A Double Shot of Bourbon
(Bourbon Series #2)
(Bourbon Series #2)
Author: A.C. Land
Publication Date: October 18th, 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Publication Date: October 18th, 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Book Description:
Lonna
Stuart is proud to be the most beautiful girl most people have ever
seen. But on the inside she’s dying. Her mother’s grating comments and
her boyfriend’s obsessive control are suffocating her.
There’s only one person who sees the real Lonna.
Son of the infamous Bourbon Butcher, Collin toes an invisible line of perfection; he’s a football prodigy; a hard working employee; and, what Lonna’s boyfriend considers, a retard. A slight stutter keeps Collin back from making too many friends, but he observes better than anyone, and he sees things most people miss. He sees the pain in Lonna’s eyes and the sadness in her frown. When she nearly drowns, Collin’s the only one willing to sacrifice himself to save her.
Inspired by Collin’s overwhelming kindness and drawn to the sheer greatness of him, Lonna begins to pull away from her asphyxiating life. But unbeknownst to both of them, Collin’s father, busy planning an epic escape from prison.
EXCERPT
We sat down at the same round table. Our hands clasped underneath. Her palm was sweaty and my fingers trembled.
They arrived together, their appearances as different as two men could be. Warren looked older than any picture I’d ever seen of him. His dark eyes sat in sunken hollows of his skeletal face. His shoulders hunched and a dark blue jumpsuit hung off his bony frame.
Trent’s muscles rippled off every inch of him, starting with his neck. If he hadn’t tripped over his feet, nearly knocking Warren over, he might have been intimidating.
“Great,” I murmured to my clumsy bestie, “you’re related.”
“Anyone could be uncoordinated,” she bit back. She might have had a stronger defense if they didn’t share eyes and her mom hadn’t already admitted he was her father.
Trent fell down opposite us, but Warren just stood there. “Gotta get up,” he said to me.
“Excuse me?” I gasped.
“Two of us can’t sit together.” One of his gnarled fingers gestured back to Trent. “You gotta get up. We’ll sit over here. You and me.”
I squeezed Charli’s fingers, silently asking if she’d read anything about this during her many hours of research. The plan was for all of us to be together. That was the only reason I tagged along, the only reason I agreed to let her do it too. I was Warren’s visitor, she was Trent’s, but we were all together.
She cut glances back and forth between the men, her lips flapping in confusion. Typical. I loved that my little caterpillar was blossoming into a take-charge-butterfly, but she’d caught her leg on the cocoon.
Staring directly into Warren’s dead eyes out of practiced calm, my voice warbled, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He rocked back on his heels. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Then ya wasted a trip.”
“Just go,” Charli mumbled. “I’m fine.”
Was she? Trent could have reached across the table and broken her neck. It wouldn’t have taken a second, judging by his muscled arms. Furthermore, what about me? I didn’t want to leave Charli to go with this freak.
I was still trying to make up my mind on whether or not to say screw-it to the whole trip when I caught Warren’s focus honed in on my tits. Slapping my palm over my non-existent cleavage, I snorted in disbelief. The freaking pervert licked his lips.
God, if Collin saw this, he’d beat the ever loving shit out of his father.
“Ugh, whatever.”
There’s only one person who sees the real Lonna.
Son of the infamous Bourbon Butcher, Collin toes an invisible line of perfection; he’s a football prodigy; a hard working employee; and, what Lonna’s boyfriend considers, a retard. A slight stutter keeps Collin back from making too many friends, but he observes better than anyone, and he sees things most people miss. He sees the pain in Lonna’s eyes and the sadness in her frown. When she nearly drowns, Collin’s the only one willing to sacrifice himself to save her.
Inspired by Collin’s overwhelming kindness and drawn to the sheer greatness of him, Lonna begins to pull away from her asphyxiating life. But unbeknownst to both of them, Collin’s father, busy planning an epic escape from prison.
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EXCERPT
We sat down at the same round table. Our hands clasped underneath. Her palm was sweaty and my fingers trembled.
They arrived together, their appearances as different as two men could be. Warren looked older than any picture I’d ever seen of him. His dark eyes sat in sunken hollows of his skeletal face. His shoulders hunched and a dark blue jumpsuit hung off his bony frame.
Trent’s muscles rippled off every inch of him, starting with his neck. If he hadn’t tripped over his feet, nearly knocking Warren over, he might have been intimidating.
“Great,” I murmured to my clumsy bestie, “you’re related.”
“Anyone could be uncoordinated,” she bit back. She might have had a stronger defense if they didn’t share eyes and her mom hadn’t already admitted he was her father.
Trent fell down opposite us, but Warren just stood there. “Gotta get up,” he said to me.
“Excuse me?” I gasped.
“Two of us can’t sit together.” One of his gnarled fingers gestured back to Trent. “You gotta get up. We’ll sit over here. You and me.”
I squeezed Charli’s fingers, silently asking if she’d read anything about this during her many hours of research. The plan was for all of us to be together. That was the only reason I tagged along, the only reason I agreed to let her do it too. I was Warren’s visitor, she was Trent’s, but we were all together.
She cut glances back and forth between the men, her lips flapping in confusion. Typical. I loved that my little caterpillar was blossoming into a take-charge-butterfly, but she’d caught her leg on the cocoon.
Staring directly into Warren’s dead eyes out of practiced calm, my voice warbled, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He rocked back on his heels. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Then ya wasted a trip.”
“Just go,” Charli mumbled. “I’m fine.”
Was she? Trent could have reached across the table and broken her neck. It wouldn’t have taken a second, judging by his muscled arms. Furthermore, what about me? I didn’t want to leave Charli to go with this freak.
I was still trying to make up my mind on whether or not to say screw-it to the whole trip when I caught Warren’s focus honed in on my tits. Slapping my palm over my non-existent cleavage, I snorted in disbelief. The freaking pervert licked his lips.
God, if Collin saw this, he’d beat the ever loving shit out of his father.
“Ugh, whatever.”
About the Author
Author of the Bourbon series, A. C. Land has been a lover
of stories since she first read about Peter Pan giving Wendy an acorn
and teaching her to fly. She always dreamed of telling big stories
about small towns.
Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A. C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.
Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A. C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.
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