve into a mischievous grin. "I just wanted to see if you'd actually do it."
Spoiler alert: I did it. It went over like a lead balloon. Dad is dramatic and overprotective every day of the week, but I thought he was going to have an actual heart attack that day.
"It is your body, your choice, but not your beautiful, beautiful hair, zaika!" Nadia mimics his deep baritone. She even manages a pretty spot-on facsimile of his horrified expression. "Make your daughter change it back, kisa."
That's pretty much exactly how it went down. Except there was more dramatic gesturing and anxious pacing involved. He damn near wore a hole in the carpet. For a week straight.
"Have you ever noticed that we're always mom's daughters when we're stressing him out?" I ask, tucking strands of my curly hair—which is no longer pink, I might add—behind my ears.
"Uh, yes. He swears his daughters are angels. When we misbehave, it's all mom's fault."
"That's because it usually is her fault."
Nadia and I fall into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Jareth asks.
I jolt in my seat, whipping my head up. My eyes land on his dick. Of course they do. I tell myself to look higher, really, I do. But my gaze is just…stuck. The bulge in his jeans is massive.
No wonder half of Nadia's fans want to sleep with him.
"Talking about our dad, right, Z?" Nadia says, elbowing me in the ribcage.
"Uh…"
Why am I still staring at his dick?
And is that my tongue darting across my bottom lip?
Betrayal of the highest order.
"Ah, Knox," Jareth chuckles. "Good man."
Nadia elbows me again, harder this time.
I finally manage to rip my gaze away from Jareth's cock. My eyes bounce toward his face so fast that it's obvious I was staring at things I shouldn't be.
He notices, dammit. Those jade eyes meet mine, full of amusement. "Nice to see those pretty eyes up here, princess."
"What? I…"
A wickedly deep laugh rumbles from his lips.
"I need to go check on…something," Nadia says, bounding to her feet like her ass is on fire.