I’m excited to share with you CALL TO HONOR’s Chilled Passion. I write hot, sassy romance with a sexy attitude & have a signature cocktail for each release. This drink will fire up the passion – let me know how you like it!
CALL TO HONOR’s Chilled Passion
1 1/2 part vodka
2 parts cranberry juice
1 part passionfruit liqueur
1/2 passionfruit garnish
Fill a shaker with ice cubes and add vodka, cranberry juice and passionfruit liqueur. Shake and strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with passionfruit.
As delicious as the CALL TO HONOR Chilled Passion drink is, Diego and Harper opted for wine on their first ‘date’. Here’s a peek at how that went:
“Wine?” Diego offered, facing her with the bottle lifted high.
“I’d love some.”
With a slow smile that could easily be taken for seductive, Harper slid onto the couch, tucking her feet beneath her so her skirt spread like flower petals. She held out her glass.
It only took a glance at the dilated pupils and delicately flushed cheeks to see she was well on her way past enjoying to overindulging. All things considered, getting a woman drunk wasn’t the worst interrogative method he’d ever used.
He filled both glasses, although his was only for show, and joined Harper on the sleek leather couch, shoving aside a pair of nubby turquoise pillows.
“How’d you get to be such a good cook?” he asked for lack of a better opening. He felt like such an ass that he decided then and there to tell Savino they needed to add spy craft to their training regime.
“Necessity. I didn’t want to raise Nathan on fast food.”
And there was his opening. Maybe he was better at this than he’d thought.
“You’re a good mom,” he complimented. “If I had a kid, I’d want to know he had someone that conscientious in charge. I’ll bet Nathan’s father appreciates it, too.”
As if he’d flipped a switch, Harper’s smile dropped, a brow-furrowing frown taking its place.
Yeah. He did suck at this.
“Didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject,” he lied. “I’m just saying I admire how you’re raising him. A nice home, good meals, a cool bike. Everything a boy needs for a good childhood.”
“You think?” Her gaze shifted to her wine for a moment; then she shrugged again and met his eyes. “Nathan’s a great kid. He makes it easy.”
“He’s excited about camping. Sounds like he’s done it a few times. Does he go with his father?”
“With his…” Her face paled, her lips tightening over whatever words she’d been about to say. She tunneled her fingers through her hair, the shaggy ends falling tidily back in place, then shook her head. “No. I took him camping last year. He’s gone once or twice with his best friend, too.”
“You went camping?” He couldn’t help but grin a little.
“No,” he realized, shaking his head. “You’re a good mom. Good moms do things they don’t like sometimes. Like camping.”
“And letting their little boys go to camp for two weeks,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“You didn’t want to let him go?” Her shrug wasn’t a denial. “So why did you?”
“Because he wanted to. And he needed a chance to grow a little more independent. According to my friend, Andi, that’s important if a boy is going to grow into a strong man.”
“But you’ll miss him,” Diego said, pinpointing the emotions he saw in her eyes.
“I will, but I have a plan to keep it from overwhelming me,” she admitted, wetting her lips and looking at him like he was a big bar of creamy chocolate.
“Do you, now?” There he was, feeling nervous again.
“I do, indeed.” She leaned closer, so that her breast brushed against his shoulder. “It involves a great deal of wine, a lot of body contact and perhaps a few less pieces of clothing.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Indeed.” To prove her point, Harper trailed her fingers down the delicate mother-of-pearl buttons of her sweater, flipping them open as she went. Each one revealed a little more of the silken skin and satin fabric beneath.
“You’re good at this.” Too good, he realized when he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position to sit while not giving away just how well her flirting was working.
Of course, another couple inches of interest and hiding would be pointless.
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty books, Tawny Weber loves writing about sexy heroes, most notably her popular Navy SEALs series. Her sassy, emotional romances are filled with men dedicated to being the best—and women determined to have the best. Tawny credits her ex-military alpha husband for inspiration in her writing, and in her life. The recipient of numerous writing accolades, including Romantic Times Reviewers Choice and in addition to the NY Times and USA Today bestseller lists, Tawny has also hit the number one spot on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
A homeschooling mom, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening and spending time with her family and dogs in her Northern California home.