Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries)

Incredible to make up for it. No one needed a man if they owned one of those suckers.
    We all toddled out the door a little after nine, bags full of goodies and door prizes loaded into our arms. I was just tipsy enough to tell myself that if I went by Dairy Queen and got a double fudge sundae to dilute the alcohol, I should be able to make it home okay. I gave Rose Marie a cheerful hug and didn’t protest at all as she took my keys and shoved me in the front seat of her canary yellow Beetle.

    I heard the television blaring in my apartment when I got to the door, my arms full of bags.
    Nick opened the door before I could remember that Rose Marie had taken my keys and forgotten to give them back. I fell forward, as I’d been leaning my head against the door. He caught me in a crashing heap that sent both of us to the floor, and I took advantage of my position by tangling my fingers in his hair and planting my lips onto his.
    “Mmmm,” I said, nipping at his bottom lip. “You taste good.”
    The gel from the party was still tingling its way through my body. I gasped as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close enough to tell that Mr. Incredible didn’t hold a candle to Nick Dempsey.
    “Have I ever told you that I take yoga classes three times a week? I’m very flexible,” I slurred.
    “Dear God in Heaven,” Nick said, crushing his mouth back to mine. “You taste like chocolate fudge and Raspberry Schnapps. I think it’s a combination I’m not going to be able to take advantage of tonight.” He peeled me off his delectable body, and hefted me up under the arms to get me to my feet. I gave him the dopey grin of the pleasantly drunk.
    “Are you drunk?”
    “Nope,” I said, giggling. “I went to Dairy Queen and got a chocolate sundae to dilute the alcohol. I’m good to go.”
    “How did you get home?” he asked, finally getting around to shutting the front door.
    I could see the tic in his jaw working and just wanted to bite it. He was so sexy when he was angry.
    “ I rode in a yellow bug. It was very small. How else would I get here?” I headed into the living room to fall on the couch. The game was still on, and I settled in to watch, blissfully unaware of the predatory male who was still staring after me.
    “ You rode home in a yellow bug? Are you high? What kind of party was this?”
    I laughed until tears rolled down my face. “Can you go get my car for me? I parked it on the street, but I don’t remember which one.”
    “Sure, I’ll put a BOLO out for a red Z somewhere in the state of Georgia. We should be able to find it in no time.”
    “You’re the best,” I said, giving him a lusty wink.
    Nick looked resigned and shook his head at me, but I could see the threat of a smile lurking in the corner. He picked up the large bag I’d dropped near the door and looked inside, making his way into the living room.
    “Umm, Addison, I hate to break this to you, but this is not Tupperware.”
    He held up the Mr. Incredible between two fingers, his eyes glittering with laughter. “You want to tell me what kind of party you went to?”
    He tossed the device onto the coffee table, and I watched the Mr. Incredible bounce off the table twice and land on the floor. I stifled a giggle on one of the couch pillows.
    “It was a passion party, and it was wonderful,” I said, stretching out on the couch. “I’m a very passionate person, I’ll have you know. I took a test that told me so. I got a perfect score.”
    Nick rolled his eyes and kept looking through the bag. “You didn’t have to take a test to know that you’re passionate, babe. I could have told you that if you’d asked.”
    The banked desire in his eyes was enough to rekindle the gel I’d slathered on earlier, not to mention that one look at Nick was enough to send my natural hormones into orgasmic bliss. He upended the bag on the table, and I finally got a look at everything I’d purchased that night. It looked like I’d bought the entire catalog.
    “I think I got a little carried away,” I said, looking at all the toys and creams. I groaned as he laid down next to me on the couch, the feel of his hard body next to mine making me want like nothing I ever had before.
    Nick put his leg between mine and brought us together slowly, kissing his way up my neck, around to my ear and finally finding my mouth.
    “God, you feel good,” I said, straining closer. “I’ve heard it takes a person two years to get past the point