Bourbon is in Brandon Morgan's blood. His family owns the best bourbon brand in the country-or it will be with his marketing genius. And after meeting the fiery daughter of a tequila distillery owner, he's never been more sure.
His barrels, her tequila. It's a match made in heaven. But only if he can keep his hands off the owner's daughter...and his secrets to himself.
Lesa Ruiz will do anything to keep Little Possum afloat, but one look at Brandon's gorgeous dimples and Lesa knows two things for sure: forever is not in the cards with this man and he's way too sexy to resist for long.
Well, three things... Brandon is hiding something, and she'll need to get a lot closer to figure it out and save her family's legacy. Shots, anyone?
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A Shot With You
A Bourbon Brothers Romantic Comedy
By Teri Anne Stanley, Robin Haseltine
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2017 Tracy Mort Hopkins
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Brandon Morgan stood in front of the Travel Adventures office in Puerto Vallarta and stared down at Mexico's youngest extreme watersports guide.
Call him Mr. Excitement with as much sarcasm as you like, but he was on vacation, and he'd choose the fun. The "high adventure" he'd signed up for was as appealing as a trip to the dentist. For fillings. Without anesthetic. And it was his vacation, damn it. If he had to leave his cozy, air-conditioned stateroom and its wifi connection, he was going to live it up in a way that made him happy.
He looked at the kid and said, "Sorry, bud. I think I'm gonna contribute to my life insurance for a few more years. I'll pass on ski-surfing today."
"But senõr, you've already paid for the trip. If you join the tequila tour, you'll have to pay again." And I'll lose the generous tip you'd give me for bringing you back alive. If I bring you back alive.
At least that's what Brandon figured he meant, so he gave the kid a few bucks and escaped into the liquor store that had a sign reading, "Tequila tour! Cruise guests welcome!"
Before he reached the smiling attendant behind the counter, a familiar label caught his eye: Blue Mountain Bourbon, Dangerous Dave's Eight Ball. Sweet. His distribution team had managed to get it out, right on time. It wasn't available on the ship, so he snatched a bottle from the shelf and carried it back to the cashier.
"This bottle, and one ticket for the tequila tour." He could skip the tequila tasting — yech — and have bourbon. No cactus water for him.
"You'd better hurry, amigo," the attendant told him. "The bus is leaving."
Brandon threw a handful of bills at the guy and sprinted from the shop, across the crumbling roadway, and leaped onto the bus filled with grinning, sunburned tourists.
As the doors shut behind him, he fell into an empty seat next to an elderly woman with purple hair. She didn't glance away from the iPad she held to the window, videoing the scenery, which in this case, consisted of a broken-down truck in front of a store claiming to have "Authentic Aztec silver jewelry at rock bottom closeout prices." Brandon would have to remember to stop by there to pick up something for his mom's birthday. Mom would appreciate authentic rock-bottom-discounted jewelry. After all, she'd loved — and still occasionally wore — the vending machine plastic gemstone ring he'd given her when he was eight.
The bus jerked with a hiss of air brakes and jolted forward.
"Welcome to the Pequeño Zarigüeya tour! Sit back and enjoy the ride as you enjoy these hits of Mexican radio." The music that fuzzed through ancient speakers was nothing that had been produced before his parents were in diapers, but then, he wasn't a big connoisseur of south-of-the-border pop. Maybe they did play a lot of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass here these days.
He'd made the right choice to bail on the extreme sports and could instead fantasize about mergers and acquisitions to his heart's content. He slid the bottle of bourbon into his drawstring backpack and tucked it between his knees, grateful to have escaped another freaking adventure.
Gramps had challenged Brandon to "get the hell off the cruise ship and do something interesting. Meet some women instead of hiding in your cabin to work, for Chrissakes," so for the last few stops he'd done things that his family and friends deemed exciting. He'd gone on a zip line tour of the rain forest in Costa Feo. And spent the next day swallowing Advil. He'd gone kayaking down the Rio Tehuantepec and wound up with mosquito bites the size of dinner plates. At least he was pretty sure he didn't have Zika virus, always a bonus. Plus, he could check "Stretch outside of comfort zone" off of his corporate leadership self-improvement list. But he'd had enough.
This distillery tour — this was what interested him. He wouldn't pretend that he was going to drink instead of work — as one of the sons of a prize-winning bourbon distilling family, sniffing samples of tequila and touring a distillery was work. It was market research and checking out the competition, and he loved it.
"Hey! You. Mr. Cutie Drawers!"
Brandon grunted when a sharp elbow dug into his ribs.
He sucked in a deep breath and looked at his seat mate, who grinned at him. Her lipstick-smeared teeth reminded him of a vampire ready for the second course.
"Name's Edna VanMacintosh. From Alberta, Florida."
"Uh, Brandon Morgan. Crockett County, Kentucky."
"You a coal miner or a tobacco farmer?"
"Neither, I —"
"Just kidding. I know there's also horses and hillbillies in K.Y. I'm a hairdresser," she rasped, without waiting for him to elaborate. "Was going to go on this trip with my husband for our second honeymoon, but he went and died on me."
"I'm sorry," Brandon told her after a beat. "So you're taking this trip in his memory, that's nice."
"Nah." She wheezed with laughter. "He died fifteen years ago. I was bumping uglies with his brother Si for a while, thought I might get him to come along, but then he died, too. I'm on this trip hoping to find me some new man-flesh."
"Oh." Brandon's brain froze.
She cackled and gave his ribs another jab. "Don't look so scared. You're not quite man enough for me. I like 'em a little more broken in. A few more miles on the odometer. I don't want to spend ten years trying to teach you all the tricks."
Brandon was torn between massive relief and the need to point out that in spite of the way his last few relationships had ended, he wasn't wet behind the ears.
Fortunately, massive relief won out, because Edna looked like she might be inclined to want details on his skills.
"You married? You look like the marrying kind. I bet you've got two point four kids, too."
"No, not married."
"Well, why the hell not?"
"Just haven't met the right girl, I guess." And the one he thought was "right" turned out to be terribly, horribly, wrong.
"Hmph. You a virgin?"
Brandon coughed. "Well, ma'am —"
Edna snorted. "Just kiddin'. What kind of girl you lookin' for? There's a shit ton of horny women on that cruise ship back there. I'll hook you up before we make it back to San Diego."
"I'm not really looking —"
"Are you gay? 'Cause there's plenty of single men hanging around, too. You like the hairy ones or the twinkly kind?"
"No, no. Not gay. But I'm not looking for anyone on this cruise." He decided to elaborate, before she came up with any more wild assumptions. "Most of the girls I've met on this trip are a little too busy taking selfies and Snapchatting themselves to have a conversation."
"Oh. Well, if you're looking for a wife, you're gonna be looking for a while. You're a good-looking fella, but girls these days are all about the temporary hookup. The Redbox and Cool."
"Netflix and Chill?"
Unfortunately, Edna was right. He'd gone out with a few women in the past few years, but he always found something that didn't work for him with each one. Like ... she didn't want to hang out while he added one last entry — or fifty — to a spreadsheet. Or she wanted to actually go on dates instead of visiting random liquor stores to check his company's product placement. Or maybe she'd only pretended to be crazy for him while she helped to steal thousands of dollars' worth of inventory from his family's business. Maybe he was too picky, but some of those things were deal breakers.
"I'm not looking for a wife," he told her. "But some meaningful conversation would be nice."
Edna cackled. "Is that what you kids are calling it these days?"
The bus made a hard left and lurched onto a — was this really a street? It seemed more like an alley. Trees scraped the windows on each side of the bus, before parting to reveal a boarded up house, followed by a weed-strewn yard full of broken-down cars and skinny dogs.
A hundred yards later, the bus groaned to a halt in front of a colorfully painted but rickety wooden fence, and half of the occupants immediately stood and shoved into the aisle. Brandon waited until there was a space and stood, too. He hoped Edna would find another victim to interrogate, but alas, she actually grabbed his belt so she wouldn't lose him as he joined the milling crowd of partiers in front of the gate that read Pequeño Zarigüeya Entrada in colorful script.
"So what are you looking for, in case we get lucky and find you the right girl? Surgeon, lawyer, international venture capitalist?"
An international venture capitalist might be nice. They did have internet at Blue Mountain, and most of that work was on the phone or online, right? But realistically ... "I don't know. Accountant? Tax attorney?" Someone who would want to climb the corporate ladder with him, not over him.
The gate opened, and a laughing, dancing, Mexican goddess swirled out into the crowd. "Welcome to the wonderful world of tequila!" she called out. "I can't wait to show you Pequeño Zarigüeya."
Okay. Maybe he should add "tequila distillery tour guide" to his list of options.
* * *
"Hola!" Lesa called to the crowd of cruise goers who had gathered in front of the distillery for the day's deluxe tour and tasting.
"Hola!" responded the assortment of people.
Here she went again. Smile and act like you're thrilled to be here. She glanced at the sky. Mama, I'm here, and I'm "helping."
She didn't know if Mama would be pleased with her efforts or not, but one thing was sure — entertaining the few dozen tourists who came to Pequeño Zarigüeya each week was not going to be enough to dig Papa out of the financial hole he was in.
She did want to help the distillery survive — work was the only reason Papa got out of bed anymore. Before she died, Mama told Lesa all about how she had worked there as a girl, when her own father owned the tequileria, and was planning to go away to college until the summer Papa showed up. They had met harvesting agave, and they fell in love and got married. He'd bought Pequeño Zarigüeya from Lesa's grandfather, and they had been blissfully happy. Now Lesa must carry on. No pressure there. But more than anything, Lesa wanted the place to survive without her. The thought of spending yet another season trapped here made her want to scream. So she was going to sell tequila today with a smile on her face and hope in her heart that somehow, someway, they would find their way into the black.
Shifting her attention back to the crowd, Lesa got her head in the game and prepared to charm the gathered tourists — and get them to buy lots and lots of tequila. She evaluated the players. There were the dedicated drinkers, recognizable by their colorful shirts and goofy hats. Most of them already displayed half-drunken grins — and plastic cups — likely empty of their morning margaritas. These people would be good and thirsty by tasting time and it would be easy to coax them to the gift shop for a bottle or six to take back to the boat. Then there were the older couples, more sedate, but usually also ready for afternoon cocktails. They'd buy the cute little gift baskets to take home to family and friends.
There was usually a liquor snob or two, also. The liquor snob would ask dozens of questions that they already knew the answer to — or worse, jump in and answer questions from other guests before Lesa had a chance to open her mouth. At the tasting, they would swirl and breathe and make faces that said, "Meh," even though Lesa knew without a doubt that her family's tequila was the best damn booze in all of Mexico.
As for how helpful she was ... Lesa really didn't think that playing hostess to a bunch of tourists was what Papa needed right now. What he needed was a major overhaul of his business.
But this was what he asked her to do, and her English was better than the rest of the family's. Be nice to the drunks and liquor snobs alike. Yeesh. She was up to eight know-it-all jerks already this season, and they were only a third of the way through the spring.
Ah. There was today's know-it-all. She'd bet money on it. Tall guy in khakis and a polo shirt, bent to listen to an elderly lady with purple hair, a sports bra, and — oh, Dios — jeggings. Where the woman would weigh eighty pounds soaking wet, he was more substantial. Lean, but with broad shoulders and nice biceps, which he no doubt paid a personal trainer for. Medium-brown hair, a little short on the sides and longer on the top, but not too trendy. Younger than the usual jerk, but still. The deck shoes were a dead giveaway.
Okay. She knew who her crowd was, and if she was lucky, she'd be able to keep Booze Snob Guy as far away from her as possible.
Then he raised his head and laughed. And made eye contact.
Lesa forgot everything she was supposed to say to her guests.
His blue eyes held her still, and something she didn't recognize settled in her midsection. It hit him, too, because a brief expression of puzzlement crossed his face before he simply stood there, smiling at her. Her awareness of the calm warmth was quickly supplanted by the intense way her nether regions reacted to him. He was a very fine-looking Americano — as Ralph Lauren handsome as any of the California surfer boys she'd known when she'd visited Los Angeles on a rare vacation during her early college days. Nice, strong face; long, straight nose; and lips ... that she'd have to check out when she got closer to him.
Not good. She never, ever messed with the tourists. She rarely even dated since coming home from college to take care of Mama during her last days.
But here she was, standing in the courtyard like a silly girl, staring at a cute boy.
The moment ended when the cougar next to him whacked him on the arm and drew his attention away.
She realized that, while she'd been falling in lust — or whatever — with the hot guy in the group, she'd been standing still, not doing her job. A whole group of guests stood staring at her, their expectation blasting through the late morning heat.
"Okay, amigos, here is the plan! We're going to make a quick stop in the tasting room for some tequila history, and then we'll head out to witness the way my family has made tequila for generations."
"When do we get to sample the merchandise?" one of the partiers asked.
"We'll circle back to the tasting room a few minutes before you buy everything in our gift shop." She laughed, and the audience laughed with her. A good sign.
She led the way through the courtyard of the tasting center and gift shop where her aunt held the fort. Tia Rita, Papa's youngest sister, would expertly cajole the travelers to buy anything and everything tequila, and the guests would take home tequila and memories that would keep Pequeño Zarigüeya afloat just a little longer. The memories that would — hopefully — have them buying her family's tequila and recommending it to others — if they could afford to keep making it.
Gesturing toward the open-air tasting room, she said, "Please, come in and have a seat." People filed to the long tables and sat on benches, side by side, facing her. The good-looking man chose a seat at the end of a row, about halfway back. Still not close enough to see his mouth up close.
Stop fantasizing about his lips! It wasn't like she'd ever kiss him. He'd be in her life for the next two and a half hours, and then he would be gone forever.
He saw her looking at him and smiled, sending that weird feeling to her gut again. His eyes followed her hand as she rubbed it across her tummy, trying to hold on to the sensation and categorize it. But —
"How long have you worked here?" The purple-haired woman stood in front of her, hands on hips.
"Ah ... off and on since I was ten years old."
"On and off? What do you do when you're off?"
"Well ... I went to college" — for almost two whole semesters — "and I like to travel." At least, she would like to see the world, if she didn't have to stay here and help Papa.
"Where do you travel? Who goes with you?"
Was she going to ask if she wore boxers or briefs, too? Not relevant, but she did like to personalize the tour, even if she had to stretch the truth about where she'd been into where she wanted to have been. "Everywhere I can. And mostly alone. I want to write a book about my travels on every continent on Earth."
"Are you married?"
"No." Okay, maybe not that personal. "Now, ma'am, if you'll just take your seat, we can get started."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Lesa and Brandon are a cute couple but not on the same page when it comes to relationships. Although attracted to each other Brandon will not commit because of past mistakes and Lesa will not commit because wants to travel and have no responsibilities. Their families own a bourbon distillery and a tequila distillery respectively. That gets in the way. I liked Lesa and Brandon but the story was predictable. I liked Grandpa. He was a hoot and made the story especially as he gives relationship advice. The secondary characters did help the story a lot.
I'm going to keep this short and sweet, which in my opinion is the best way to keep this review spoiler free because I could probably list you all the reasons I enjoyed this book very much, but then I would be giving everything away!! SOO straight to the point... This was a very cute story with very likable characters who were extremely easy to connect with. I loved their relationship, their families and just everything. The ending was even perfect! So I suggest you give this book a "shot" hehe because you won't be disappointed! *I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book. I was not compensated for my review, and I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed here is my own.*
Super fun read!! A Shot with You is the second in the Bourbon Brothers series but can be read as a stand alone. I loved the pairing of Brandon & Lesa. The author created two fun & interesting characters. I also loved how detailed the setting was- I was born & raised near KY & spent many summers visiting the area. Teri Anne Stanley captured its beauty wonderfully I look forward to reading the first book in the Bourbon Brothers series & more by Teri Anne Stanley. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Workaholic Brandon Morgan doesn’t dream about traveling the world or acquiring great fame. He’s the son of the best bourbon distiller in the country and happy to live in Kentucky. Self-assured and definitely hot, he lives and breathes his work. On his first vacation outside the US, he takes a tour of a tequila distillery and finds a way to incorporate work into his schedule. The struggling business sends his working mind into overdrive. If nothing else, he is a problem solver. Lesa Ruiz came back home to help her father with the tequila business after her mother died. All she’s ever wanted to do, and had spent many hours before her mother’s death, planning trips to all the exotic locations she wanted to visit. When her father send her with Brandon to Kentucky to assess the bourbon distillery, she jumps at the chance to escape Brandon’s job, taking Lesa to tour his family business and assure her they are solid, falls into one problem after another with machine breakdowns, construction delays, etc. Though Lesa is game for pretty much anything, this wasn’t in the plans. . I loved the furry sidekicks as they added another touch of reality. What I liked most about this book was the author’s style of writing. The book was well written, fresh, and flowed smoothly. I love the sense of humor and the way the characters interacted. The scenes flowed smoothly and the pace was great. I would love to read more by this author.
A Shot With You is the second book in Bourbon Brother series and tells the story of middle brother Brandon as he travels to Mexico on a cruise. He takes a tour of a Tequila operation, and meets Lesa the daughter of the owner. Her distillery is in crises and he has experience because his family owns a bourbon distillery. Brandon proposes a business solution and soon he has literally missed the boat. He and Lesa begin to negotiate a professional and personal relationship, and wonderfully romantic novel is born. I liked the mix of both the Mexican and American spirits industry and was very happy with how the characters developed. If you like a sweet contemporary romance featuring an across the border romance, this is the book for you!
3.5 stars I preferred deep and intense romance, but on occasion, I do binge read on clean and straightforward ones. This book definitely satisfied my need for cute and funny romance. However, as much as I did enjoyed the entire book, the starting was a little too slow for me and I ended up putting it aside more times than I could count, and then there's the instant attraction thing. With that aside, this is actually a pretty well-written story. Lesa and Brandon's romance was more of slow burn and not a raging wildfire but that was a refreshing change in my opinion. And the humor had me laughing out loud! Brandon's dedication to work was admirable and Lesa passion for freedom mimicked my own, so these characters are as real as they can get. If you are looking for a book to curl up with, this is the perfect read for the night.
Received an ARC for voluntary review for netgalley. It was an ok book. It was a sweet love story, started out a little slow, but eventually picked up. Brandon, had some issues he had to overcome before he and Lesa embarked on a romance both thinking it was a brief fling. They both wanted the best for there families business, and each had different views on what type of partner they wanted, thinking that each other was totally unsuitable. However, they were really attracted to each other and could not fight the chemistry they had. As they spent more time with each other the walls came down, of course with as with most love stories there is always misunderstanding and conflict. But thankfully they get resolved, and we have our HEA. The secondary characters are a great addition. I loved Brandon's grandfather, he was hilarious. Would love to read what happens with Eve.
5 Reasons to Read A Shot with You I absolutely adore this series. I’ve never been to Kentucky, or tasted bourbon, but these books make me want to do both. This book takes place in multiple areas. The big ones are Kentucky and Mexico. What is better than a book with a bourbon distillery…. A tequila distillery. Not a huge tequila fan, but the way the drinks are described make me want to drink it again. Lesa and Brandon are fun! They have off the charts chemistry, and don’t try to hide their attraction. Both have moments when they realize maybe what they thought they wanted isn’t the case anymore…. I think my favorite thing is they can laugh together over awkward moments. And you can’t help laughing with them. A Shot with You is a quick read, and has quite a few swoony and steamy moments. We even see a few of our favorite characters from Drunk on You. You can’t go wrong with bourbon or tequila to drink while you flip through the pages.
the second book in the bourbon boys series, a shot with you, focuses on brandon morgan, the workaholic uptight brother. forced to go on vacation by his family, he ends up on a tour of a tequileria while at a stop in puerto vallarta, mexico, and there he meets a girl. lesa ruiz has been longing to leave her home in nowhere mexico for years, but she promised her mother on her deathbed that she would watch out for her father and their tequila distillery, and so she's been trapped ever since. meeting brandon feels like a dream come true, especially when he proposes a business partnership between their distilleries. lesa's father wants her to check things out before he commits to anything, and so she gets to go to the blue mountains of kentucky and achieve her dream of traveling the world. she wants this deal to work, because she knows it will finally set her free from the life she's led so far. the problem is that she really likes brandon. and he is clearly a homebody. he has two enormous ill-behaved dogs. here's my maybe unpopular opinion: i really dislike it when pets are major characters in romance novels. and maude and mabel are really obnoxious gross-sounding big dogs and i am actually terrified of big dogs so i literally cringed through every scene they were in. i much prefer it when there are pets that i can ignore in my romance reading. anyway, lesa and brandon need to reconcile her itchy feet with his need to be a good homeboy. spoiler alert: there's no real reason why these two crazy kids can't work it out. they were a really sweet couple and i enjoyed their story. **a shot with you will publish on january 9, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (lovestruck) in exchange for my honest review.
This was a fun and flirty story between a workaholic homebody and a trapped free spirit who wanted to see the world. Lesa and Brandon, for me, really balanced each other out. I loved their flirty banter as well as the way they interacted with his family. I felt very sympathetic to Lesa and could see how she felt in her life situation. And I loved the transformation of Brandon that he endured throughout the book. His grandparents made me laugh out loud several times. And it was great seeing Allie and Justin from book one along with catching up with them. This is such a fun, quick read with some really nice hot scenes...yowza! I hope we get more from this family because they are a gem. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
This was a funny, cute, story with witty, flirty, banter as well as some heat in this opposites attract romance. But as much as I enjoyed the book it started a little slow for me and I ended up putting it down more often than not, but eventually it did pick up. The main characters are likable. I enjoyed their growing connection and chemistry. They had a playfulness and flirtatiousness that did explode into a lot of Hotness. It is well written. I enjoyed the family interactions and how this interfered with Brandon and Lesas’ ability to act on their feelings that they have for one another. I also enjoyed and found it interesting, that the storyline, revolved around a partnership of the bourbon and tequila businesses. I would like to thank Entangled for the opportunity to read and review this story for them. This is the first time I have read this author and look forward to more of her stories. I voluntarily agreed to read and review an ARC through NetGalley.
This second book in the Bourbon Boys series was seriously good fun reading...with a wacky cast of characters that leave you clutching your sides with laughter at some of the wickedly smart dialog...especially from Grandpa Morgan. Bourbon as a subject matter made for a fascinating story, with just enough background and terminology to keep things interesting and moving along at a fairly quick clip. Brandon as a true Southern gentleman was endearing in his protectiveness towards Lesa...and her mixing up metaphors was hilarious. I loved that there was no over the top stereotypes, just well developed characters that translated well in their own way, cultures were left completely out of the mixture and to the imagination of the reader. This book was provided by the Publisher and Netgalley, I am voluntarily providing my honest review.
A Shot with You by Teri Anne Stanley.....This was a sweet fun read that holds your attention. Brandon comes from a Bourbon making family and Lesa comes from a Tequila making family. I enjoyed Brandon and Lesa, they had so much chemistry, can these two combine their differences and make a relationship work. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book from publisher via NetGalley.
A Shot with You by Terri Anne Stanley is book number two in the Bourbon Brothers series. This is Lesa Ruiz and Brandon Morgan's story. This is a sexy, sweet, and funny romance. I enjoyed the book even though it started out a little slow. The chemistry between Brandon and Lesa was great. I also enjoyed the humor the author incorporated into the story. This was a fun read. I really loved Brandon's character. FYI, includes mature content. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Cute story! It didn't quite have the impact that the first one in the series did ( Drunk on You ), but it was still a worthy follow-up. Brandon and Lesa make a nice couple, even if some of the drama isn't quite there--the family dynamics and chemistry makes up for a lot, though. This is one I would have liked to have heard in audio, if only to hear Lesa's accent and occasional Spanish dialogue. An entertaining way to start the new year! Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
I voluntarily reviewed this book from Netgalley in exchange for a honest review.A cute romantic storyline with likeable characters. The cover caught my attention.
A cute humorous story that made me laugh and left me smiling. Lesa Ruiz, daughter of a tequila distributor and Brandon Morgan a member of a long time bourbon producing family are an unlikely pair. She's trying to save the family tequila business and he's looking to strengthen his family business. No time for romance for either of them. Is mixing business with pleasure the best way for these two to get together?? Definitely a recommended read.
Who's playing who? Ms. Stanley is an author after my own heart. A winning story, a spicy heroine, what's not to like? Lesa may be down but she's not out. She's not above a little seductive manipulation to get her point across. Brandon skills are more boardroom than bedroom, but for Lesa he just might make an exception. The biggest strength of A Shot With You, Ms. Stanley and her characters drew me in too.