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About the author:
Barbara C. Doyle grew up in a small town in Upstate New York, surrounded by a passion for writing, pizza, and cats.
Her journey started at the young age of fourteen, and grew as she pursued an English bachelors degree in college. She believes that the written word is best used as a mode to escape into a different reality, thus the birth of her novels.
Her other passions include binge-watching Netflix, reading, and hanging out with her fur baby.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love reading brother's best friend romances, and decided I wanted to dive into my own! It has some twists that I don't think people will expect, so it was fun to put out in the world.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I was going to regret this in the morning.
Not the drinking part of the evening, because at least I could blame my soon-to-be poor decision on the amount of tequila I drank. I was referring to the fact that I was about to have mind-blowing sex with the sex god himself, Nate Evans. Also known as my brother’s best friend, and best man at the beautiful wedding ceremony.
I knew there were rules against hooking up with your brother’s best friend, but Nate came onto me, and it would have been rude to just ignore him. Wouldn’t it? On a normal day he’s hard to ignore, but when he’s wearing a tux that fits his structured athlete’s body there is no keeping your eyes off him. One look and you were ready to drop your panties right there at the reception.
Luckily I managed to contain myself while the party was still going on. For a while it was easy to focus on my brother Aaron and his new wife Katie. They were the perfect couple, and for once I actually got along with one of his dates. Now that they were married I could officially claim sisterhood and do everything I always wanted to do with the sister I never had.
It was when Aaron and Katie decided to disappear in the crowd of people when I couldn’t use them as a distraction anymore. Then it was just me and Nate at the bar alone, and the four shots of tequila in me was egging on some not-so-innocent thoughts.
He slid over to the stool next to me, letting his perfect gray eyes travel over the empty shot glass in my hand. He had his back to the bar, stretching his arms out so his elbows leaned against the edges of the counters to hold him up. The material of the tux hugged his impressive biceps beautifully.
That’s when I knew I was done for.
“So much for never drinking again,” he mused, looking at the crowd of people dancing to the country music playing.
I smiled. “I’m pretty sure the last time I said that was three years ago when I visited you at college. And I’m absolutely sure that whole situation was your fault to begin with.”
He held his hand over his heart like he was offended. The smirk on his face made the dimple on his right cheek appear, and contradicted the innocence he was trying to pass off. We both knew it was his fault I got alcohol poisoning that night.
“Blair,” he gasped. “How could you say such a thing? I was simply trying to help you understand the dangers of alcohol consumption.”
I laughed. “So that must have been why you and your stupid frat buddies were all chanting ‘chug’ while passing me glasses of all that alcohol. It’s all starting to make sense now.”
He chuckled. “You didn’t think they were stupid when they were passing you free alcohol. It seems like our lesson didn’t stick though.”
I rolled my eyes. “Guess not,” I replied, putting the glass down on the counter.
He called the bartender over and ordered two shots of whiskey. He looked at me with a grin on his face, and pushed one of the shots toward me. He picked his up and winked.
“Isn’t encouraging drinking going against your lesson?” I doubted playfully. I wasn’t going to refuse a free drink, especially one that Nate bought me.
So we both took the shot, but he took his more gracefully. My head was already spinning from the tequila, and I hadn’t had whiskey before. Growing up with Nate, I knew it was his favorite though.
My face puckered, and my throat burned as I slammed the glass on the counter. I could feel the drink burn its way down into my stomach, and I knew he was enjoying every second of my reaction.
“Quit acting like a girl,” he teased.
“I am a girl, if you hadn’t noticed.”
His lip twitched, and he turned his head a fraction away from me. Quietly, he murmured, “Believe me in that dress it’s hard to deny.”