Licked by Brooke Blaine
November 11, 2015
Blurb
As
the owner of Licked, an eclectic ice creamery and bar, Ryleigh Phillips doesn't
have time for that love stuff. Serving up Nibble My Nuts sundaes and Drunken
Sailor boozy shakes are as close to an orgasmic affair as she's had in months
thanks to her expanding empire—until the night of her ten-year high school
reunion.
When
Ryleigh's crush, gorgeous ex-football god Cameron Mathis, comes streaking into
her life (literally—streaking), she begins to wonder if she really can have it
all.
Wouldn't
it just figure that the moment you think life is perfect is when it falls
spectacularly apart?
Enter
Hunter Morgan, the contractor in charge of Licked's renovations. Devastatingly
handsome, and a smartass to boot, he's got his eyes on Ryleigh from the moment
he finds her passed out on his couch (yeah, that's a long story). There's just
one tiny complication—he happens to be Cameron's best friend.
When
the lines between relationships and friendships blur, and it's impossible to
choose between two delicious flavors, what's a girl to do? Taste a sample
of each? Or go out and get LICKED?
“And then?”
I tugged at the
edge of my apron in an attempt to avoid the three pairs of eyes staring
bug-eyed at me. “And then he walked me to my car.”
“And then you…?”
Shayne asked.
“Went home,” I
said.
“Wait a minute,
can we talk about the fact that he made you sleep on his couch?” Paige’s
eyebrows were raised up to practically her hairline. “I’m sorry, but in what
fucking universe is that acceptable? Why didn’t you call Quinn to pick you up?”
“He didn’t make
me, geez. He passed out and it was late, and I thought maybe…you know. Morning
sex.”
Shayne cocked an
eyebrow. “And did that happen?”
“Well, no. Hunter
made me coffee, and then Cameron woke up and…that’s it.”
“Wait,” Quinn
interrupted. “You slept in an apartment with two guys and both of them
had you sleeping on the couch? Jesus, Ryleigh, it’s against man-code for that
to happen. Did you wear a chastity belt last night or something?”
I groaned, my
head falling into my hands. Of course the girls would give me a hard time. I’d
been talking up tackling Cameron at the reunion for weeks, so my body wasn’t
the only one feeling let down.
Still, I was
seriously regretting inviting them over for a powwow at my shop during our off
hours.
“I think I need
another shot of vodka in my Feisty Ho-bag now.” Paige pushed her glass stemware
toward me, and I grabbed a liquor bottle from behind the bar and tipped some
into her glass.
Boozy shakes.
They were the bread and butter of Licked during the brunch and evening hours,
and the main reason for the expansion next door. I glanced at the black tarp
hanging over the doorway that led to the space I’d bought a few months ago and
sighed. Construction was running behind, and it was too late to hire another
company if I wanted to keep the launch date set.
And I had
to keep the date set.
“So are you
seeing him again?” Shayne asked, dunking her cherry through the layers of
baklava bits and whipped cream on top of her Nibble My Nuts shake. “I will
totally get involved if I need to.”
No doubt she’d be
successful. She basically ran one of the top matchmaking companies in the city,
not that you’d know it from her degrading pay scale. Her boss was a fucking
nightmare, but Shayne was convinced she had to pay her dues.
“I don’t need
your expert skills this time, but thank you. He’s got my number, so…we’ll see.”
“You can’t just
wait around for a guy to call,” she said.
“I’m not waiting.
I’ve got all that”—I gestured to the ugly tarp that hid the mess behind it—“to
deal with, so I’m actually quite busy at the moment.”
The three of them
gave each other “the look.” You know, the one that said, We’ve got to help
our poor little friend get laid so she doesn’t end up gorging on the ice cream
and boozy shakes she makes and be relegated to spinsterhood.
“Guys,” I said,
placing my hands on the counter as I stood in front of them. “I’m not on my way
to spinsterhood. I just have priorities.”
“I’m sure you
could squeeze Cameron Mathis in,” Quinn said with a wink. “Get it? Squeeze him
in…”
“More like blow
off the dust, grab a key, unlock that shit, and pray there are no bats,” Paige
agreed.
Oh
for fuck’s sake. “All
right, no more booze for either of you.”
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About the Author
You could say Brooke Blaine was a
book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother
that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her quiet
time. Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries
around and the size of her onesie pajamas. Flash Point is Brooke's debut solo
novel, and she is the co-author of the erotic serial, A Desperate Man, with
Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life,
bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released on November
11th, 2015. If you'd like to get in touch with her, she's easy to find -
just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that's dominated her cell
phone for ten years.
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