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7 Brides for 7 Blackthornes, Book 3
Meet the Blackthorne men, each one as hot, fast, and smooth as the whiskey that built the family fortune, and the yachts and race cars that bear their name. From proud Scottish stock, Blackthornes never lose. But, one by one, the seven sexy men in this family are about to risk everything when they fall for strong and beautiful women who test their mettle in life…and love.
Ross Blackthorne likes his cars fast and his women faster. As the third son, he’s accustomed to living his life without the pressure to succeed that his older brothers face. But when he crashes his race car during a public event, his father decides enough is enough. It’s time for Ross to step up and join the family business.
Holly Brooks has her hands full running operations at the Blackthorne Distillery in Lexington, Kentucky. The last thing she needs is to babysit an unrepentant playboy who doesn’t have any interest in learning what it takes to make world-class bourbon.
Ross only intends to stay for as long as it takes to convince his father he’s better suited to driving fast—but working in close proximity to Holly is more interesting than he expected.
Can daredevil Ross convince good girl Holly that he’s worth the risk? Or is their budding relationship doomed to crash and burn?
Don't miss these sexy, heartwarming, emotion-filled books by bestselling authors: Barbara Freethy, Julia London, Lynn Raye Harris, Cristin Harber, Roxanne St. Claire, Christie Ridgway and Samantha Chase.
DEVLIN, Book #1 – Barbara Freethy
JASON, Book #2 – Julia London
ROSS, Book #3 – Lynn Raye Harris
PHILLIP, Book #4 – Cristin Harber
BROCK, Book #5 – Roxanne St. Claire
TREY, Book #6 – Christie Ridgway
LOGAN, Book #7 – Samantha Chase
Read an Excerpt
“I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me.”
Holly turned to him, surprised. He was studying her with those smoky brown eyes. She could understand why women melted. Not that she was in danger of it, but she got why. Even if she did, he wasn’t likely to notice. She wasn’t a Barbie doll with a perfect body who turned heads. She was just herself.
“The only thing I haven’t told you is that we’ve met before. You don’t seem to remember it.”
It was his turn to look surprised. “That’s because I don’t. When was it?”
“When you toured the distillery three months ago. I was in the fermentation area, checking the mash. Uncle Evan took you through.”
She saw the moment recognition dawned. “The girl in the overalls.”
“That’s right.” She supposed it was something that he knew that much.
His gaze slipped over her face, down to her mouth, back up to her eyes. She hated the way her insides twisted.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But you don’t look the same as you did that day. Your hair was covered. I’m sure I’d have recognized you today by the color alone had it not been.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you meet so many women that they all run together in your head,” she told him with a smile.
His eyes widened. Then he laughed. It was a rich sound. A sound that crawled inside her and made her belly warm.
“Maybe they do,” he finally said. “But I have a feeling I’m not about to forget meeting you this time, Holly Brooks.”