CASH BLOG TOUR STOP
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?"
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.”
Cash looks like he has his sh*t together. He is a bartender at one of the hottest bars in Atlanta. He has women willing and lining up to be his bed partner for the night.
The best part is that they all understand that it's only one night. No strings, no promises and definitely no snuggling. If you want a relationship, look somewhere else. If you want to experience the best night of your life, you can call Cash.
That's the persona that Cash shows to the outside world. In reality, Cash's life is in a huge turmoil and he wants to keep his friends from ever finding out who he really is.
All that changed with the one sexy lady who resisted his charms, Savannah Jagger.
Can Savannah help Cash get over his pain and fear? Or would she hurl him further down into the pit of anger and hatred? Find out in the second installment of the Sexy Bastard Series, Cash.
Eve Jagger truly surprised me with this book. Cash was a manwhore, but he never tried to trick a woman into his bed. All his partners were adults and willing to go to bed with him.
Cash also had a heart of gold. I can't tell you how I know that, yes, you have to read the book to find out, but I will say that you would not be disappointed.
Miss Savanah, on the other hand, was a little too self-righteous for me. She kept calling Cash a "manwhore" even though he never slept with a whore. She was so fixated on that one aspect of Cash that she almost missed out on the amazing man that he is.
I had great fun reading this book and it's the first book I've ever read from Eve Jagger, so that's a good sign. The only thing that bugged me about the book was the ending.
I know this is a habit on my blog, me not really liking the ending, but I can't help it. Nothing was really resolved. They did not even say the "L" word to each other. Isn't that weird?
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!
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