Just a Taste: Whiskey Wars

By Dylann Crush

Get "just a taste" of the brand new Whiskey Wars series in this excerpt from USA Today bestselling author Dylann Crush.

A generations-old family feud might ruin a couple's last chance at love...and tear apart the oldest whiskey distillery in Tennessee in the process.

Danica:
I need a win. My scumbag ex-boss is trying to drag my reputation through the mud. If I can land my first client, I might be able to get my marketing business off the ground. But when I show up for my first meeting with the owners of a distillery, the gorgeous guy at the end of the table looks an awful lot like the one-night stand I ghosted. So I do what any hot mess in heels would do... pretend like we've never met.

Cole:
The Hatfields and McCoys have nothing on the feud my family's got going. We've been fighting with the Stewarts longer than anyone in Beaver Bluff can remember. Which sucks since we happen to co-own the largest whiskey distillery in Tennessee. Now they've brought in a marketing consultant to switch things up. If I can't fight my attraction to the woman with curves like a back mountain road, she could ruin me.

Lose yourself in the richly crafted world of Beaver Bluff, Tennessee where the whiskey flows freely and love is only ever a few pages away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tickled Pinkest
• Release date: Mar 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201849535

Book preview

1

COLE

The gorgeous blonde at the end of the bar shut down another hopeful Romeo looking for a hook up. I hid my smile as I drained my glass of whiskey. Watching her turn down the guys who offered to buy her a drink might be even more entertaining than the hockey game playing on the big screen behind her. The way her lips curved into a sympathetic smile while she shot them down one by one almost made me feel sorry for them.

They should know better than to make a play for a woman so clearly out of their league. I couldn’t blame them though—if I was a guy who hit on women in noisy hotel bars, she’d be exactly the type of woman I’d go for.

I should have been sitting at my brother Vaughn’s place watching the battle on the ice in high def with surround sound. Instead, the meeting I’d had with a big law firm ran long, and rather than make the three-hour drive back to Beaver Bluff, I was stuck at a hotel in downtown Knoxville for the night.

Ready for another? The bartender gestured to my drink.

Not yet. I was pacing myself. The bar’s selection of bourbon and whiskey wasn’t awful, but I was used to the best of the best. As part owner of one of the biggest whiskey distilleries in Tennessee, I had access to a tasting room even a lifelong collector would envy.

Stop being such a snob and try something from the competition. My cousin Deacon nudged me in the ribs. He’d been working as in-house counsel for the family distillery for the past year, ever since my brothers and I convinced him to move back to Beaver Bluff. I should clarify—in-house counsel for my family’s interest in the distillery.

Unfortunately, we shared ownership with two other families. We got along great with the Devines. The Stewarts were a different story. My family had been embroiled in a feud with theirs for the better part of the past hundred years. Whoever said keep your friends close and your enemies closer had no idea what it took to stay one step ahead of the Stewart siblings.

How do you think the meeting went today? I winced as a shot bounced off the goal post. Then another hopeful businessman approached the blonde, blocking my view of the replay.

Deacon followed my gaze. Do you want to move so you can see the game?

Nah, it’s all right. There wasn’t anywhere to move to, thanks to a busy happy-hour crowd. Plus, if we switched seats, I might lose my secondary entertainment. I wasn’t the type of guy who’d try to pick up a girl in a