Plus sized beauty Candi Newton has a wonderful life. At night she works at The Dirty Thirty, a rowdy rock-and -roll bar. She even gets to sing and wow the crowds with her electric vocals. Everything changes the night Nick Ortiz swaggers into her world. Will this sexy rock 'n roll bartender be knocked off her feet? Or will her insecurities prevent her from having the love of a lifetime?
Excerpt:
As I poured drinks, a deep masculine voice spoke. "You're a fantastic singer, Candi.” An Adonis swaggered up to the bar. He was over six feet, with dark hair, and the most striking blue eyes. He wore a sleeveless shirt and fashionably ripped jeans. His exposed arms were well muscled and tanned. Holy mother, his pants hugged him tight enough to see his religion. I spotted a dragon tattoo on his upper shoulder. Sex and trouble radiated from his eyes.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I rested my arms on the counter.
"This place is fun," he replied. "It's been awhile since I've been in Oakland."
"Oh, where are you from?" I tried hard not to stare at his crotch, or his amazing biceps.
"I live in L.A.”
"What you do there?" I said.
"Oh, nothing special." He smiled at me again, and I swear I went slack-jawed.
"I could never live in SoCal… too hot." I used a rag to wipe the counter down. I was definitely trying to play it cool.
"Is it okay to buy the singing bartender a drink?" He leaned in and raised an eyebrow.
"As long as you don't tell my boss!" The truth was I’d already had at least three free drinks. One more wasn't going to hurt.
"Shots alright?" He pulled out his wallet.
"Jaeger?" I replied.
"Perfect,” and he smiled, revealing movie-star white teeth.
I poured a shot for him and one for myself. “Ready?”
“I was born ready,” He grinned wide. Yes, I bet he was.
“1... 2... 3... drink!” I shouted. With that we both downed the Jaeger shots. I smacked my lips and slammed the shot glass down.
"So," he asked. "Are you doing anything later?"
“I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Nick,” The corners of his eyes crinkled.
“Well, Nick it’s nice to meet you.” I folded my arms across my chest. “But I make it rule not to date anyone from the bar.” Sure this guy was hot, but I knew better. No good could come of flirting with him. Nope, no good at all.
“But I’m not from the bar...” he smirked. “I’m from L.A.”
I was waiting for this. It was time for my standard polite brush-off speech. This was going to hurt me a million times more than him. But it had to be done.
"I can’t. Why don’t you ask one of the other girls here out?"
"I'm already talking to the prettiest girl in the room." He stared at me with those irresistible blue-eyes.