on September 18th 2017
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Liam Dempsey isn’t long for Antero. The bar where he’s been working is going downhill fast, and it’s time for him to move on. Even if moving on means moving from Colorado to Utah and leaving his sister and fledgling brewery behind. He’s not interested in forming any attachments before he leaves in a month, but after a sexy hook-up with his sister’s friend, he finds himself unsure where his future stands.
The last thing Ruth Colbert needs is something else on her plate. She has a restaurant to run, a chef to replace, and a cranky twelve-year-old to raise, but a steamy night with Liam was just what she needed. The only problem is, now she wants more, if only she could find the time for him. Just when things seem to be working out and she can see a possible future with Liam, someone from her past shows up to throw another wrench into everything.
Books in the Brewing Love series:Love on TapSaison for Love
He leaned toward her slowly, so slowly that she had to fight the urge to grab hold of his shoulders and pull him close. His lips touched hers in a faint brush, the tip of his tongue slipping in to taste her.
She did take hold of his shoulders then, holding him steady while she turned her head to let him plunge deeper. He slid one arm around her waist, pulling her closer so that her breasts pressed against his shirt. Her fingers glided into his hair, letting the smooth strands slip across them like silk.
Heat gathered in her belly, and her hips moved against him, feeling the swell of his arousal. Should she slow this down?
He seemed to be thinking about the same thing, pulling back to look at her. “Is this okay? I don’t want to push you.”
She licked her lips. “Sure. But I’m not really… This isn’t something I do much.”
He drew back a little farther. “It’s all right. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.” He gave her a tentative smile, probably trying to gauge just how skittish she was feeling.
She took a deep breath, centering herself. “But that’s just the thing,” she said slowly. “I do want to. Do it, that is.”
Maybe she shouldn’t. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. But she really did.
Liam’s teeth flashed white as he grinned. “Good. So do I.”
Beer and Romance
Like all of my Brewing Love books, Saison for Love centers on a Colorado craft brewery and its lovesick employees. My hero, Liam Dempsey, is a brewer, working alongside his sister Bec, the brewmaster. He makes a special beer for his lady love, Ruth Colbert, to demonstrate his devotion.
One of the reactions I’ve gotten to Brewing Love is that beer isn’t romantic. Wine, particularly champagne, is what lovers drink. Beer is for football-loving bros, yelling their support for the home team. I understand this feeling; I think it’s part of the whole “wine is for women, beer is for men” idea. But since I live in Craft Beer Central, aka Colorado, I don’t share it. Good beer is as suitable for a great dinner as good wine. And it has its own set of romantic associations.
After all, beer is for celebration. Think about it. When you finish a tough week at work, someone will say, “Let’s stop for a beer.” When you come down the mountain after a punishing hike or a great ski run, you’ll hear the same thing. Beer is what you have when you need to relax and when you want to reward yourself for a good (or even bad) job done. It seems to me that sharing the highs and lows of life is the essence of a good relationship. And beer can be a part of that just as much as champagne.
In Saison for Love, Liam Dempsey is undergoing a major life change. He thinks he’s moving from Antero, Colorado, to Park City, Utah, but he meets a woman who turns those plans inside out. The former love ’em and leave ’em bad boy finds the love of his life, but he needs to convince her that he’s serious and that they have a future together. And part of that convincing is making her beer.
“By coincidence, so do I.” He placed his glass on the counter, then reached for her, pulling her into his arms to feel the warm weight of her body against his. He rested his forehead against her hair. “You really like the saison?”
“I love the saison. Thank you so much for naming it after me.”
“I didn’t just name it for you. I made it for you.” He pulled back to look at her again. “A lesser man would have given you roses. I’m giving you your own saison.”
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