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All Nighttime Long
J. Kenner
Contents
Title Folio
About All Night Long
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Affiliate half dozen
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter ix
Affiliate 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Affiliate 14
Epilogue
In As well Deep
The Men of Man of the Month!
Run across Damien Stark
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About All Nighttime Long
I wear designer suits on my torso by mean solar day and gorgeous women on my arm at night. Some might call me arrogant, with my chiseled jaw and my dark blue eyes. Add in my money and I tin can get any woman I want.
Now, I want her.
The night I spent with Selma has lived in my most erotic dreams. And ever since she swept back into my life, with her flashing eyes and delicious body, I want nothing more than to make sultry new memories.
But with an ballot coming upward, and an office I want to fill, information technology isn't the correct time to go involved with a complimentary-spirited girl with a wild streak. A girl who doesn't abide by the rules. A girl who could go me noticed in all the wrong ways.
A daughter who makes me crazy in all the right ones.
Now I'm going to have to determine: Walk the straight and narrow? Or have the hottest, wildest affair of my life with the sexiest woman I've ever known?
Encounter Mr. September -- he'due south got the moves to make a adult female blush.
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Each volume in the serial is a STANDALONE with NO cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA!
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Who's Your Man of the Month?
Down On Me
Hold On Tight
Need Y'all Now
Start Me Up
Become Information technology On
In Your Eyes
Turn Me On
Milkshake It Up
All Night Long
In As well Deep
Light My Fire
Walk The Line
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All Nighttime Long Copyright (c) 2018 past Julie Kenner Release Me excerpt Copyright (c) 2012 by Julie Kenner (used by permission with Bantam Books) Encompass design past Covers by Rogenna Embrace paradigm by Perrywinkle Photography ISBN: 978-ane-940673-67-7
Published by Martini & Olive Books 5. 2018-5-27
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Affiliate One
"Verdict?" Selma Herrington asked equally she tilted her caput to better brandish her newest tattoo to Elena Anderson. A recent addition to the waitstaff at The Fix on Sixth, Elena also happened to exist the possessor's daughter. More importantly, over the last few months, Selma and Elena had bonded over a common love of whiskey, flea markets, and romance novels.
At ten in the forenoon, The Fix hadn't yet opened, and it was just the two of them in the cavernous bar. Later, at lunchtime, the place would kickoff to fill, and when the evening rolled effectually, it would be jam-packed with all the customers who'd come up to watch this week's Man of the Month competition for Mr. August. Selma knew that Elena's father, Tyree, and his iii partners had started the contest as a way to depict interest to the bar and increase revenue. And though Selma didn't know the details, considering how packed the bar was on alternate Wednesdays--and how many new faces she saw every time she walked through the doors--she was certain the plan was working spectacularly.
And so far, she'd merely seen two of the Man of the Month contests, but she was adamant to come up tonight considering she'd heard from her brother Matthew that one of their high schoolhouse friends, Landon Ware, was entered. A cop, Landon didn't seem the type to reveal his abs on a stage, and Selma couldn't help just wonder if something else was going on. Recently, when she'd been in the back talking to Tyree about his order for two more cases of bourbon, she'd noticed Landon with Taylor, a regular who also acted as the show's stage managing director. Maybe she'd find a moment to grab upward with him earlier this evening's competition.
Right now, Selma stood at the long, polished oak bar abreast Elena, who was rolling silverware into napkins. She added another roll to the pile, then focused more intently on Selma's shoulder. "Oh, that's prissy," she said, her voice rich with genuine approval. She used a finger to pull the strap of Selma's black Free-Tail Bat Bourbon logo tank top to the side to improve reveal the pattern of retro-manner starbursts that exploded over Selma's pale skin. "This is what? Your seventh tat? When did you lot get information technology done?"
"Eighth," Selma said, running her fingers through her dark, choppy-cut pilus that she'd recently tipped with cobalt blue. "And a couple of days ago."
"Catalyst?" Elena asked with an impish grin, her dark-brown eyes dancing with merriment. A tall black woman with pixie-style hair, perfect skin, and high cheekbones, Elena was stunning enough to be a model. And, in fact, Selma was trying to convince Elena to do a photo shoot for Selma, so that she could utilize the images in an upcoming Bat Bourbon ad campaign geared toward women.
Or she had been trying to convince Elena. Since Selma was on the verge of selling Austin Gratis-Tail Distillery so that she could dive into other adventures, the challenge of advertizement her modest-batch whiskeys was soon going to be someone else'due south problem.
Yet, Elena would wait damn adept on a billboard fronting IH-35.
"Selma?"
Frowning, Selma pushed the random thoughts from her caput. "Sad. Heed wandering. What were you asking me?"
"What prompted the starburst tats?" Considering the relatively short time they'd known each other, Selma and Elena had grown incredibly close--at least past Selma'due south regimented definition of closeness. Shut enough that Selma had confided that all her tats had been impulse ink--though Selma had never gone far plenty to share the impetus behind those impulses. Not a unmarried one was planned, and every bit far as Selma was concerned, none ever would exist.
"I was poking around in Room Service," she told Elena now, referring to her favorite eclectic austerity shop. "And I saw the blueprint on some vintage dishes. I liked it, so I popped into True Blue Tattoo on Airport Boulevard and had it done on the way domicile."
She didn't mention that she'd bought the dishes, too. Nor did she mention that seeing them had sent little stabs straight into her centre. She didn't call back much most her early years, but she did remember eating grilled cheese sandwiches with her blood brother off of her gra
ndmother'southward starburst pattern plates.
The retention had been lost until the moment she'd seen the dishes, then it had all rushed dorsum. The scent of the staff of life in the pan, the sizzle of cheese melting against the hot skillet as it drizzled from the edges. The mode her grandmother hummed "My Darling Clementine" as she cooked. Matthew'southward incessant, stupid knock-knock jokes.
Those rare glimpses into a lost past were as well precious to lose. Then Selma had washed what Selma always did; she'd made a retentivity. This fourth dimension, by marking it on her shoulder so that her grandmother would e'er exist with her.
Elena, of course, knew none of that. Mostly considering Selma had never even told her friend that she was adopted, much less that her nativity mother had abandoned her ten-twelvemonth-old daughter and eleven-year-quondam son in Lakeline Mall with naught simply a pair of matching backpacks with notes pinned to them.
No way would she share that. There were limits, after all. And getting too shut merely made things complicated. And painful.
"Is that why y'all popped in this morning? To prove me?" Elena pushed the pile of napkins closer to Selma. "Or did you come to help?"
"Actually, I came to talk to your dad."
"Checking stock?"
"Partly." Selma had founded Austin Free-Tail Distillery on a fly and a prayer merely over five years ago, and it had grown into a small batch distillery with a nationwide reputation. Named in honor of Austin's famous colony of Mexican Free-tail bats, the distillery's various modest batch varieties included Bat Bourbon and Dusk Flying Rye.
Before Free-Tail had exploded onto the scene, though, The Fix and its owner, Tyree Johnson, had been consistently loyal and supportive, going and so far as to host a tasting event for her and the company long before anyone in Austin--or the country--had a clue who she was.
"To be honest," Selma told Elena as she helped roll the silverware, "I wanted to tell him my news and ask his communication."
"News? Did Gratuitous-Tail win another award?"
"No, but thank you for the vote of confidence."
"Now I'm dying of curiosity. Hang on." She walked the length of the bar to the pocket-sized section that opened. She didn't bother with that, though, just slipped under, then pulled downwardly two highball glasses and held them upward to Selma. "I take a programme to ply you with booze so you'll tell me earlier yous tell my dad. Too early for bourbon?"
"Ply away. And you lot know how I pay my bills these days. As far as I'one thousand concerned, information technology'due south never too early for bourbon."
Elena put a golf ball sized ice cube in each glass then poured them both a pre-lunch advisable shot. Instead of sliding the glasses beyond the bar to Selma, though, she held onto them as she slipped back under the bar, then headed for one of the two-tops. She plunked the glasses down, so dropped into a seat. "Okay. Tell."
As a rule, Selma wasn't i for obeying orders, but she'd been wanting to share with Elena for days, and she'd been hoping that her friend would be at the bar this morning time. "Well, the truth is, I'k moving to Scotland."
Elena had just lifted her glass, but at present she put information technology back downward without taking a sip. "You're what?"
Selma tilted her head and eyed her friend. There wasn't a matter wrong with Elena's hearing.
"Wow," Elena said, and now she really did take a sip. "When did this come up about? Accept you thought it all through? How are you going to run the distillery?"
Selma bristled, and for a second, she considered bankroll away from the topic altogether. But she knew Elena didn't mean anything bad, even if she did sound a footling too much similar Selma'due south adoptive mother. And for years Allison Herrington had been insisting that Selma was the best petty daughter in the world. Or, rather, she would exist if she'd stop being then damned impulsive.
"Of course I've thought it through. I have a temporary gig lined up over at that place, and after that's done, I tin can utilise the cash to fund about a year of traveling effectually Europe. Perchance even tag on Asia or Australia."
"Yeah, but Scotland? Who's going to run Gratuitous-Tail? And where is this all coming from? I mean, information technology'southward one thing to determine to drive to Montana for a concert." Something Selma had recently done, to Elena'southward amusement. "But it's another thing birthday to up and move to another country."
Selma just shrugged. Her friend wasn't wrong. Just Selma liked to proceed moving. She wanted adventure. New scenery. And since information technology wasn't going to come up to her, she had to become to it.
"How did this come about?" Elena asked.
"Practice you remember me telling you about Sean O'Reilly?"
"Is he the i you met when yous flew off to backpack around Scotland afterward college?"
"The same. Although it was more during higher. Or, technically, information technology was after I dropped out."
Elena leaned back with an tickled expression. "And? How does he fit into the motion picture now?"
"I'one thousand going over to Scotland to work in a couple of his distilleries." She'd met Sean more than than a decade ago after she'd left college life behind. She'd been making A's in all her classes, merely the whole larn-shit-through-books thing actually hadn't jelled with her. So she'd decided that rather than learn about Lord Byron and Robert Burns and Robert Louis Stevenson and then many other Scottish poets from some grad student standing in for a professor in Austin, she'd fly to the source and learn every bit much every bit she could on her own.
She'd formally dropped out on a Fri, and the following Mon she boarded a plane with a backpack, a telephone, a credit carte, and absolutely no agenda whatsoever. It had been heaven. She'd explored the cities and towns, she'd talked to locals, she'd read poetry on a bench in Edinburgh Castle. She'd crashed in hostels and made friends with other students.
All-time of all, she'd met Sean. He'd lent her twenty pounds when her credit carte had been declined, and when she'd paid him back the following day, he'd used the money to purchase her a variety of Scotch whiskies for her to taste. She'd known a fleck almost spirits--she'd played around with distilling in college--just dorsum so she'd mostly been a wine girl. Just with Sean, she'd discovered not only a taste for Scotch, but that she had an fantabulous palate. So proficient, in fact, that Sean had offered her a summer job in his distillery in the Highlands.
She'd taken information technology, on the condition that he understood it wasn't permanent. She'd come to Scotland to explore, and that's what she'd intended to do. But she hadn't been averse to taking a job to fund a few further adventures.
She'd ended up in his bed with the same caveats. Her trip to the Highlands was all nearly fun, and a skillful time was all she'd been looking for.
Later on ii months, she'd learned more than she ever expected nigh Scotch and quite a bit more about having fun in bed.
Elena's brow furrowed. "So, is in that location something going on between you two?"
"Definitely no." Back in the day, Sean O'Reilly'southward thick Scottish brogue had amused her senses, making her think of hot men in kilts and the seductive historical romances that had helped her survive those horrible years before Mom and Dad had adopted her and Matthew. They'd shared good times in bed and an interest in fine whisky, but that had been all. He'd been her tasty morsel years agone, just Selma fabricated information technology a point to never look dorsum. Why would she when the world was filled with such a variety of succulent opportunities?
"Does he know that?"
Selma laughed. "Duh. Have you ever known me to exist coy? Too, he told me he's engaged to a local girl. Merely he assures me that I won't lack for hunky Scottish companionship."
Elena rolled her eyes. "Highlanders and what's under their kilts aside, why on globe are you going all the way to Scotland to piece of work in a distillery when you own an up-and-coming one right here?"
"Well, yep, that's kind of the residuum of it. I'thousand selling Gratuitous-Tail."
Elena almost knocked over her glass. "You're selling Costless-Tail? Now? You're on the brink of breaking out. Restaurants in over a dozen states stock your bourbon. Why on earth would you practice that?"
"Exactly my question."
The deep voice came from the opposite side of the cavernous bar, and Selma twisted in her chair to see Tyree Johnson eating up the flooring equally he crossed to them in long, measured strides. A tall man with a shaved caput, a neatly trimmed be
ard, and pare as nighttime as Elena's, Tyree seemed to fill the room. His broad chest and shoulders would have been intimidating were it not for the genuine kindness that seemed to curl off him.
"Tell me I'm hearing things."
"You're not," she said firmly. "This is the best decision. My determination."
She watched every bit his optics met Elena'south. For two people who hadn't even met until a few months agone, they shared a lot of the same mannerisms, not to mention similar features. Merely what made Selma grin as the two shared a glance was the deep affection she saw in Tyree'due south optics. This time terminal year, he hadn't even known he had a girl. Now, but the expression on his face revealed how much he adored her. Not to mention Elena's mother, Eva, with whom he'd fallen in love all again later a separation of more than 20 years.
If she weren't so flustered about both their negative reactions to her new life plan, Selma would actually exist feeling a footling gooey at the moment.
As it was, she felt on pins and needles. Like she had to justify her decisions. Which, of course, she didn't. Only apparently she was going to anyway, because she tapped the table top for their attending. "Hey," she said when they looked at her. "Don't bring me down, okay? I know what I'm doing, and I'm ecstatic near this offer. I'm going to brand a ton of money on the sale, the brand I built will alive on, and I'll have the liberty to practice cool things. Like get work for a few months in Scotland. Then maybe work in a winery in France. Or take painting lessons. Or learn to sail in Monaco and practise my French in Dainty. The whole world becomes my playground. How is that a bad affair?"
For a moment, Tyree said nothing. Then he pulled a chair over from a nearby two-top. Equally he sat, he rested his hand on hers, his big palm completely covering her smaller 1. "It'due south not," he said. "And I'm glad to hear that you've thought this out."
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