Blog Tour, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ☆Whiskey Kisses☆ by @AddisonMoore

WHISKEY KISSES by Addison Moore 

May 2014
3:AM Kisses, #4
Izzy Sawyer has always been the it girl. She believes she’s the last person on earth who deserves a happily ever after. Holt Edwards has always been the player that women voluntarily fall to their knees for. When it comes to love, Holt doesn’t believe in fairytale endings.
When Izzy dives back into the dating pool, Holt is right there, ready and willing, to offer tips and tricks to get her through an entire army of blind dates—starting with a bone melting demonstration on how to deliver mouthwatering kisses.
One thing leads to whiskey and Izzy is starting to think happily ever after doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Holt is starting to rethink his stance on fairytale endings.
But Izzy has a secret that has turned her world upside down. Holt has a secret of his own that cost him far more than he ever bargained for.
Sometimes life doesn’t give you the happily ever after. Sometimes it’s best to leave fairytale endings on the bookshelf where they belong.
Izzy can’t stop thinking about Holt.
Holt can’t seem to quit his favorite new addiction—Izzy.
The mercury is rising—secrets are percolating—and their lust for one another is just about to detonate.
Izzy needs just one more hit of Holt and his late night Whiskey kisses, but deep down she knows that will never be enough. She wants all of him—every bone melting kiss he ever has to offer.
Izzy wants Holt
Holt worships Izzy.
Summer in Hollow Brook just heated up.
Sparks are flying.

Together Izzy and Holt are unstoppably electric.

(Izzy’s POV)

And now, here we are, all these years later on my bed with nothing but a bottle of whiskey splitting the difference. Holt Edwards looks at me expectantly—his eyes slit with wanting, his entire face glazed over with lust for me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Maybe.” I feel it coming like an animal senses an earthquake rumbling, long before the tremor ever hits the surface.

Holt digs into me with those unearthly pale eyes. “What has you running scared?”

And there it is. I take another bitter hit from the bottle and let the fire race all the way down to my gut.

“So—you want all of my secrets on a platter.” I blink a smile as the room starts to sway. “You tell me yours—I’ll tell you mine.” I’ve long since suspected Holt has been harboring his own issues.

Holt takes the bottle and indulges in one last swig before settling it between his legs. He looks up with a devilish grin, and suddenly I’m very damn thirsty for whiskey.

“Why do I feel like you’re changing the subject?” I reach down and cradle the bottle with my fingers grazing over the blooming hardness in his jeans. “Hello there.” I glance down as I move the whiskey to the nightstand.

“He can’t quite hear you.”

“Maybe I’d better bring my mouth a little closer.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and the smile slopes right off his face. “Secrets?”

“How about we focus on the here and now?” He scoots over and pulls me onto his lap. His breath warms my neck with the strong scent of whiskey. When I was little, I would open that old bottle my mother keeps as a shrine and take in its scent. It always reminded me of fresh cut wood, of a forest, a man, but oddly never of my father.

Holt holds the scent of a country meadow, earthy and raw. His fingers dig into my flesh as he massages his way up my thighs. I roll my head and give a soft groan until it feels as if I’m falling right through him. Holt and I don’t need liquor. We can get drunk simply off each other. Holt is the only high I’ll ever need.

“I’m sort of liking the here and now.” My heart thumps, wild and rabid, as it tries to break free from its cage. I reach up and run my fingers over his rough stubble. Holt is handsome as hell, kind, and I’m pretty certain he’d kill for me. He’s my pot of gold, that’s for sure. I wonder if he’d want to live in this room with me forever. How could I ever explain that those were the terms I promised my father—that I could never abandon my mother to the fate of being alone after she sacrificed so much for Laney and me.

“What’s running through your mind?” He smears my lips with a juicy kiss.

“I’m thinking you should stay right here in this bed and never leave.” I blow the words right over his lips. “You in?”

“I’m in.” Holt lies over me, and my robe opens voluntarily.

“There’s something I want to give you,” I whisper as my heart fires in my chest like a gunshot.

“What’s that?” He traces my lips examining me like this, naked and splayed beneath him.

“All of me.”

Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. Previously she worked for nearly a decade as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs on the West Coast where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she’s not writing, she’s reading.

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  1. Loved 3 am Kisses. I cannot wait to hear the others' stories.

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