CELEBRATE!
A Love Brothers Anthology
Release Date: December 15, 2016
Publisher: BeerWench Enterprises, LLC
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Distilled Blurb
At
Clementine Distillery, bourbon isn’t the only new development.
When Roni Diarmuid took a position at Clementine Distillery,
she planned on developing the best craft bourbon money could buy. She never
factored in having a tall, suave, and devastatingly handsome boss, Kurtis
Clements, who would make her panties melt.
Fortunately, the company doesn’t have a no fraternization rule.
When the universe seems to be against Roni and Kurtis’
romance—and the success of Clementine Distillery—accidents happen, things go
awry, and all hell breaks loose. Will Roni and Kurtis—and Clementine—survive
the accidents and sabotage, or will they fold?
Excerpt
Edited
to make excerpt PG. Some mention of erections in this passage.
Kurtis took his sheaf of papers to his office
and sat behind the antique cherry desk for a few minutes, gathering his
thoughts.
First,
no one mentioned Veronica Diarmuid’s appearance. I’ll have to give Thad a piece of my mind for keeping that tidbit to
himself. Thad Martin, Junior was his lawyer. His father, Thaddeus Senior,
was his parents’ attorney. Kurtis acknowledged Veronica was gorgeous, but
off-limits. Clementine Distillery wouldn’t end up with similar lawsuit issues
historically plaguing the Clements’ stables and household.
Kurtis
knew he wasn’t his father, nor his grandfather—even though he’d used
generational property and trust money to begin Clementine Distillery, which
required him to carry a version of the family moniker—and he wouldn’t make the
same mistakes they had. This was why knowing history was important. If we don’t
study history, we’re doomed to repeat it. Learn
from the mistakes of others and all that jazz.
His
cell phone vibrated, and the text message icon popped up. Kurtis chose to
ignore it and rose, pocketing his phone and heading for lunch with his new
distillery team.
The
atmosphere was light in the kitchen, Kurtis noted. He was glad—it seemed like
everyone was going to get along just fine. It didn’t appear like anyone would
be extremely needy or lazy, and for that, he was grateful. And he was even more
grateful he was able to hire Veronica and James. They both came with
significant experience, even though neither were beyond their early thirties.
Just babes in the distilling business.
Everyone
sat at the large table in the open end of the room, near some panoramic windows
letting in natural light. They seemed to be easily chatting as they ate, and he
heard occasional laughter. Always a good sign.
He
put together a plate with fresh fruit and vegetables, and then made a turkey
pita, before he pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Next, he headed
to join his team. His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, distracting him, and
then he felt a warm body and soft curves, just as a feminine Oh reached his ears.
His
plate hit the floor with a plop and
he focused his attention on steadying the delicious-smelling woman encroaching
on his personal space.
“I’m
sorry, I was reaching for my phone, and—” he said.
“It’s
okay, I bobbed when I should’ve weaved,” Veronica murmured.
They
regained their balance, and he realized he still held her upper arms. He
stepped back, narrowly avoiding the mess he’d made of his meal.
“Here,
let me help you.” She stooped at the same time he did, and their hands brushed
as they both tried to gather up the remains.
He
paused, and looked at Veronica. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green, and
her fiery red hair was twisted up into some knot behind her head. A few
tendrils corkscrewed against her jawline, and he resisted the urge to tuck them
behind her ear. “No need, I’ve got it.”
Just
then, Suzannah appeared. “Geez, Kurt. You need to focus on your surroundings
more. I might be used to staying out of your way, but these guys aren’t, yet.”
She produced a broom and dustpan from seemingly nowhere, and had the detritus
whisked away before Kurtis had properly risen.
“Again,
sorry about my klutziness, Veronica.”
“Don’t
worry about it. Oh, and most people call me Roni.”
Let go of her hand. Idiot. Kurtis
released her hand, after holding it for entirely too long.
She
blushed in the way only a fair-complexioned Irish redhead could. From her
chest, the flush crept up her neck and then settled in the apples of her
cheeks. She tipped her head and appeared to regard him thoughtfully. Then, she
smiled.
Kurtis
briefly wondered whether he was having a cardiac event. He felt as though the
wind were knocked out of him. When he realized it was just the beauty of
Veronica’s smile, he recovered quickly. The way it lit up her entire face made
her eyes sparkle—mischievously this time. “I look forward to working with you.”
Her
expression blanked briefly, and then she said, “Listen, I’m going to run home
and change. I’m sure this isn’t appropriate apparel for traipsing around fields
and renovated barns.”
The
air whooshed out of Kurtis’ lungs and
he allowed himself to peruse Veronica’s body—under the guise of inspecting her
clothing…since she pointed it out. She wore a vibrant green silk blouse that
hugged her slight frame in a wrap fashion. A mint camisole peered out from the
deep V. Over her slim hips, a pencil
skirt hugged her curves and reached below her knee. Sensible square-heeled navy
pumps finished her ensemble. After trailing his gaze up her body, he said in a
soft voice he hoped only she could hear, “Definitely not the best outfit for
what’s planned this afternoon, but—since you pointed it out—I couldn’t help but
notice how wonderfully it compliments your coloring and figure.” Warning! Warning! Impending boner! He
stepped away from her, hopefully far enough to get her floral-and-fruit scent
out of his nose.
He
glanced at the table where Thomas, James, and Derek sat as boisterous laughter
sounded from the group. They’re wrapped
up in discussion. Thank god.
“Thank
you. I’ve eaten lunch, so I’ll just pop home and be back by one. I’ll see you
then.”
He
nodded. “Drive carefully.”
She
turned and walked away, and Kurtis couldn’t even force himself to pull his eyes
away from her legs and rear in that skirt. Her gait was fluid and graceful.
When she passed the last large window across the porch, she glanced over her
shoulder and their eyes connected briefly. Or was it his imagination?
“Tsk.”
Kurtis
turned toward the sound.
“I
remade your sandwich and got you more fruit and veggies. Go eat, and stop being
stupid,” Suzannah admonished.
“I’ll
eat at my desk. I should check email and whatever came in on my phone when I
dropped my lunch, anyway.” He wasn’t about to acknowledge Suzannah’s
accusation. She’d obviously caught him ogling Veronica.
She
leaned toward him and said in a growly whisper, “Remember, you wanted to hire
Roni based on paper-only, Kurt. She’s highly sought-after right now, and I
heard through the grapevine that the only reason she took this position was
because she wanted the opportunity to be creative. Don’t. You. Screw. This. Up.
With. Your. Hormones.” She stepped back and regarded him with narrowed eyes for
a minute before she marched away, rejoining the guys at the table. They had a
platter of cookies in the middle of the surface, and they all seemed to be
laughing. Again.
He
grabbed his sandwich and water before stalking toward his office. He cast a
glance at his employees who seemed to be entertaining themselves instead of
watching him, thankful they were entrenched in their own conversation.
Turning
into the dark-paneled room, he managed to settle his plate on his desk without
further incident and plopped into his chair.
Stabbing
at the keyboard of his computer, he opened his email and stared at the screen
without seeing. The semi I’m sporting
right now is not even cool. Down, boy. Down, boy.
Author
Bio
Deelylah Mullin has been penning tales since she could hold
a pen. Er, crayon. After a wonderful experience in Fourth Grade Writers’ Club,
she continued to pursue creative endeavors. Throughout her academic career,
creative writing was always a focus. As well as music. There’s gotta be a
reason she got a bachelor’s degree in music, right?
While she has always written, her stories have evolved over
time. When she was young, she was inspired by Madeline L’Engle and moved on to
Stephen King and Robin Cook. Today, her stories are full of romance and a
happily-ever-after. Even if they may be slightly weird, creepy, or sappy sweet
along the way.
Deelylah has found her own happily-ever-after with Mr.
VampBard. He’s truly her knight in shining armor. Between them, they have six
children—who are pretty much all grown up. She even has a son-in-law and a
grandkitty…with the promise of a daughter-in-law and a grandson on the horizon.
Deelylah has been professionally editing since 2012.
Distilled
is her third published novella.
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1 comment:
Thanks for sharing! This was a great excerpt! :)
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