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✨EXCERPT: PINCH HITTER by @authorstephanierose releasing April 30th!

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I blinked my eyes open to a blank screen. Turning my head, the first thing I could make out was the white sleeve of Lee’s shirt. When I swiveled the other way, my cheek grazed the same cotton material stretching over his chest. I’d dozed off and somehow landed on Lee, snoozing next to me, his arm gripping my waist.

How did we end up like this? I shifted to sit up, but Lee tightened his arm around me, drawing me closer as he leaned his chin against my temple.

“Sleep, baby,” he said in a raspy whisper.

Oh God, he thought I was Katie—or possibly someone he’d slept with after her. Pondering either option turned my stomach.

The right thing to do was shake him awake, but I stilled instead. Of all the times I’d thought of what it would be like to wake up with Lee, this would be the closest I’d get to the real thing, even if he was dreaming of someone else.

Indulging most likely made me a masochist, but I couldn’t resist, even for only a minute. I pressed my hand into the cushion to push off the couch and away from Lee.

“Stella,” he mumbled, sinking his head deeper into the back of the couch cushion and tightening his hold. “Don’t go, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling my hair.

Stella?

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✨EXCERPT: WHISKEY CHARM by @walker_rose_books releasing May 1st!

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“Surprise me.”

Without missing a beat, she grabs the closest bottle. It happens to be a Foster House whiskey. The one I named.

“Nice choice.”

She holds it up and studies the label. “Foster House Gold,” she says flatly and slants her gaze toward me. “Haven’s Rye.”

“Foster House Gold is what we call the Huckleberry Springs facility. We make all the fun stuff. Foster House is in Denver, and they make the tried-and-true whiskey that lines the shelves.” My chest puffs out a little. “Haven’s Rye is one of mine.”

“I don’t like rye.” She gives me an almost apologetic smile. “I don’t like whiskey.”

“I can change that. If you want.”

She thinks for a moment, then presses her hands onto the counter and leans in. “Why would I want that?”

A smile twitches at my lips. “Because it can be quite enjoyable—as long as it’s not overdone.”

“Have you ever overdone your whiskey, Hennessy?” Her voice is almost a purr.

“Before I really knew about it, yeah. Now I respect it. It’s an art.”

“It’s whiskey,” she says flatly, but she can’t hide the interested light in her blue eyes.

“It’s an experience.”

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