Corked and Tapped Series by Becca Jameson

“I can be Mike.” Those words, combined with his wry grin, sent a shiver down her spine. Her blind date was a no-show, but this man… Damn. If he was willing to step in, there was no way she was going to turn him down.Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“Is this seat taken?” Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat when he turned to face her. This night was looking up. Almost before she settled on the bar stool, he took the reins, promising her a night she would not forget.Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“I am officially divorced.” She had never been so elated as she slapped the final papers on the bar and slid onto the stool. Did the bartender’s eyebrows lift higher than usual? She hoped so, because she’d been waiting a year to make her move on him. From the look on his face, she wasn’t the only one who’d been waiting. Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“How did you find me?” What were the chances the two men she’d been in love with since high school would show up at her bar? Her heart seized. This was bad. Really bad. Because in five years, nothing had changed. She still wanted both of them.Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“Nice costume, Sandra Dee.” She couldn’t believe it when she found out she’d been matched up with her boss of all people for tonight’s Halloween costume party. She’d been half in love with him for two years. But he has a no fraternization policy, and it’s going to take more than tight leather pants to get him to revise the employee handbook. Or will it? Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“Please let me kiss you right this second. I’ll explain later.” Those were the first words he spoke to her, and then he made good on them and melted her heart. But she wasn’t the sort of girl who did one-night stands, and he would surely break her heart in the morning. On the flip side, nothing like this ever happened to her… Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“You must be Cleopatra.” Her heart picked up its pace as he leaned against the bar next to her. Her dating track record lately was horrifying, but his smile was mesmerizing. She liked him already. Most importantly, he kept his gaze on her eyes instead of staring at her chest. Surely he was too good to be true. With nice guys like him, there was always a catch.Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“How many amaretto sours have you actually drank?” The truth was she’s had very little to drink. She kept buying the damn things in order to flirt with the mystery man behind the mask at the bar. He knew her. He knew her best friend. Who the hell was he? Intrigued and aroused from a night of flirting, she decided to take a chance on him. Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

“I could take my shirt off if you want.” The moment she heard him speak, she knew his words were more than just flirtatious banter. At least she hoped that was the case. But when a random stranger accidentally punched her in the jaw, his intentions were confirmed. The larger-than-life bouncer at her favorite bar immediately lost his shit. She just prayed he was serious because her heart couldn’t take it if he wasn’t.

“Today marks five years sober.” That explained why he’d ordered the whiskey and then covered it with a napkin. It did not explain why his gaze penetrated her so deeply or why he’d chosen to call her a brat. And it certainly didn’t explain why her breath hitched every time he glanced his direction. Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

She meets him one night a year on Christmas Eve. The chemistry between them is explosive. She doesn’t know his name, where he lives, or what he does for a living. It’s been five years. Paris has had enough of the mystery. Will she ruin everything if she tells him she wants more? Corked and Tapped is the name of the local neighborhood bar, though the patrons may argue it is far from ordinary. Be prepared for high heat and a whole new level when it comes to “one-night stands.”

She’s been in love with him for years.She’ll never step out into the limelight again though, not even for him. Sleeping with a famous actor is a bad idea. He wants to play a game? The stakes are high. Andrea knows her heart won’t survive his proposition…Corked and Tapped is the name of the local neighborhood bar, though the patrons may argue it is far from ordinary. Be prepared for high heat and a whole new level when it comes to “one-night stands.”