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Crafting signature cocktails is my passion. Mixing things up with my oh-so-hot, mega-successful ex? A surefire recipe for the world's most epic hangover.
I only agreed to compete in this mixology contest for one reason. To raise money so I can open my own speakeasy. And I have to admit, it's a blast...until I see him.
Aiden Calihan. Heartbreaker extraordinaire. Grumpzilla. And now the billionaire owner of a luxury liquor brand. I'd love nothing more than to douse him with a Dirty Shirley.
Then, he goes and insults my already injured pride. The sculpted scumbag doesn't even recognize me! And he expects me to flog his overpriced booze during the contest?
Oh, hell no! I'd rather drink bottom shelf bourbon from a broken glass.
But then he offers me a job I'd have to be punch-drunk to refuse. Create the perfect nonalcoholic drink. A gig that will fast-track my speakeasy dream.
With any luck, I won't have to see much of the Grouch King. That is, until he starts invading my dreams. And like an alcoholic craving one more sip, I might be spiraling toward a romantic relapse...
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Crafting signature cocktails is my passion. Mixing things up with my oh-so-hot, mega-successful ex? A surefire recipe for the world's most epic hangover.
I only agreed to compete in this mixology contest for one reason. To raise money so I can open my own speakeasy. And I have to admit, it's a blast...until I see him.
Aiden Calihan. Heartbreaker extraordinaire. Grumpzilla. And now the billionaire owner of a luxury liquor brand. I'd love nothing more than to douse him with a Dirty Shirley.
Then, he goes and insults my already injured pride. The sculpted scumbag doesn't even recognize me! And he expects me to flog his overpriced booze during the contest?
Oh, hell no! I'd rather drink bottom shelf bourbon from a broken glass.
But then he offers me a job I'd have to be punch-drunk to refuse. Create the perfect nonalcoholic drink. A gig that will fast-track my speakeasy dream.
With any luck, I won't have to see much of the Grouch King. That is, until he starts invading my dreams. And like an alcoholic craving one more sip, I might be spiraling toward a romantic relapse...