Title: Hollywood on Tap
(Sweet Salvation Brewery #2)
Author: Avery Flynn
Date of Publication: November 3rd 2014
For
years, Sean O’Dell has hidden his past as a Hollywood heartthrob from everyone
at the Sweet Salvation Brewery. However, the arrival of nosey efficiency expert
Natalie Sweet threatens the status quo. It doesn’t help that with her glasses,
buttoned-up sweaters and always pulled-back hair that she’s uncovered one
secret already: His attraction for hot librarian types.
Natalie
has had enough of the strong-and-silent Sean submarining her efforts to change
the brewery for the better. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to make her
vision a reality, even if that means taking down the pig-headed and
too-hot-for-his-own-good brewmaster.
Sizzling
attraction battles stubborn determination as Natalie and Sean go head to head
in a battle that’s anything but business as usual.
Buy
the Book!
Book One
in the Sweet Salvation Brewery Series
Enemies on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery, #1)
Brewing
up trouble one pint at a time.
Enemies
...After years away, Miranda Sweet returns to Salvation, Virginia to save her
family's brewery, but her fate is in the hands of her lover-turned-enemy,
Logan. What's a girl to do when the only person who can help her is the man who
betrayed her?
Lovers
...Logan Martin can't believe his luck when the woman who smashed his heart to
smithereens walks into his bank asking for his help. What she doesn't know is
that he needs the land her brewery is on--and he'll do whatever it takes to get
it.
An
Irresistible Combination ...Their wager becomes a battle between their
attraction and their determination to win. But it's in each other's arms that
they realize there might be more at stake now than their bet. With the town
against the Sweet Salvation Brewery's success, Logan has to choose between
what's expected of him and what he really wants...
Hollywood
on Tap - Excerpt
By
Avery Flynn
Natalie
refused to down the rest of her beer in one gulp, no matter how badly she
wanted to relieve the hundred–year drought in her mouth.
Sean wasn’t the first man she’d seen shirtless in
all his Apollo–like glory and, God
willing, he
wouldn’t be the last.
Still, the sight of his six pack and hard pecs wouldn’t be something she’d forget
anytime soon and, for once, she couldn’t think of a damn
thing to say.
They
just stared at each other, heat as potent as anything they brewed up at the
Sweet Salvation
Brewery
nuking the air between them.
Look
away, Natalie. Look away!
But
she didn’t.
Even blinking became a crime against nature. She took in his broad, well–defined shoulders,
the thick muscles curving his biceps, and the trail of dark hair that traveled
from his
bellybutton
to behind the top button of his low–
slung jeans. Her bra tightened, the unlined lace
chaffing
her hard nipples, and a honey–thick river of
desire flowed through her veins until her heart pounded like a kettledrum in
her ears.
“I’ll be right back.” Sean spun on his
heel, his rubber–soled work boots
squeaking against the
polished
wood floor, and took off up the metal staircase leading to the loft.
He
was gone before the first embarrassed flush bloomed in her cheeks, but once it
did, the sun paled in comparison to the heat making her face pulse. Her fingers
flew across the pearl necklace in time with her rushed heartbeat, and her eyes
darted around Sean’s
house.
The
exposed bricks that should look worn and dirty instead seemed raw and
unflinching. The
unapologetic
simplicity of the open–space design
offered up a what–you–see–is–what–you–get vibe.
Add
to it the slate–gray, dusty–red, and wrought– iron color palette
that didn’t
have even a dab of
compromise.
All of it together was a testosterone palace screaming out at Natalie that she
didn’t
belong
here.
Like
she didn’t
know that already.
She
needed to ignore the giddy feeling in her stomach that started whenever she was
near Sean
and
finish what she came here to do. Then she could get the hell away from Sean,
his dude’s
dude house, and his sinfully lick–o–licious abs.
About the Author
Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children,
loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the
coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading
Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through
all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she
turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the
withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before
the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and
hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are
as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her
heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know
how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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