by: Mariah Ankenman
Series: Jackson Family Distillery
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 13, 2025
Growing up with three brothers, Charlie Jackson had to be tough. Some might call her the B word, but she simply defends those who need it. Unfortunately, not everyone sees her protection as defense. Like the judge who ordered her to take anger management classes after she messed up her jerk ex’s car. Not a problem, a few months pretending to listen to a bunch of people talk about accessing feelings should go down as smooth as the vodka her family makes at their distillery.
Luc Woolf knows all about harboring anger at the world. Growing up with a father who liked the bottle more than his family, he suffered his fair share of rage. But he gave up that emotion long ago when he realized anger did nothing but make a person miserable. These days, he keeps a cool head and helps others process their emotions as a therapist. However, when he volunteers to moderate an anger management course, he meets the one person who tests his careful control, Charlie Jackson.
The two couldn’t be more at odds, but they can’t deny the scorching heat between them. This bad girl wants to show this good boy how much fun breaking the rules can be. After all, opposites attract. But when the struggles of real life interrupt their fun times, will their differences pull them apart or bond them together?
“Bedroom,” he muttered between drugging kisses.
“Down the hall,” she managed to get out. Amazing since her mind had currently turned to mush from his touch alone.
Luc showed an amazing feat of strength as he pulled them away from the wall and began to walk down the hallway, carrying her in his arms, lips rarely leaving her mouth. If her mind hadn’t been blown away by his sensual assault, she might have had the fortitude to inform him of the correct door. As it stood, she could barely remember her own name. When he pulled open the hallway closet door their lust-fest came to a screaming halt as clothes, papers, and a host of other items came crashing down on their heads.
“Dammit!” She buried her face in his chest, embarrassment finally rising over the desire.
A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest to her forehead. She lifted her face, affecting her meanest evil eye.
“Don’t say a word.”
“What?” He raised two innocent eyebrows. “I think it’s sweet you tried to pick up for me.”
“I. Am. Not. Sweet.”
His gaze darkened, lust burning in those dark depths. “Really? Because I think you are the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The fire stoked again. Truthfully, it had never died. She feared from the moment she met this man it had been a small burning ember just waiting to catch and destroy everything in its path.
“Bedroom is the next door down,” she said in response, because if things were going to burn, she sure as hell wanted to enjoy the blaze.
Still carrying her—something she always scoffed at in the movies, but in real life she discovered she found it sexy as hell—Luc made his way to her bedroom. The door was open a crack so when he nudged it with his foot, it swung wide. He stepped inside hesitantly.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced down at her, the corner of his mouth ticking up. “Just making sure there wasn’t another pile of hastily hidden things waiting to topple on our heads.”
Narrowing her eyes, she smacked his shoulder playfully. “Shut up and get us on the bed.”
His eyes smoldered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Once a kid at the gas station in town had called her ma’am. She detested it. It made her feel old and unattractive. But not when Luc said it. When he uttered the word in his deep, rich voice, it sounded sensual, like he was only there to do her sexual bidding.
Yes please!
In a few short steps Luc had them positioned at the edge of her bed. She expected him to gently place her down, but instead he tossed her onto the soft mattress. Not hard, but with enough force that she bounced a bit as she landed. Then he stood over her, devouring her with his gaze, grasping the bedpost until his knuckles paled.
Holy hell!
Never had she seen anything as hot as the way Luc looked at her. Like he wanted to pleasure her all night long. Fine by her. Sounded like the perfect night in her books.
“Down the hall,” she managed to get out. Amazing since her mind had currently turned to mush from his touch alone.
Luc showed an amazing feat of strength as he pulled them away from the wall and began to walk down the hallway, carrying her in his arms, lips rarely leaving her mouth. If her mind hadn’t been blown away by his sensual assault, she might have had the fortitude to inform him of the correct door. As it stood, she could barely remember her own name. When he pulled open the hallway closet door their lust-fest came to a screaming halt as clothes, papers, and a host of other items came crashing down on their heads.
“Dammit!” She buried her face in his chest, embarrassment finally rising over the desire.
A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest to her forehead. She lifted her face, affecting her meanest evil eye.
“Don’t say a word.”
“What?” He raised two innocent eyebrows. “I think it’s sweet you tried to pick up for me.”
“I. Am. Not. Sweet.”
His gaze darkened, lust burning in those dark depths. “Really? Because I think you are the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The fire stoked again. Truthfully, it had never died. She feared from the moment she met this man it had been a small burning ember just waiting to catch and destroy everything in its path.
“Bedroom is the next door down,” she said in response, because if things were going to burn, she sure as hell wanted to enjoy the blaze.
Still carrying her—something she always scoffed at in the movies, but in real life she discovered she found it sexy as hell—Luc made his way to her bedroom. The door was open a crack so when he nudged it with his foot, it swung wide. He stepped inside hesitantly.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced down at her, the corner of his mouth ticking up. “Just making sure there wasn’t another pile of hastily hidden things waiting to topple on our heads.”
Narrowing her eyes, she smacked his shoulder playfully. “Shut up and get us on the bed.”
His eyes smoldered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Once a kid at the gas station in town had called her ma’am. She detested it. It made her feel old and unattractive. But not when Luc said it. When he uttered the word in his deep, rich voice, it sounded sensual, like he was only there to do her sexual bidding.
Yes please!
In a few short steps Luc had them positioned at the edge of her bed. She expected him to gently place her down, but instead he tossed her onto the soft mattress. Not hard, but with enough force that she bounced a bit as she landed. Then he stood over her, devouring her with his gaze, grasping the bedpost until his knuckles paled.
Holy hell!
Never had she seen anything as hot as the way Luc looked at her. Like he wanted to pleasure her all night long. Fine by her. Sounded like the perfect night in her books.
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