on October 13th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy on Amazon
ItÔÇÖs crazy how fast the buzz comes back after youÔÇÖve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation ÔÇö it was just us.
It was just him ÔÇö the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me ÔÇö the alcoholic, pretending like I didnÔÇÖt want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didnÔÇÖt make me crave him any less.
But we canÔÇÖt start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
“Ten stars for this brilliantly written love story. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s flawed. It’s simply perfection.” – New York Times Bestselling Author Kim Karr
“A Love Letter To Whiskey starts out with a slow burn, but before you know it you are intoxicated and unable to stop until you reach the end. Once you hit the end, you are completely drunk in love with Steiner’s words. Her best work to date and my favorite read of 2016.” – Brittainy C. Cherry, Amazon #1 Bestselling Author
“You will savor Whiskey to the very last drop, and the hangover will be worth every heart-wrenching second. Steiner’s writing is as smooth as scotch, as heady as whiskey, with a sweet afterburn that will leave you addicted.” – Bestselling Author Staci Hart
“A Love Letter to Whiskey will get you drunk on feels. Wildly intoxicating, I could not put it down. An absolute masterpiece for angst lovers.” – Angie, Angie’s Dreamy Reads
Check out our #OUAPblog #BuddyRead #6StarReview
The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.
I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.
Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no ÔÇ£boots and scarvesÔÇØ season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.
As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep up with JennaÔÇÖs cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I hated running ÔÇö absolutely loathed it. I would much rather have been on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her, IÔÇÖd agreed eagerly, even knowing IÔÇÖd have screaming ribs and calves by the end of the day.
I saw him first.
I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and IÔÇÖd been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first ÔÇö brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt ÔÇö but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us.
I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for ÔÇ£hot guy up aheadÔÇØ, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.
I smacked into him ÔÇö hard ÔÇö and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.
It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how youÔÇÖd expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasnÔÇÖt registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.
Handsome wasnÔÇÖt the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide ÔÇö almost too round ÔÇö and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didnÔÇÖt coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time ÔÇö those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it werenÔÇÖt for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.
ÔÇ£Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!ÔÇØ JennaÔÇÖs voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. IÔÇÖd barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. ÔÇ£How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where youÔÇÖre going, huh champ?ÔÇØ
I didnÔÇÖt even have time to call dibs, I couldnÔÇÖt even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.
Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol ÔÇö it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what youÔÇÖd call ÔÇ£spitfiresÔÇØ, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.
And then he did, too.
His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look IÔÇÖd watched fall over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they should have been ÔÇö she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure best friend – I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented – just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.
But weÔÇÖll get to that.
ÔÇ£Hi,ÔÇØ Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting ÔÇö if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, IÔÇÖd say charming. He just oozed charm. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm Jamie.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.ÔÇØ She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B ÔÇö everyone did ÔÇö so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?
Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.ÔÇØ He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasnÔÇÖt paying attention to the trail, and he wasnÔÇÖt the guilty party.
ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs fine,ÔÇØ I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time, and I felt naked beneath his gaze. IÔÇÖd never had anyone look at me that way ÔÇö completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.
But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. IÔÇÖd seen it a million times, but this was the first time I felt sick watching it happen.
I saw him first, but it didnÔÇÖt matter.
Because he saw her.