#NewRelease #Review ~~ Bourbon Love Notes by Shari J. Ryan
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Melody receives a phone call no one ever wants to get – her dad is sick and his time is limited. She immediately returns to her family home and business – to her father, mother and sister Journey. Little did she know she would be returning and being reunited with her teenage crush – Brett.
This story takes us from the moment she hears this devastating news and shows us how her life begins to change. How being in the relationship with Ace isn’t what she wants anymore to learn how to be in this world without her father. Learning his business is what helps her with her grief and low and behold, Brett – the teenage crush – is there each step of the way.
Brett is one hell of a book boyfriend. He’s a single dad, raising an intelligent young lady who will make your heart melt. This only offers more for you to love about Brett. He’s patient, kind, thoughtful and everything you want for Melody but there are definitely a few bumps in the road. Their journey is a beautiful one to behold.
The duration of time determines the worth of an outcome – that what this place is all about.
derail all future plans.
heartbroken, a row to myself would have been ideal. Instead, I was unknowingly
sitting shoulder to shoulder with a strikingly attractive single dad and
ex-Marine. I could have pretended not to notice the man, but there was
something familiar about him.
him from or why he was back in my life.
avoid Brett Pearson, our old family friend, and my teenage crush, because he
kindly offered to help out with my family’s business—The Barrel House.
my brutal reality. Except, I never paid close attention to the art of making
bourbon, unlike Brett, who was full of bourbon knowledge. He offered to teach
me a thing or two, but all I could focus on was the way his lips moved when he
spoke to me.
the wrong time, but my heart was splitting at the seams.
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can’t believe he already hired someone to run the business. I can’t pretend like I ever had intentions of taking over the shop, even knowing Dad wouldn’t be able to run it forever, but the thought hadn’t crossed my mind because Dad is supposed to live well past his retirement age. Nothing has gone as I have
planned since I graduated college, and while I have traveled along with the
bumps in the road, everything feels like it’s crashing down on me now.
to know about running a bourbon distillery.
it’s probably best not to follow her?
step back, which causes me to trip off the curb. I catch myself on a car, thankfully, but the car’s alarm beeps at me just to add an extra dose of humiliation to this moment.
to come after me?
don’t get creamed by a car on top of it all. The coast is clear and I cross the
street, finding my way to Mom’s car.
the door, preventing me from opening it and jumping inside. “Your dad wanted a
bottle,” he says, handing me the bottle of Red Apple that Dad did, in fact,
you’d most likely forget that he requested a bottle of Red Apple.” Brett laughs sweetly, smiling benevolently. “I’m not trying to take over your family business, despite what you might be thinking. My dad has been a barrel supplier for your dad since before either of us were born. I was just asked to come help you guys out.”
I got that letter yesterday. I’ve been awake since five this morning, and I’m exhausted. “Thank you for coming to help,” I offer sincerely, wishing he would move his hand from my door. “I’m sorry for what
you’re going through. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.” The look in Brett’s eyes triggers more pain in my stomach. I’m losing my dad. “I don’t know what
else to do right now other than help him, and being in his shop feels like the
only way I can help,” I explain.
the sky, waning away the threatening tears.
air as my lungs feel like they are deflating. I place my hands over my face,
embarrassed to be crying in front of Brett Pearson of all people, but the pain
has been building, and though I let a few tears escape this morning at the
airport, it clearly wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” I mutter.
my head falls against his firm chest. His embrace is tight and though I don’t know
the adult version of Brett well enough to feel comfort from a hug, the squeeze
is alleviating some of the pressure in my chest.
breaths slow and I’m able to stop the tears from falling. Brett must notice
that I’ve calmed down because his arms release from around me and he takes a
step back. I don’t know what else to say or do aside from searching his
worry-filled eyes as if I’d find the answer there.
of his thumb beneath my eye and sweeps away a remaining tear. “Take some time
to process it all,” Brett says, sounding wise beyond his years. “I don’t know
how long you’ve known about your Dad becoming sick again, but I doubt there’s
any length of time that’s long enough to accept or adjust to that kind of news.”
point to the car.
slipping his hands into his back pockets. I close myself into the car, rest my
head back, and close my eyes for a minute before starting the engine.
window startles my eyes to reopen. Brett is standing outside of the car holding
up the bottle of Red Apple. I roll the window down and retrieve the bottle.
“Thank you,” I tell him. “For everything.”
an International Bestselling Author of Contemporary Romance and Women’s
Massachusetts with her husband and two young sons. Shari started her career as a graphic artist
and freelance writer, then found her passion for writing books back in 2011.
She has been slaying words and creating imaginary friends ever since.
books sold, Shari’s books have hit Amazon’s Top 100 bestseller list, Barnes
& Noble’s Top 10, and iBooks at #1.
Some of Shari’s bestselling books include Last Words, The Other Blue
Sky, A Heart of Time, and Man Flu from the Man Cave Collection.