Welcome to Thirsty Thursday! Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome our guest bartender, Rebecca Brooks, today!
Thirsty Thursday With Rebecca Brooks
Ben Mailer is a chef, so he knows his way around a kitchen. But when he meets Casey they’re at a campground in the Adirondacks—so he has to get creative if he wants to impress her! Ben is eight years younger than Casey and she’s in no way looking for a relationship. What’s a dreamy guy to do without a professional oven around?
Thankfully, everything tastes delicious under the stars. Ben invites Casey over to his campfire for marshmallows and chocolate, and even though Casey may have sworn off men, she’s not going to say no to s’mores.
Ben and his friends are heating cider over the coals of the campfire and mixing it with bourbon. If you have a few more ingredients, you can make an even better hot toddy—and you don’t need to be camping outside to enjoy it. Cheers!
Hot and Sexy Ben’s Hot and Sexy Toddy
2 oz whiskey or bourbon of choice
1 tbsp honey
1 tsp lemon juice
1 lemon wedge
1 cinnamon stick
2 whole cloves
1 star anise
8 oz hot apple cider
Check out Above All by Rebecca Brooks
Reeling from a sudden breakup, Casey Webb leaves Brooklyn, drives north, and settles in a sleepy mountain town in upstate New York. She’s convinced she’s happy being alone—until she reads the acknowledgments in her ex-boyfriend’s hit debut novel, thanking his new girlfriend “above all.”
Good thing Ben Mailer is in town. The hot, young Brooklyn-bound chef offers the perfect distraction. Soon the backwoods are heating up… But as their fling turns into more, the demands of Ben’s family and budding career make moving to her idyllic town impossible.
Now Casey must decide what she can’t live without—her life in the mountains, or the man she wants to be hers above all…
At last he turned to go. On his way out, he wished Casey a good night and then reached up to tap the back of the doorframe before swinging the door shut behind him.
She really, really wished he hadn’t.
Because lifting his arms to the doorframe made his jacket rise up enough to expose the top of his low-slung jeans. As well as the thin green line of his boxers hugging his hips underneath. It didn’t take X-ray vision to know that just above that patch of skin, hidden by his white undershirt and whatever else he had on under his black North Face fleece, were two long dimples carved into his lower back, matching the dimples on his face.
Officially the sexiest part of any man’s body, and the one thing Casey dreamed about on those rare nights when she did, in fact, allow herself to dream.
But this was not going to be one of those images she replayed in her mind’s eye. She was already berating herself for noticing. Not only had she turned to putty simply because he slid the hair out of his eyes as if he didn’t know the gesture would make every girl within a ten-mile radius want to extend her hand to his cheek. But she, Cassandra Webb, competent, capable, got dumped on her ass but still got back up again, thirty-four-year-old independent woman, had checked out his twenty-something-year-old butt.
She made herself swear she wouldn’t give him a second thought. She wasn’t interested. Period. She’d come to the woods to be alone and she fully planned to stay that way. She was going to read a little more until she was sufficiently distracted and then head back to her cabin, warm some cookies in the microwave, and go to sleep. Geller would take over registration in the morning and she would never see this group again.
Casey reached for her book, but she couldn’t stop her hand from hovering over the ledger. Before she knew what she was doing, she allowed herself a quick peek at the records and groaned.
Geller’s handwriting was unmistakable. They were staying for four days, three nights.
There was no way she wouldn’t find herself looking at those dimples again.
Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than to write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
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