Title: Deceived (Whiskey Nights #3) Author: Suzannah Daniels Release Day Blitz: August 18, 2015 Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Hosted by: SBB Promotions
DECEIVED is a new adult, contemporary romance recommended for adult readers due to mature content.
A hotel room.
An invitation that goes horribly awry.
Now that Seren Flanagan has graduated from college and returned to Creekview, Tennessee, she’s getting reacquainted with her old high school friends, including Cade Mayfield. She had a crush on him in high school but lacked the courage to act on it.
Luckily, she’s not the same shy girl who used to admire him from afar. Knowing what she wants, she sets a plan in motion to capture his attention by inviting him on a trip to Ireland.
But things don’t always go as planned—a lesson that Seren will soon learn the hard way.
DECEIVED is the third book in the WHISKEY NIGHTS series. Since each book focuses on a different couple, they can be read as stand-alones, but many readers may prefer to read them in order for maximum enjoyment.
~ Excerpt from a scene in an Irish pub ~
“It looks like we order at the bar. What do you want?”
She wiggled out of her jacket, shrugging her shoulders in the process. “Surprise me.”
I took her coat and laid it in the empty booth seat across from us, and then, I removed mine, too. After ordering, I grabbed our drinks and slid in beside Flanagan, knowing that I should’ve sat on the opposite side but unable to help myself. “I ordered you a nut brown ale, and I got a stout,” I said, setting our glasses down. “No fruity drinks. I think you’ve already met your quota for Pear Martinis this year. These were brewed locally.”
“Forcing me to step out of my comfort zone?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yep.” I cupped my palm around the glass of stout. “I also ordered us a couple of steaks. The meat’s delivered from a local farm daily. How’s that for fresh?”
“A steak sounds so good right now,” she said, fluttering her eyes closed like she was already imagining the taste. She glanced at my glass. “Let me try yours.”
I put my arm around the back of the booth, just behind her shoulders, and pushed the glass in her direction.
She took a tiny sip and wrinkled her nose. “That’s really strong.”
“Come on, Flanagan,” I goaded. “You didn’t even get enough to taste. Drink up.”
She took a bigger swig, daintily wiping her mouth with her napkin when she was done. “Whew!” She shook her head rapidly as if the taste lingered. “That’s still really strong.”
I chuckled, lifting the glass to my lips and taking a long drink. The taste was much different than my usual beer, and while I didn’t like it quite as well, I decided to reserve my judgment for when I finished.
“Try yours,” I suggested, nodding toward her glass. She took a small sip. Then, seeming satisfied with that, she took a longer drink. “Much better.” She held the glass to me. “Here, you try it.”
There was something magical about being in an entirely different country, surrounded by total strangers in an unfamiliar setting. It could almost make me feel like I was someone else entirely, like all the shit that had happened in my life didn’t apply here, like for a little while I could escape my own reality, my own shortcomings.
I knew I shouldn’t unless I was prepared for all the consequences. Once I crossed the line, there was no going back.
But damn she was sexy.
And I’d been thinking about it ever since she sat down beside me in the bar a few months ago when she’d returned to Creekview for good.
I tried to think about all the ways this could go wrong. And if I screwed things up, I could lose our friendship, something I cherished. Maybe the best thing that I could do for Flanagan right now was to leave her alone.
But I was selfish.
And I wanted her.
And I didn’t have the strength to resist her, not here, not now.
“I think I will try your drink,” I said softly, accepting the glass from her and setting it back on the table without drinking from it.
She gave me a strange look, her lips parting in surprise.
My arm slid from the back of the booth to her shoulders, and I gently pulled her toward me. With my free hand, I cupped her cheek, my thumb resting near the corner of her mouth. I leaned down, pausing when I was mere inches from her face. Her eyes widened, and her chest rose as if she had sucked in a small breath and held it. She licked her lips, and I was aroused by her innocent gesture. I watched her. Her eyes closed, her long dark lashes fanning over her cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth as my thumb arced lightly across her face.
Damn, I couldn’t wait another second. I lowered my lips to hers, delivering the softest of kisses. Then, my tongue teased her lips, begging her to open to me, so that I could taste her, something I had deprived myself of for far too long.
The nutty flavors of the ale melded with her sweetness, a tantalizing concoction that permeated my brain with pleasure. Her hand squeezed my thigh, bringing me the satisfaction of knowing that she was enjoying our kiss every bit as much as I. When I deepened the kiss, a soft moan emanated from her throat, and her hand slid higher, gripping more tightly as if she needed something to hold on to. The effect had my entire body standing at full attention. How the hell had I stayed away from her this long?
Forcing my thoughts away from fears that had become my own personal barrier, I concentrated only on her. Reluctantly ending the kiss, I pulled away slightly and found her deep sapphire eyes focused on me.
“That’s the best damn ale I ever tasted,” I said softly, well aware that her hand still rested on my thigh.
“You didn’t even get enough to taste,” she whispered, mimicking me. “Drink up.”
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