Blog Tour ~ Whiskey Business by Becca Jackson ~ Excerpt | Teaser | Giveaway
Afternoon all~
A happy swoony welcome to the Blog Tour for Whiskey Business by Becca Jackson. The newest book in Love in No Man’s land featuring new characters and new romance and OMG I am just swooning. Fake dating! Sign me up!
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Love in No Man’s Land Series, Book 3
When Marcus suggests we make a bet and if I win I get his ex’s ticket on a four day cruise, I’m not sure he’s for real. He doesn’t like to gamble and he hates to lose even more than I do. Yet, the allure of sharing a room with him for four glorious days is too tempting to resist.
To my surprise, I win, and Marcus doesn’t resist the outcome. It’s almost like he actually wanted to lose. But that would be crazy, right?
Things take an even wilder turn when Marcus’s mom mistakes me for his fiancé, and neither of us corrects her. Now, his whole family believes we’re engaged, and we’re caught in a tangled mess of lies, with even his brother and our friends joining the charade.
Amidst the chaos, I have to admit that this plan might just be the best idea I’ve ever had. Well, except for our little rehearsal of a staged kiss, just in case we need to perform it in front of his family. That was the best idea ever, because with his hands on my waist and his mouth on mine I’m starting to think this fake relationship might be more real than either of us thought.
But when a past hookup threatens to expose everything, it forces Marcus to choose between revealing the truth or pretending I’m just like his former flame.
Can our fake relationship survive reality, or will it crumble under the weight of secrets and revelations?
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Becca Jackson is the author of mm romance stories that deliver heart, heat, and happily ever afters for some totally adorkable and fabulous guys.
Excerpt
ARI:
The tall, glass building of my family’s law firm never looked more ominous than it does right now. I’m standing at the doors, far enough away that I don’t obstruct the other people making their way in, but close enough that every time the doors open I get a glimpse of the security check and reception desk. People scramble past to get inside, none of them paying me much attention. Why would they? It’s not like my name is on the building–oh, wait, it is, but I haven’t been here in years. If I had my way, I’d never be back here again. But I made a deal and I never back out on a deal.
Five years ago I stood in his office, way up there on the sixty-first floor, and promised that when I returned I’d be everything he wanted me to be. I’d be done embarrassing him, be ready to take my place beside him at Finch and Finch and continue to build up the respectable name. The firm he and my grandfather started. I’m nowhere near ready. These last five years only proved one thing; I’ll never be the man he wants me to be.
I pull at my tie; it’s like a noose around my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter the longer I stall.
I should just go inside. I have to face what’s coming, but I can’t convince my feet to move. I free the tie and ball it up in my pocket. I use my other hand to unbutton the neck of my shirt and as I squeeze it tighter, air rushes into my lungs, bringing a modicum of relief.
How do I do this?
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, hands shaking.
MARCUS: I just found out that there is a ’60s theme night on this thing. Costumes will be required. Are you sure you still want to go?
Marcus out of a suit and in hippy bell bottoms and a silk shirt? Hell yes I’m sure I want to go.
ARI: Leave the costumes to me. We’ll be the best dressed on the cruise. They have prizes for that, right?
MARCUS: No idea about the prizes, but you’ll be in for a challenge if you want to win, some of the family are in the theatre, so they’ll bring it.
ARI: Oh, I love a challenge.
MARCUS: I’m well aware of that.
My hands are no longer shaking as I lock my phone and slip it back into my pocket. This cruise is going to be amazing. Four days of face to face time with Marcus, could a guy wish for anything more? I look up at the building again and it somehow doesn’t seem so sinister. Maybe I can do this.
