Book Title: Glitter and Grit
Author: Jessie Evans
Genre: Western Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
**Reviewed by Books Need TLC Reviewer, Heather Driscoll
Reece was anticipating being told to buy her own damned beer, but after a long, silent beat, Broody turned to the bartender and lifted a hand. “Whatever the lady wants,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice that made Reece’s skin prickle. “Add it to my tab.” “I’ll have a Blue Moon, extra orange slice.” Reece smiled at the bartender as she slid onto the stool next to her tortured cowboy. “Thanks for the drink. You been here long?” “About an hour,” the man replied, moving his hat to his other side and resuming his moody glaring into the amber liquid inside his pint glass. “I’m heading out soon.” “I meant in Lonesome Point, not the bar,” Reece said. “You look like you’ve been around long enough to get sick of the small town bullshit.” He stretched his neck from one side to the other but kept his attention fixed on the bar. “Small town, big city…bullshit’s all the same.” Reece nodded, mulling that over while she thanked the bartender and squeezed her two orange slices into her beer. “I guess so, but there are more places to get away from it in the city. More places where nobody knows your name.” “I don’t know your name.” Broody’s attention shifted her way as she took a long drink of the ice-cold beer. She moaned softly in appreciation as the cold bubbles dulled the edges of her headache. She knew it was probably just the pain pill kicking in, but there was still something magical about an ice-cold beer. “No, you don’t.” She grinned up at him as she wiped the foam from her upper lip with a sensuous sweep of her thumb, not missing the way the man’s eyes lingered on her mouth. “And why don’t we keep it that way? I won’t tell you my name and you won’t tell me yours. We can be each other’s place where nobody knows our name.” Mr. Tortured nodded and the hint of a smile curved his full lips. “Sounds like a plan, Shortstack.” Reece arched one brow. “Because I’m short and stacked?” Adorably, the man blushed in response. “It was the first short person nickname that came to mind. Haven’t taken a good look at the other.” “Well, go ahead,” Reece said, holding his gaze, relishing the tension beginning to thicken the air between them. “I don’t mind.” After a moment, the man leaned closer, but his eyes didn’t waver from hers. “I don’t treat women that way.” “Then how do you treat women?” Reece asked, shifting until her leg brushed his. “I’m curious.” “Curiosity can be dangerous,” he said in a husky voice that made Reece’s nipples tighten and her next sip of beer go straight to her head. “What if I’m not a nice guy?” “What if I’m not a nice girl?” Reece countered, setting her beer down and bringing her hand to rest on his thigh, relishing the rock hard muscles beneath the denim. Oh yeah, this man definitely had what she was looking for, and then some.
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