Thursday, November 21, 2019

Tequila (A Country Love Story) by Rebecca Sharp ~ Cover Reveal

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Check out Dr. Rebecca Sharp’s fantastic cover! Tequila is releasing on December 5th. Pre-order today!


From bestselling author, Dr. Rebecca Sharp, comes a new and sexy rescue romance standalone novel....

A pilot, a park ranger, and a bottle of tequila sit down at a bar.

One shot. One kiss. One night together on top of the Rockies changed everything… until morning rolled around.

Six years later, Shay Covington returns to Colorado. Famous. The best fighter pilot in the Air Force. Infamous. Pulled from her command and fleeing her shadow of shame. When torrential rains strand her in town, the mountain man who rescues her is none other than Logan Daniels - the Park Ranger she disappeared on after one night.

Shock. Logan never thought he’d see his tequila girl again. Betrayal. She hadn’t even given him her real name. Unfortunately, with highways closed and hotels full, he has only one choice: to bring Shay home with him.

But this time, fate decides to give them more than a single night.

By morning, they’re trapped by one of the worst floods Estes Park has ever seen. Shay and Logan join the rescue effort, but as the water rages and danger rises, so does the attraction between them.

When disaster tips the balance between duty and desire, and secrets float to the surface, can they risk their hearts as easily as they’ve risked their lives?

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And now, that very woman was stranded with me in my house, wearing nothing but my clothes.

My Rocky Mountain High t-shirt had been a gift after five years at Rocky Mountain National Park. The long-sleeve navy cotton was soft as it draped over her, falling down onto her thighs. At least my gym shorts had a drawstring; it looked as though she’d been able to tie them tight enough and roll them up a bit to make them a passable fit.

But underneath those clothes— I forced my gaze back to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’d made.

“You should drink some water,” I told her, nodding to where I’d poured her a glass from the fridge.

We still had power, but from what I could see down in Estes, it wasn’t going to last. Lightning decorated the mountainous horizon. Thankfully, the things I’d spent good money on in this house were those essential for survival - like the largest automatic propane generator I could find.

Her fingertips peeked out from the edge of her sleeves.

The good thing about her wearing my clothes was that they were so large on her, they hid most traces of all the curves that drove me crazy.

The bad thing about her wearing my clothes was that she was wearing my clothes. And she was wearing them with nothing underneath.

“I made you a sandwich” I told her. “Peanut butter and jelly. Not much, but it’s all I can do on short notice.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t reach for it though. Instead, she took a sip of the water and walked over to the window, cupping her hand against the glass in order to see out of it.

“Not much to see.” Even without the darkness and rain, the lights of the town were dwindling.

She turned back and approached me, notching her chin up so her eyes could hold mine steady.

Six years but the look in them hadn’t changed at all - the one that was assured and determined; the one that had something to prove. And the one that wore pride like a cape, forgetting that underneath the suit was still a human - a woman with a heart…

A heart she’d shown me once upon a mountaintop.

“Thanks for rescuing me, and for letting me stay with you, Logan,” she said, her voice turning thick as our proximity began to affect her in ways she hadn’t anticipated either.

My mouth drew into a firm line. And before I could stop myself, I licked my thumb and cupped her cheek, rubbing over a faint spot of mud that the shower hadn’t washed away.

I shouldn’t have touched her.

But all I could think was how soft her skin still was. How warm. And how much I’d missed feeling it underneath my fingers.

Her honey-colored eyes deepened to desire-laden amber as her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, the same way she’d done the last time we’d been sky-high in Colorado.

The same way that always came before she kissed me.

My hand dropped to my side and I stepped back, dragging in air and shoving my raging need back down into my chest.

“Estes is slowly losing power. I have a generator that will kick on and last several weeks if that becomes the case here.”

She cleared her throat and nodded, forcing herself, like I did, to ignore the moment that just occurred between us. “I can’t believe how quickly it got so bad.”

My jaw clenched. “The worst things are always the ones you don’t expect,” I replied without thinking, watching her eyes widen as she caught the double-meaning to my words.

“Logan, we need to talk,” she said with a sigh.

Instantly, my body rammed back into high gear. The magnetic attraction lodged inside me pulling me toward her in ways I knew would only burn me once again.

Christ, it had only been one night and here I was, six years later, still thinking about her. Still wanting to touch her as though she were the only thing that mattered. I didn’t want to know what would happen if I actually fell for her and she left.

Which she would.

Because there was literally nothing here for her.

I held up a hand and picked up my sandwich with the other.

“It was one night, six years ago,” I began roughly. “We don’t need to talk about it. It was one night - it wasn’t anything.” It had only felt like everything.

“Right.” She nodded. “But I want to explain. I should’ve explained then, and now that I’m here - staying with you because of this… disaster… I would just feel better about the whole situation—”

“But I wouldn’t,” I told her.

I still wanted her. Knowing what made her leave would only make resisting her that much harder.

“It is what it is,” I went on firmly. “You were stranded and it’s my duty to help you.”

Was it me or did she flinch when I referred to her as a responsibility? I wasn’t trying to be insulting, but it was all I could let her be.

Clearing my throat, I changed topics. “I’ve already heard from the Emergency Operations Center about the storm; they’re pulling the Rangers from the park tomorrow to instead scout where roads need to be closed and where people need to be rescued.”

I hoped discussing the storm would be enough of a distraction.

Her eyes narrowed and heat spread to her cheeks. “Look, Logan,” she began with a hard, commanding tone - one it seemed she’d used to discipline before. “If I want to tell you—”

“I don’t hold anything against you,” I growled, all kinds of frustration pumping through my veins. “Just let it go, Bae—”

“My name’s not Bae,” she snapped, setting her glass on the granite countertop with just enough force to make a point.

I froze.

Well, that had my attention.

She crossed her arms over her chest, my shock allowing my gaze to break from its cage of propriety and flick down to where her generous tits pressed against the fabric of my shirt.

She was still cold. Or turned on.


“Excuse me?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Bae… is my call sign,” she told me, pausing to drag in a pained breath, and I wondered what could be worse than telling me the woman who’d been my one-night Cinderella hadn’t even given me her real name. “My actual name is Shay Covington.” She winced slightly. “Captain Shay Covington, and I’m a fighter pilot in the US Air Force.”



Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband - the love of her life.

She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she's always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.

After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.



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