The Case Brothers Book 1
Release Date: January 22, 2019
You know why banned books are always best-sellers? Because everyone wants what they can’t have. Macey McCaslin is off-limits. So far off-limits my brother Jason, might kill me if he found out about us. He thinks I’m nothing more than a skirt-chasing man-whore not worthy to lick the dirt off her sexy little feet. And I’m definitely that, but ask me if I care? Because Macey tastes so sweet, I’m not staying away.
Veronica shoots me a glare as I enter the banquet hall where the tasting is taking place. I don’t have to look at my watch to know I’m exactly thirty-two minutes late. I timed it that way, heading up to the penthouse suite after I left the bar and pouring myself another bourbon. A little rougher than the Van Winkle 25, but Miles stores my only bottle of that in the safe behind the bar.
Maybe I should have taken a walk, because all I did while I was killing time, was go over every movement the stunning redhead downstairs made. The way her chest rose when she caught me staring. The demure cross of her legs, the strength of her grip on the crystal. The sweep of her lashes when she dropped her gaze. I’m captivated by the memory of her as I stare out over the city. I still hear her voice, ringing in my head like a siren, and if I’m smart, I’ll lash myself to the mast like Ulysses, because I’m quite sure if I hear that husky lilt another time, I’ll be powerless to walk away.
“Veronica,” I murmur, dragging myself back to the present and giving her a kiss on the cheek the way she likes. Fucking diva, acting like royalty. I don’t know how Nico stands it.
She shoots icy daggers at me, the kind that can freeze your balls. “It’s about time,” she snaps. “Did Nico show you who’s on the list?”
“He only just walked up, darling,” Nico answers, clearly pissed.
Veronica turns her wrath to Nico. “And if you’d been doing a better job of keeping tabs on your brother this wouldn’t have happened.”
Declan, my twin, raises an eyebrow and turns his face away before Ronnie can see his smirk. At least I’ll have a conspirator tonight. Dec’s a little more political than I am. He gives all the fucks I don’t, and so far, he’s managed to work that to his favor, both with our parents, and in his life. Shit just seems to happen for him. And I’m happy for him. I have no need to be jealous of his success. He’s driven in a way I’m not. He clears his throat, turning back to Ronnie. “Calm down, Ronnie. Jason’s a sneaky bastard. You can’t blame us for not knowing. We took him at his word when he said he was through with the wine industry.”
“Will someone explain to me what’s going on?” I growl, ready to ditch everyone and head back upstairs. Or better yet, see if Gorgeous Redhead is still hanging around the bar.
Nico thrusts a pamphlet my direction. “Page three.”
I flip it open, and there, underneath the heading “Moonbeam Acres”, is my half-brother Jason’s name. Listed as associate winemaker. I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “Dad’s gonna shit his pants.”
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author Tessa Layne loves urban jungles, wild places, and writing about tenderhearted tough guys and the smart, sassy women they fall for.