You know when I say how I don’t like (naked) people on covers? Yeah, definitely does not apply here. This cover is great. The title is great. The synopsis is great. Going straight into my TBR list.
The book is Something About Tuesdays by Barbara C. Doyle, out last week in the Adult, Comedy, Romance Genre.
They say nothing exciting ever happens on a Tuesday, but that’s far from the truth in my life.
It’s a Tuesday when I almost hire a male escort to attend my brother’s wedding with me.
It’s a Tuesday when I get brutally dumped by my boyfriend.
Annnnd it’s a Tuesday when I catch my dog impregnating the neighbor’s mutt.
Needless to say, it’s also a Tuesday when I meet the silver-eyed Chase Newman—who is none too pleased with how I come crashing into his life based on the sexy scowls he sends my way.
But that doesn’t stop me from getting more than puppies in our sudden involvement.
Because behind those angry eyes is lust, and if I’m going to get a date before desperation has me calling a 1-800 number, I need to convince him to help me.
And if sex is the language he speaks, I am more than happy to become fluent.
If the redhead leans any further across the bar, her tits are bound to pop out of her shirt. I’ve been bartending long enough to know that’s exactly what she wants, along with a free drink and a quickie in the backroom. While I’ll probably take her up on the sex at some point before the sun rises, my shift doesn’t end for another two hours and the Black Oak is packed.
She waves a manicured hand in the air to get my attention like my eyes haven’t been plastered to her chest this entire time. We both know where my mind has gone as I poured everyone else’s round.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?” I shoot her the same crooked grin that gets me a jar full of tips and phone numbers every night.
Red straightens and lets her green eyes rake down my front like I’ve been doing to her tiny frame since she strutted up to the bar. From up close, I realize her hair isn’t natural. Shame. I have a thing for redheads.
“What do you recommend?” she purrs.
The smart thing to do is let her have more time to decide, because the line hasn’t subsided since rush hour started. College kids from Oakland University are here to get screwed up and make stupid choices, and they’re not patient about it since they just got back from Thanksgiving break where they pretended to be good little kids for Mommy and Daddy.
But nobody said I’m smart.
“Depends on what you like.” Leaning my elbows on the edge of the bar, I prop my chin on the back of my hands. She doesn’t seem like a beer type of girl. I’d guess martini or one of those shitty fruity drinks that I spend half my shift making.
She bats her overdone lashes at me. “What if what I like isn’t alcohol right now?”
Someone from behind her yells, “Then move out of the fucking way,” and gets a reaction from at least three other people that makes me chuckle.
Her full lips pull into a tight scowl as she glances over her shoulder.
“They’re right,” I say, shrugging.
AUTHOR BIO: Hey! I’m Barbara Celeste Doyle, although my middle name should be awkward. My life is a romantic comedy gone wrong, so I’ve become obsessed with four-legged felines and chocolate–not necessarily in that order.
My love for the written word led me to obtain a bachelor’s degree in English and soon a master’s in education to teach college classes.
I love connecting with readers so find me online!
Author links: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorBcDoyle/
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