Whiskey Business

<p>Sometimes the best solution for rain clouds is the sun demanding to be seen.</em></p><p><br></p><p>Jasper</p><p>That demanding ray of sunshine had a name. It was Remle Clay. She marched into my life with no preamble and refused to be ignored. No matter how hard I slammed the door she'd find a window to tap against. The people of Sycamore Mountain gave me a wide berth and I liked it that way. All I wanted was peace and quiet so how did that curvy red head continue to insinuate herself into my space?</p><p><br></p><p>Remle</p><p>Jasper Raj. That man was equal parts arrogant and enigmatic. He was a puzzle I couldn't piece together. My career depended on getting his distillery Lakshmi Bourbon to join the National Bourbon Association before our big National Bourbon Day celebration. Yet I'd knock on his door-he'd slam it in my face. I'd send a cookie basket and I'd watch him toss it to the birds. There had to be a way to get onto his calendar and in my lineup of clients. The harder he pushed me away the deeper I dug my heels in. When did our little cat and mouse game become fun?</p><p><br></p><p>When traumas are uncovered and feelings unearthed will these opposites finally give in to their attraction? Whiskey Business is a curvy heroine broken hero grumpy/sunshine instalove. Guaranteed safe with no cheating and no cliffhangers! Why not spend some time in Sycamore Mountain.</p>