Title: Whiskey Business (States of Love)
Author: Avon Gale
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: December 28th 2016
Page Count: 104
Reviewed by: Ele
Heat Level: 3.5 flames out of 5
Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5
Ryder Waites will do anything to keep the tiny town of Gallows Grove, Kentucky, from vanishing off the map—even sell his family’s whiskey recipe to Bluegrass Bourbon in Lexington. Hopeful that the larger company can provide necessary improvements to the distillery, Ryder’s ultimate goal is to get Gallows Grove on the Bourbon Trail… and bring in much-needed tourism revenue. But to keep producing Hanged Man Bourbon in Gallows Grove, he’ll have to convince company liaison, unbearably stuffy and seriously hot Adam Keller, that he’s worth the investment.
Adam comes from an old-money family, but he’s determined to make his own way in the world. When he’s sent to Gallows Grove, he questions the life choices that led him to a rented room in a funeral home, in a town full of macabre-themed businesses. And he doesn’t know what to make of Ryder, the descendant of bootleggers who’s on a mission to save his strange town from extinction. When Adam and Ryder put aside their initial mistrust, the results are as smooth as good whiskey. But after Adam’s assignment ends, he’ll have to decide if small-town life and a future with Ryder is to his tastes.
(Part of Dreamspinner Press’s “States of Love” Collection for Kentucky)
Turns out that Avon Gale not only has the ability to gutpunch me with emotion, but she can also make me laugh like a lunatic. This book put me in such good mood when I needed it the most, I just want to bask in the afterglow. In a few words, Whiskey Business is…
“Some people don’t like it [whiskey].” He shrugged. “Plenty ’round here, even. Some Baptists. You know how they are.”
“Yeah. They say they don’t like it on Sunday, then go home and drink it while engaging in deviant sex and signing up for Obamacare.”
“You said hard and dirty, not fast.” Ryder tried to scowl, but it was hard when he was moaning. “Dirty means you give it to me fast,” he panted.
“Dirty means I give it to you like I want to,” said Adam.
…it suited Ryder, who looked like he belonged in the hip area around the university in Lexington—not in a backwater town with a creepy name and a funeral house full of sightless dolls.
“Hey, thanks for that.”
“For blowing bubbles infused with your dead mother’s ashes into the rain? You’re welcome. God. I really must love you.”
“You do. I love you too.”
Sorry for the many quotes and the short review. It matched my mood and I thought I should let the book talk for itself. This was just a small sample of how good it was. Highly recommended! Bottoms up!