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~**~ Driving Whiskey Wild (The Whiskeys #3) by Melissa Foster w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway ~**~









A captivating new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.

Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.
After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.

Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.

Release Date: February 21st, 2018



“Do you want to go out with me, Finlay? Or are you playing some sort of game?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, throwing her hands up, frustrated with her own confusion. “Yes…Wait, no. Yes…”

He cocked his head with a perplexed expression.

“I’m sorry! I’m really confused. You mess with my head. Or rather, you’ve been messing with my head since the wedding. But that’s not your fault. And now I’m rambling, but I want to be honest with you. The truth is, I’m curious about you. Maybe more than curious,” she said, moving around him so she could pace. “But I don’t know what you expect from women, and I don’t know anything about your biker lifestyle. I don’t think I’m a biker girl. But I don’t really know that. I do know I’m probably not like the women you’re used to, and motorcycles scare me. And sometimes you scare me. Not you, you, but the idea of you, because I’m not sure who you really are. But you also turn me on, which makes it all even more confusing.”

A slow grin spread across his face.

“See? That smile makes my stomach go all sorts of crazy.”

“Call me nuts, but I think that’s a good thing, Fins.”

The endearment also made her insides flutter. But none of that came close to the worries welling up inside her right that second as the big, confident caretaker to all around him stood looking at her like he was hanging on her every word, and the truth came tumbling out. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and like I said, I don’t know what you expect. You’re all power and”—she tried to use her hands to emphasize her thoughts, but she ended up looking like she was imitating a bear, with claws extended—“sexuality, like you’re ready to swoop in and devour me. But I’m not sure I can handle being devoured, because it’s been so long since I’ve even kissed a guy that I might have…”

He stepped closer as slow as could be and placed a hand on her hip. She was mesmerized by his gentle approach and the touch of his hand as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, holding her gaze so intensely, she couldn’t speak. His hand slid softly to the nape of her neck, then into her hair, until his long fingers cradled the back of her head. His other arm circled her waist, holding her against him.

“Forgotten how…” she whispered.

He gave her plenty of time to pull away, to tell him no, but her voice was silenced by the throbbing of her heart, the wanting in her head. As he lowered his face toward hers, she went up on her toes, bracing for a fierce, possessive kiss. But his mouth came gently down over hers, drawing a breathy sigh. His lips were warm and soft, his hands hard and hot, and her body was a vibrating mess. His beard scratched her cheeks, sending swirls of desire spiraling through her core. He pressed her tighter against him, angled her head and kissed her harder. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, and she surrendered to his masterful seduction. His whole body beat against her like a pulse, bringing a surge of lust from some forgotten place inside her. He took the kiss deeper, tasting every dip and swell of her mouth, and a heady sound rumbled in the back of his throat. And oh, how she loved that! She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, been wanted so desperately. She never imagined that the man who was forward motion personified could harness that power and deliver it with such all-consuming passion. She couldn’t resist lifting higher on her toes, clawing at his shoulder, trying to taste more of his sweet and sinful desire. He was right there with her, gripping her waist as he lifted her off her feet, holding her against his hard frame, her legs dangling off the ground as he kissed her breathless.

She was so lost in the slide of their tongues, the purely male, utterly unique taste of him, time failed to exist. They could have been kissing for hours, maybe even days. By the time her feet touched the ground, her noodle legs refused to work. But they didn’t need to. Bullet was still holding her tight, kissing her softer now, his scratchy beard trailing after his lips across her jaw, all the way to her ear.

His warm breath seeped into her skin as he whispered, “I think you remember how to kiss just fine. Go out with me, lollipop. You don’t have to be a biker girl. Just be my girl.”


***5 ‘Sugar Rush’ Stars***

O.M.G the swoons and feels are all kinds of real with this one. Not that I expected any less since we are talking about the Whiskey clan in general and all that, but I actually did the whole blink-blink no there is no excess moisture threatening to fall over my lower lashes thing. This book just did it for me on all fronts and left me in the weird limbo of being absolutely satisfied and still wanting more.

So where to start and NOT become verbal vomit-y?? (Probably too late, but…)

Bullet is a Whiskey through and through. He speaks his mind aka blunt as all get out, does his best to always be honest and is probably one of the most overprotective Alpha AF males you’ll ever meet, but he’s haunted by his past and the guilt that comes from it weighs heavily on his heart and soul. I adored Bullet for all the above reasons and more because his heart is so golden it’s blinding, but man, is he stubborn so much so that not even a titanium pipe to the head would break his tunnel vision.

Finley has moxie and is that intriguing combination of sassy, sweet, naive and determined that keeps you on your toes and want to know what her next move will be. I adored Finley on so many levels, she cooks and bakes, so the food lover in me was all kinds of happy, but it was how open she was and wasn’t afraid to put herself out there and figure things out on her own that I truly admired. The one thing that I did have to wrestle with was her own special brand of verbal vomiting, I know I do it so I should be okay with it, but we are all different and even I had my moments of needing her to just chill.

 ~ ‘Lollipop & Brutus’ ~ 

If you love opposites attract romances where the couple in question couldn’t be more different on the surface, but find that they had a more in common than could have ever known, then you will absolutely adore Bullet & Finley’s journey to their HEA. They pushed each other’s comfort zones in such a way that while it made them both uncomfortable, it also made them stronger because of it. The smexy was HAWT and I really enjoyed just how they fit together without getting lost in each other. Their journey has its fair share of bumps, but nothing overly angsty and I liked how they navigated their way through it all.

Obviously, I’m fangirling and kinda verbal vomiting, so I’ll cut myself off soon, but I do have to mention the Whiskey clan and those that apart of their inner circle because they play a large part in why I adore these book. The family dynamic jumps off the page and I love the depth that each one brings to the story. I don’t have a clear favorite because they are all so much fun, but Tinkerbell definitely stole my heart and Kennedy is an absolute doll. But I’m absolutely excited for Bones and Sarah’s book ~ I had a feeling about these two ~ and cannot wait to get my hands on it!

~ Copy provided by the author & voluntarily reviewed ~





Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.


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  1. OMG, you totally cracked me up! Your review truly made my night! Verbal vomit?! You're awesome XOXO

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    1. Well, I do try to be honest, even when it comes to the words I put down :) But I'm happy you enjoyed my review and cannot wait for Bones and Sarah!

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