The minute any woman walks into my bar, I can tell two things about her: what she wants to drink, and how she likes to f*ck.
I’m Cash: bartender at the hottest bar in Atlanta. I’ve got girls lining up around the block, and they all know the rules: no strings, no promises, and no morning-after snuggling. You want brunch? Call your sister. You want the best sex of your life? Call me. Or better yet, just drop by the bar anytime. Clothing optional.
There’s a reason they call me a sexy bastard.
And yes, I really am that good.
And yes, I really am that good.
Cash is certainly not Mr. Right, but hell if I don’t want him to be Mr. Right Now.
That’s it. Throwing caution to the wind, I lean into him and kiss him right on the lips.
He tastes like champagne and mint. It’s a quick kiss. I draw away much sooner than I would like, but it’s just as good the second time around. It clouds my head, and for the first time in forever I don’t care about my job or promotion.
Staring into my eyes, he tucks my hair behind my ear and with both hands grasping my face kisses me harder, rougher. It’s a wake-up call for my body. Every nerve’s cell tunes in to see what his hands will do next. Logically, I should stop and thank Cash for the rescue and tell him this can’t go any further, but the pleasure pooling between my legs says keep this fucking going. I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him closer.
Damn. Cash wasn’t lying. His mouth is magic. Until he pulls away.
Again. Again. I let out a noise of frustration and he chuckles.
“Easy there, sweetheart.”
“We were just getting to the good part,” I grab his shirt again, but he backs off.
“Trust me, this isn’t the good part. But I’m saving that until you’re sober.”
“I’m fine!” I protest, my blood still singing from the kiss. I want him. Now.
Cash shakes his head. “Let me put it like this.” He traces a slow, burning path up the side of my bare arm, until I swear I’m panting. “If you fuck me tonight, it’ll be about him. And when I take you – because sweetheart, you best believe, I’m going to be the one doing the taking – I’m going to be the only one on your mind. Until you can’t manage a single thought, other than ‘yes, Cash. More, Cash.’ Understand?"
Goddamn.
I nod, slowly, because I don’t have a choice. Then Cash stands, and offers me his arm. Chivalrous, like he just didn’t promise to fuck my brains out. “Now, let’s get you home.”
Review
Cash Gardner is a sexy bastard that is sexy with a capital S. Okay, maybe sexy is not a strong enough word to describe this man that will make your heart stop with a kiss and panties unless. Seriously, after a few seconds with this devastatingly sexy bastard, you will need an ice cold shower to cool off.
Cash is the resident man-whore, a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. He's got a secret that he's been keeping for years and sees no reason to share it.
Savannah Sunday is looking for love in all the wrong places, but there is a reason for her wrong choices. Her past is something that she's not ready to talk about.
Savy and Cash have been flirting but their friends have been telling them to not cross that line, it won't end well. But you know how to goes when everyone tells you no, you just need one little taste.
And once that line is crossed, just one taste has our couple can't keeping their hands to themselves. But you know secrets don't stay secret forever. Can our couple overcome the lies and make a future or will they walk away from each other.
This book is the highly anticipated second book from Eve Jagger and it is well worth the wait. It is everything you expect from Eve and then some. This story is provocative for sure, but it also proves that sometimes the best things comes from those chances you take. From start to finish, you get caught up between Cash and Savy, and it's the best place to be. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will burn hot for this couple. If you enjoyed Ryder Cole, then you will love Cash Gardner. Plus Cash knows how to sling a mean drink and leave you thirsty for more.
Eve has another hit on her hands and I highly recommend this Sexy Bastard.
Strong. Arrogant. Hard.
Ryder Cole is the King of Atlanta’s nightlife — and the one man who can erase my past.
I’m running from secrets that could destroy me and there’s no room in my life for someone like him: too damn cocky, and sexy as hell. I should keep my distance, but smart goes out the window the minute he looks my way. And when he puts his hands on me...?
A girl could forget her own name.
But what happens when the past catches up with me, and all the things I’m hiding from tear our lives apart again? I can’t keep running forever, and Ryder always wins.
He's not the kind of guy to let me go gently, Ryder will give it to me hard.
Eve Jagger is a native of Georgia and is a true southern girl at heart. A stay at home mom to two kids, she's married to a sexy man who doesn’t mind being used as research for those naughty scenes.
Eve cut her teeth writing in high school and college, but it wasn’t until recently that she got the itch to write a full length novel. She loves complex, emotionally-charged characters and wild, sexy leading men. Hard: A Sexy Bastard Book releases at the end of April 2015 and she can’t wait for you to meet her characters that occupy her mind 24/7!
Eve loves to talk and meet people on social media, so be sure and touch base with her on Facebook or Twitter.
Giveaway
Extra Excerpt
“So no dating for Cash Gardner?” Savannah reaches for the edamame beans and teases one free from the skin.
“Interested in my dating life?”
She shrugs with a bashful grin. “You know all about mine.”
This is probably why I’ve put off dating as long as I have, because at some point a girl like Savannah is going to start asking questions.
I try to keep things light.
“You think I have no standards.”
“Standards… or direction,” she offers. And coming after a million other digs about my bachelor lifestyle, I can’t let this one go.
“Always have to be heading somewhere, don’t you?” I ask. “So what is this, then? Dinner between friends? Dinner between more than friends? A date?”
That stumps her. Savannah for once cannot find a quick comeback. She may play the prim and proper lawyer, but I’m sure she’s just as ready to cut loose as the rest of us.
“What do you want it to be?” she asks.
“That’s not up to me, is it? It takes two to make this work.” I fix my gaze on her, not letting her eyes fall away. “Sometimes you need to let go of what’s holding you back, dragging you down.”
“And what do you think is holding me back?” she asks, her gaze turning cautious. I know she’s expecting me to bring up that asshole Tanner, but he’s not the problem right now.
“That whip-smart brain of yours. You’re thinking too much,” I tell her.
She laughs. “You prefer your women brainless?”
“No, I’m saying, you overthink things, it’s what you do. You’re a lawyer, you’re used to making arguments, being logical. But some things aren’t about logic. They’re instinct. Heat. Chemistry.”
I slide a hand under the table and find her bare knee. I stroke the soft skin gently. Savannah inhales in a rush, so damn sexy it’s hard to keep control.
“You got your heart broken, so now you’re trying to play it safe. It’s why you’re so obsessed with this idea of finding something real, a stable relationship,” I tell her, still tracing slow circles on the inside of her knee. “But did you ever think that might be the last thing you need? Whatever happened to following your gut? Taking something because you want it. Because you need it.”
My hand traces higher. Savannah’s eyes glaze. Her knees part, allowing my fingers to edge further up under her skirt.
I can see her breath coming faster now. “What if I want something I shouldn’t have?” she whispers.
“Shouldn’t?” I echo, still fighting to keep it together. Damn, the feel of this woman’s silky thighs has blood rushing straight to my cock. “Says who?”
Savannah shrugs. “Cassie. Ryder. You.”
Me?
“You keep telling me, you don’t do relationships. You just like to fuck and run.”
I grit my teeth. “I can promise you, Savannah, after I’ve fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked, both of us are going to be too spent to be running anywhere.”
Her eyes flash. She bites her lip, and I can see the desire warring in her eyes. She’s on the edge, ready to leap.
The least I can do is make it easy for her.
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