Saturday, March 5, 2022

Book Blitz: Whiskey Home


Tragedy brought Bree back to her hometown with no plans to stay. Her brother’s best 

friend, Tony, doesn’t want her to leave. With a killer on the loose and Bree in danger, it’s 

up to Tony to keep her safe, then keep her in Whiskey Falls. Readers who enjoy Brynne 

Asher and Devney Perry will love this spicy, small town, brother’s best friend, romantic

suspense.


Blurb

Tony

I promised to protect my best friend’s little sister—I didn’t plan on falling in love.

But when a murderer strikes in my county and she may be the next target, I can’t hold back 

anymore.

She doesn’t know it yet, but when this is over she’s here to stay.

If I can keep her alive.

Bree

A tragedy called me back to Whiskey Falls, but as soon as I take care of business, I’m out of 

here.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve been in love with Tony Kane since I was a child.

Or that I go weak at the knees every time I see him.

My family broke my heart, but he has the power to shatter it.

No way am I sticking around for that.

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Excerpt 

Copyright 2021 Taryn 

RiversThe patio door opens behind me, alerting me to Bree’s presence.

“Bree’s here. I gotta go,” I tell him.

“Watch your back,” he warns, not hiding the worry in his voice.

“You, too.” I hang up and turn around to find Bree rubbing the back of her neck with a resigned


look on her face.

“She’s on her way, isn’t she?” I ask.

She winces and nods.

“Please tell me Colt’s with her.” I like Colt, and it’s obvious he cares for both women. Plus, he

can handle himself and is one hell of a shot.

“No. Colt’s not with her. But she’s not alone.”

“You need to call her back and tell her to turn around. We barely have enough manpower to


cover you, much less Sadie and whichever one of your friends she’s dragging with her.”

“It’s, um, well, it’s Killian,” she stammers. “He didn’t want her driving by herself.”

It takes a few seconds before I trust myself to speak. “Are you telling me Killian Cross is on his

way here right now?”

She bites her lip and nods reluctantly.

“Exactly how many times has Cross asked you out?” I ask.

She wrings her hands together. “Twice. And it’s been months. We’re just good friends, not that


it’s any of your business.”

I see red. “Not my fucking business? Are you high? Everything about you is my business.”

She backs up but it’s too late. In two steps I’m on her. I pull her to me and slam my mouth down

on hers.

Instead of fighting it, her arms wrap around me. I fist her hair, and she gasps, giving me what I

need to slide my tongue home. I bring her even closer, and she melts into me.

I pour everything I have into the kiss. If she won’t believe it when I tell her she’s mine, I’ll fucking

show her and leave no room for doubt.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years, and all my frustration comes through. She

moans into my mouth which spurs me on. I thought our first kiss couldn’t be beat, but this one

blows it out of the water.

This kiss is everything. Heaven and hell, want and need, every ounce of my being focused on

the slide of her tongue. I slow it down until our lips separate. I run my nose along hers then drop

my hand down to her lower back and bury my face in her hair.

“This is why you’re my business. This proves you want me as much as I want you. Face it.

You’re mine, and I’m fucking yours. Always have been. Always will be.”

I lean in and kiss the side of her lips. “Give us a chance, beautiful. It’s going to work out. I

promise.”

Her entire face softens, and I think I have her. But then she blinks, and I see naked fear flash in

her eyes right before she shuts down.

Fucking hell.


About Taryn Rivers 

Taryn Rivers lives in central Arkansas with her extremely patient husband and her golden 

retriever, Patton. When she’s not writing, she’s kicking back with her husband at the lake, eating 

her weight in fried cheese curds and fish fry while visiting family in Wisconsin, or she’s guilting 

her children into coming to see her. She loves reading, coffee, wine, and her family, not 

necessarily in that order.

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