Whiskey Sharp: Torn

Whiskey Sharp: Torn

by Lauren Dane

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Whiskey Sharp: Torn by Lauren Dane

Sometimes what you find isn’t what you were searching for

Beau Petty has been searching his whole life. Searching for a place that fills all the empty spaces in him. Searching for a way to tame the restlessness. Searching for answers to the secret he’s never stopped trying to solve. What he wasn’t searching for was a woman to claim all of him, but when Cora Silvera walks back into his life, he’s ready to search out all the ways he can make her his.

Cora has spent her life as the family nurturer, taking care of others. But now she’s ready to pass that job on to someone else. It’s time to make some changes and live for herself. It’s in that moment that her former teenage crush reappears and the draw and the heat of their instant connection is like nothing either of them has experienced. He craves being around her. She accepts him, dark corners and all.

Beau thinks Cora’s had enough drama in her life. He wants to protect her from the secrets of his past, even if it means holding back the last pieces of himself. But Cora is no pushover and she means to claim all those pieces.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373799428
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 06/26/2018
Series: Whiskey Sharp , #3
Edition description: Original
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 70,362
Product dimensions: 4.00(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Lauren Dane is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas across several genres. She lives in the Northwest with her patient husband and three wild children.

Visit Lauren on the web at www.laurendane.com

E-mail laurendane@laurendane.com

Twitter: @laurendane

You can write to her at: PO BOX 45175, Seattle, WA 98145

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CHAPTER 1

Pointed west home beckons. Waits for you like a lover.

Not too many hours after getting off an airplane, Cora approached Whiskey Sharp — a barbershop, and in the evenings, a bar. The lazily swirling red-and-white candy cane sign out front was illuminated and the interior lights cast a shine against the gold-toned flourish of the shop's title on the front glass doors.

Inside, it smelled of sandalwood and amber, two of the more popular scents of the products used in hair and beards. Music played loud enough to feel like an embrace but it didn't drown out the low hum of conversation from the people knotted around the bar area.

Alexsei Petrov, Maybe's husband, but also Cora's friend, owned and ran the place that had become another home for Cora. He saw her come in and smiled, tipping his chin to where Maybe stood, working at her station. Giving someone a shave by the looks of it.

Three months before, her friend's hair had been platinum blonde, but currently the tips were a brilliant teal blue that bled into a wash of purple.

It would have looked absurd on most people, but Maybe managed to make it seem retro and futuristic at the same time when she coupled it with high-waisted gray pinstripe pants and a crisp white button-down shirt.

Rachel stood, her hip resting against the table, a smile on her face reserved for the client who Cora now recognized as Rachel's man, Vic, sitting in Maybe's chair getting that shave.

The weight of the familiar was lovely and bloomed through her belly. This was another one of her places. Full of her people.

"You bitches are still the hottest chicks I know," she said as she approached.

Rachel looked over, her eyes widening in pleasure and recognition. "You're here!" "I told you I'd come by," Cora said, swallowed up into a hug.

"I know but you're here now. Yay!" Maybe took over the next hug, smacking a kiss right onto her lips before stepping back.

Laughing, she got hugs from the wild bearded Russians, as Rachel and Maybe referred to their dudes.

"Everyone missed you. Not more than us, naturally, but still," Rachel said after Cora had been loved up on by all her friends. "Three months is way too long to go without seeing you."

"It's nice to be missed." She was pretty sure she'd just finished her last extended trip with her mother. Yes, it was travel for work and she liked to go to new places. But these long stints meant she had avoided getting a dog or a cat. It wasn't fair to have to leave them with someone for weeks and weeks. It also meant that aside from one long-distance relationship that had ended two years before, Cora hadn't really seen anyone seriously.

She wanted more roots. And a dog. And maybe someone to go on dates with.

She'd settle for a drink and some food as she hung out with her crew to start.

"Wren said she already invited you to dinner," Maybe called out as she began to clean her station up.

"She informed me one of their friends is cooking and that there'd be cake. So naturally I'm in."

Gregori — another wild bearded Russian — was Vic and Alexsei's cousin. He also happened to be a hugely successful artist Cora had known for years through the local art scene. He and his wife, Wren — an artist in her own right — lived in a loft space above Whiskey Sharp.

"There's always cake at their place. It's like a little bit of heaven right upstairs," Maybe said.

"It's like what I imagine heaven to be, that's for sure," Cora answered.

"If there's no cake, how can it be heaven?" Rachel said it like a sacred prayer and Cora agreed utterly.

"I can't wait to hear all about your time in London but Wren said she wanted to hear it too and so not to visit too much without her." Maybe hooked her arm through Cora's. "I want to hear it now, so let's get going. I'm also hungry."

"You know how she gets when she's hungry," Alexsei said with a smirk at the corners of his mouth. Maybe rolled her eyes, but smiled as she did it, so Cora knew she wasn't offended.

And he was right because Maybe was lovely and sweet, but not when she was hungry.

They all headed out and down the sidewalk half a block to the doors leading to the small lobby, where the residents of the lofts had their mailboxes and the elevator.

The scent of garlic and onions swirled around her senses as they got out on the right floor. Gregori and Wren's door was painted bright, shiny red and flew open before they were able to use the doorbell.

Wren, wearing a huge grin, rushed at Cora and hugged her tight. "Hi! Come have champagne and eat yummy food while you tell us all how the last three months were."

"I can do that. You look fantastic," Cora told her as they headed toward the kitchen area. "Marriage agrees with you."

Her friends had come back from an impromptu trip right before Cora had left for London only to announce they'd gotten married along the way. After several years of living together, it had been the right choice for their relationship.

"I look exactly the same except for the ring part and the way his mom gives me, and then my belly, a pointed look every time I see her," Wren said.

"Welcome to my world," Maybe said. "Irena has now taken to telling me about all the baby clothes she saw but didn't buy because she had no grandchildren to wear them. I tried to get her obsessing about Rachel's womb, but she's too wily."

"Mind your own womb. You've been with Alexsei longer than I've been with Vic. It's your time to shine, bitch," Rachel said with a laugh.

"I'm so messed up. I missed you all so much." Cora hugged each one tightly.

"You're the perfect kind of messed up," Rachel said, linking her arm through Cora's.

This was good. The best, happiest part of her life.

Her stomach growled as she sucked in the scents all around. "I need food."

"We've got that covered," Gregori called out to them. "Come, I'm pouring champagne."

"No need to call me twice when there's booze involved," Cora murmured to Rachel, who snickered.

Fairy lights and candles made the loft glow. Plus it was the perfect light and her skin would look way better than the jet lag currently responsible for dark circles under her eyes.

"It's all romantical in here and shit," Cora said, and then nearly swallowed all her spit when she caught sight of who was standing at the stove.

CHAPTER 2

There is wild joy in recognition. A leap of faith to let yourself be known. An old magic.

Well over six feet of hot-ass ginger celebrity chef, former model and childhood poster boy for a cult — and most notably one of her first really hard crushes — Beau Petty had aged really, really well. He had the kind of face that would only get better as he aged. At seventy-five, he'd still be searingly hot because it wasn't just that he was chiseled and taut and broad shouldered, his attitude seemed to pump out confident alpha male.

He'd been gorgeous when she'd been sixteen and he twenty-one or -two, but seventeen years later, he was magnetic and intense on a whole new level. It made her heart skip a little just looking at him.

Cora had to lock her knees when his gaze flicked from Rachel over to her and his expression melted from surprise into pleasure as he dried his hands on a towel and headed toward her.

And then he hugged her and holy wow it was better than a doughnut. He smelled good and was big and hard and, wow, he was hugging her and when he stepped back he said her name. "Cora."

It seemed as if the word echoed through her, plucked her like a musical note.

Wow.

"It's really good to see you," he said as he stepped back, and she had to crane her neck to look up, and up, into his face.

"What an unexpected surprise," Cora told him.

"We have some catching up to do."

The lines around his eyes begged for a kiss.

"You guys know each other? I mean, duh. Obviously as you just said her name and there was a hug and stuff." Maybe smiled brightly, fishing for details in her cheerful, relentless way.

"First champagne and introductions, and then we will hear that story," Gregori said, interrupting Maybe's nosiness long enough to hand out glasses.

He'd knownback then that she'd had a crush on him, but she was still a kid. Then. Now? She still carried herself as if a secret song played in her head. But there was nothing girlish about her now.

Her hair — shades of brunette from milk chocolate to red wine — was captured back from her face in a ponytail, tied with a scarf that managed to look artsy and retro instead of silly. It only accentuated how big her eyes were, how high her cheekbones, the swell of her bottom lip that looked so juicy he wanted to bite it.

"Get started, if you're hungry." He indicated the long butcher-block counter where he'd set up some appetizers. "I was down at Pike Place earlier so the oysters are sweet and fresh. That's also where the octopus in the salad came from, caught today. Just a quick grill with lemon and olive oil and pickled red onions."

"Oh my god, really?" Cora cruised straight over and grabbed a plate.

A woman with an appreciation for food was sexy as hell.

"Update me on your life. What are you doing here in Seattle?" she asked, after eating two of the oysters and humming her satisfaction. "So good. This octopus is ridiculous. Is that jalapeño?"

"Good catch. Yes, in the olive oil I used to dress it."

"I like it. What else are you making? Not that this isn't really good, but I'm greedy."

Watching her enjoy his food was a carnal shot to his gut. It set him off balance enough that he focused on the food for a few beats.

"I'm working on a new cookbook so I'm trying out some seafood recipes. Scallop and crab cakes with a couscous salad," he said, pointing at the food.

"Yum! Ah, that's why you're in town?"

"I've been in Los Angeles for a long time." Feeling antsy. He had houses, but no home. "I felt a change would be good. A friend who owns a number of restaurants in the area has given me access to his kitchens so I can try my ideas out there, as well." He liked working around other chefs, found creative challenge in that atmosphere in a kitchen where the whole team loved to cook.

It was a good sort of competitive spirit. Pushed him to up his game, to be better. Far healthier for his liver and heart than all the drugs and alcohol that'd fueled his early twenties.

"That's excellent," she said. "Sometimes a change in surroundings is what you need to hit the reset button. Congratulations on your success. Every time I see your face on a cookbook or on television it makes me smile."

He'd come a long way since he'd left the religious group many called a cult back when he was just seventeen. When he'd met Cora he'd only been out of Road to Glory for three years. Barely more than a legal adult. Modeling and wasting his money on drugs and private investigators, trying to find the children that had been stolen from him when the remaining cult members not yet arrested had gone on the run.

Seventeen years and it had been more than one lifetime. And he still hadn't found his sons, who were adults by that point. Wherever they were now, all Beau could do was hope they were all right.

He shoved it away, into that well-worn place he kept his past, and went back to her compliments. "Thanks. What are you up to these days? I know your mom is still working because I listen to her stuff a lot when I cook."

"She and I just got back from three months in London as she finished up a project."

Rachel wandered over to them to add her two cents. "And she pretty much runs the gallery. Plus she holds the tattoo shop together. And keeps Walda out of trouble, which is a full-time job. She writes poetry and takes amazing photographs. Oh, and she's an amazing knitter."

"I keep books for my sister from time to time. That's hardly holding the shop together," Cora said with affection clear in her tone.

"And the marketing. You set up the new network too. So, yeah, holding things together. It's what she does. How do you and Cora know one another?" Rachel repeated Maybe's earlier question more firmly, clearly taking his measure.

"At first glance you think it's Maybe who's the pushiest. But Rachel is way sneakier," Cora told him with a shrug. "Beau and I met when he and Walda lived in the same building in Santa Monica. I was fifteen or sixteen at the time. He was a model so Mom kept herself between us. As if he even noticed me when he was surrounded by gorgeous models."

He hadn't noticed Walda getting between him and Cora, but Cora had been correct that he hadn't seen her in that way. For a whole host of reasons, chiefly that she was simply too young.

Then. Not so much now.

"We were there a year so I had a tutor, who, if I recall correctly, Beau definitely noticed." Cora snickered.

Beau hadn't learned algebra until he was an adult. Hadn't read a single classic literary novel until he was twenty-one. Education was a tool, something to dig yourself out of a bad spot — especially if you didn't have the face and fortune to be a model while you got your education — so he was glad Walda snapped to it when it came to being sure her daughter got what she needed.

He honestly couldn't even remember the tutor, just the sweet kid who'd grown up well.

"Anyway, that's how we met, and in the intervening years he's been a supermodel and now a celebrity chef and cookbook author." Cora smiled at him. "Go you."

"How do you know Gregori?" Rachel asked once they'd settled in at the long table in the main room.

"Beau and I were young men with more money than sense in the art scene," Gregori said. "He was one of the first friends I made here in the US. We've been in contact on and off since. I had no idea of the connection between him and Cora."

"It was a pleasant surprise," Beau told them with a shrug. "I know many people. I'm friends with very few, so those I like to keep around."

"I didn't even know crab and scallop cakes were an actual thing. I vote yay," Cora said as she put another two on her plate.

In addition, there were brussels sprout leaves roasted with parmesan and walnuts, fruit and cheese with honey, wine, champagne and at the end, not just one cake, but two.

Not a lot satisfied Beau more than seeing people enjoy food he'd made. Cooking was his way of pleasing others. Of being worthy.

Even as fucked-up as he was, he'd managed to substitute out the most harmful ways of feeling worthy and pleasing others. His life was his own now. No one made his choices. He owed no one anything he didn't want to give.

A far cry from his days in Road to Glory, when every bit of his life had been chosen for him and the others in the group.

"You're having a very intense conversation in your head," Cora said quietly.

He shrugged. "Not really," he lied.

She sniffed, like she wanted him to know she saw right through him. Defensiveness rose in his gut, warring with fascination and no small amount of admiration that she would not only see the truth of it, but also let him know she got that he was evading.

But she let it go and he appreciated it a great deal.

A few hours in, Vic and Rachel peeled off. Gregori explained that Vic worked in a bakery, the same one that had provided some of the sweets they'd eaten that night, and had to be up by four-thirty.

He realized, as they cleaned up, that he didn't really want his time with Cora to end. Which was unusual. Unusual enough that he paid attention to it. She was a gorgeous, creative, interesting woman and an old friend. That was it. Probably.

Still, when she headed to the door, he followed. "Hey, where are you off to?" "Home. I've been up well over twenty-four hours at this point and the travel has just sort of smacked me in the head. Now that my belly is full and I've been loved up on by my friends, I'm going to head back to my place and sleep for many hours."

"Where are you parked? Do you need a ride home?" Wren asked Cora, and then Gregori sighed. Clearly he'd noticed the chemistry between Cora and Beau all night.

Cora hadn't seemed to hear Gregori's sigh as she replied, "I'm just parked right around the corner at the lot near Ink Sisters. I'm good. Thank you though." Cora hugged Wren, and then tiptoed up to do the same with Gregori.

"I'll walk with you," Beau said, grabbing his coat. "If that's cool with you."

Cora shrugged. "Sure. You don't have to. It's not that far."

"And then you can give him a ride," Gregori told her. "He's staying in a flat in the Bay Vista Tower so he's on your way home anyway."

Gregori gave him a very slight smile. Beau owed his friend a beer for that little suggestion that allowed him more time with her.

(Continues…)



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Whiskey Sharp: Torn 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Honolulubelle 8 months ago
Favorite Quotes: Beau’s had quite the colorful life. I mean. Wow. Also the modeling shots alone might have made me pregnant. Naked, he’s like one of those magical things you’re not supposed to look at directly or you get ensorcelled. I guess I need to make an honest man out of you or people might think you were easy… You must really love me to want my crazy mixing up with your crazy. You do realize we might have just bred the Kwisatz Haderach, right? People take pictures of you. You’re not just a pretty surfing tourist. You’re Beau Petty. And so some video of you giving me the business would end up online and everyone would savage my thighs… Rachel snatched the dog from her sister and Cora decided not to inform them that Beau had fed Jezzy an entire can of those gross sausages that smelled like dog food. Cute though Jezzy was, she also farted like a demon, and then pretended it wasn’t her. My Review: This book was a delight, I’ve never read this author before but look forward to further indulging myself with her magical combinations of words. Silly me, I jumped into a series with book three, and while it probably would have deepened my enjoyment and understanding of the secondary characters, it was not necessary to have read the previous books as Whiskey Sharp: Torn had strong legs, like mighty oaks, and was more than capable of standing alone. However, I am greedy and want to read the two earlier books as well as anything else this staggeringly talented wordsmith has scribbled. The characters were multi-layered, alluring, and captivating while adorned with fascinating and complicated histories. The storylines were engaging, unique, intriguing, and laced with levity, zinging banter, bawdy wit, and clever humor. The copious meals that were prepared and enjoyed tantalized and tortured this salivating dieter, as they sounded as drool-worthy as the lascivious and bootylicious sensual scenes. This was my favorite type of book as the featured couple enjoyed a refreshingly sweet, sensual, and profoundly nurturing and supportive relationship that was relatively conflict-free. And I absolutely loved this couple; they were adorable and precious, perfectly matched, irresistible, and off-the-charts passionate together. They were totally smitten and besotted and good to and for each other. I reveled in the ease, thoughtfulness, and care they took with each other, as well as their ability to scorch the sheets and singe the ceiling tiles. I have to adore a sweet and sexy man who can inventively cook in every room in the house.
Anonymous 9 months ago
I so loved this story between Cora and Beau. They instantly fit together searching for something that they both needed. They grew up so differently, but they both grew stronger for what they went through. They both had great, close and fantastic friends. Their story is a great 3rd book to this series.
CathyGeha 9 months ago
Whiskey Sharp: Torn Whiskey Sharp #3 Looking for an easy to read uncomplicated love story? If so, this is a good bet. Beau and Cora lived near one another when she was underage and she had a crush on him but she was definitely not on his radar till she reappeared in his live seventeen years later. And, when she appeared…she was instantly on his radar and her old crush was brought out, dusted off and quickly acted upon. Yes, they were a couple that fell into one another’s arms rapidly – like first date rapidly – and continued that aspect of their relationship throughout the book. Their dates were relatively tame with trips to places easily accessible to most and their encounters with her family much like others. His backstory included a cult, excommunication and family he is trying to locate and her story included a difficult prima donna type personality but all in all their confrontations were minimal and their love story flowed without bumps in the road ending with a HEA though no true closure on their pasts. I suppose many don’t get closure in life so why expect one in a romance? That said, if the author should choose to there is potential for stories in Cora’s family members and the cult that still has some of Beau’s family involved in it. Thank you to NetGalley and Harlequin Books for the ARC – This is my honest review. 3 Stars
JackieBCentralTexasJB 10 months ago
Book Info Mass Market Paperback Published June 26th 2018 by Harlequin Books ISBN 037379942X (ISBN13: 9780373799428) Edition Language English Series Whiskey Sharp #3 Other Editions (7) Source:Netgalley EARC Buy book from Amazon B&N BOOK BLURB Sometimes what you find isn’t what you were searching for Beau Petty has been searching his whole life. Searching for a place that fills all the empty spaces in him. Searching for a way to tame the restlessness. Searching for answers to the secret he’s never stopped trying to solve. What he wasn’t searching for was a woman to claim all of him, but when Cora Silvera walks back into his life, he’s ready to search out all the ways he can make her his. Cora has spent her life as the family nurturer, taking care of others. But now she’s ready to pass that job on to someone else. It’s time to make some changes and live for herself. It’s in that moment that her former teenage crush reappears and the draw and the heat of their instant connection is like nothing either of them has experienced. He craves being around her. She accepts him, dark corners and all. Beau thinks Cora’s had enough drama in her life. He wants to protect her from the secrets of his past, even if it means holding back the last pieces of himself. But Cora is no pushover and she means to claim all those pieces. My Thoughts A second chance romance between teen crush Beau Petty and Cora Silvera took 17 years to come to fruition. The fact that Cora is a few years younger no longer matters and their electric connection to each other is on a par with that of the previous two couples in the series. What I really liked about this pairing was the fact neither Beau nor Cora tried to make the other change in anyway. Unlike her domineering mother Beau accepted Cora's dreams and supported her need to finally take control of her own life rather than always smoothing the way for the rest of her family. Cora on the other hand has no desire for Beau to close off anything from her that he thinks would make a difference in how she perceives him. She too accepts him for who he is with no reservations or doubts that he is the one for her. Having both come from a less than normal childhood these two people find themselves able to connect on so many levels that it feels almost too good to be true. The one thing however that truly stands out is that despite any and all obstacles that crop up in the couples path they are willing to work together to make their relationship a lasting one. It has been quite the roller coaster ride waiting for Cora to get her own story. It was totally worth the wait for me! [EArc from Netgalley]
onemused 10 months ago
"Torn" is the third book in the Whiskey Sharp series, which began with workers in the unique bar plus men's shaving/haircut place. In this third book, we follow the best friend of the women from the first two books, Cora, as she finds love with a newer character, Beau. Cora has appeared relatively often in the first two books, despite her long travels with her artistic mother, Walda. Cora is Walda's keeper, no easy task, but is getting tired of the nomadic life and wants to settle down and get a dog (life goals). Her family owns a gallery which Cora is passionate about and dreams of running- if only she can detach her life from Walda's. She had met Beau when she was a teenager and he 21, and although she had a crush on him, the age difference deterred any kind of relationship. Seventeen years later, they see each other at a party of mutual friends and are drawn together in a way neither can resist. Beau is a TV chef and writer of cookbooks, as well as former model (so everyone gets to check out his photos). He is also connected inextricably from his past as a member of a religious cult which is run by his father, The Anointed. When Beau was excommunicated, he left his entire family- and his two baby sons- behind. Despite working with the FBI and private investigators, he has not been able to get in touch with them. The book primarily follows the relationship between Beau and Cora with glimpses into each of their life challenges. I actually wish we had been able to see and hear more about the challenges in Beau's life. We get more closure with Cora and her family. However, in terms of their relationship, the Whiskey Sharp series is fantastic at depicting two mature adults who know what they want and work to get and maintain it. I love the relative lack of drama between the primary couple. Another great thing is that the characters from the earlier books don't disappear, but instead, we get to see what they are up to and where they are throughout the book. I loved Maybe and Rachel (and their guys), so I was happy to continue their stories as well. Although you don't have to know about their books to enjoy this one, it was great to have some of the continued character lines here. Overall, I enjoyed it, but I did like the first two better. Cora and Beau are a great couple, and I actually just wish we had been able to hear more about Beau's life/get more closure on those issues. Regardless, they are a steamy couple with plenty of hot scenes to keep the romance alive. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.