Happy Book Birthday to S.L. Scott; Ridge and is the 4th book in the Crow Brothers journey in stardom and love. If you have not been keep up with the brothers so far; you can now read them one after another. Get your box of Kleenex ready. Karen
To the world and even to Dave he may only see himself and his alter ego Ridge just as an honorary Crow and Hannah’s best friend; but the brothers see it differently, he is family! Ridge begins where Rivers left off, the promise of love and new beginnings. Rivers and Stella are getting married, Meadow is coming home from her internship in London and Dave aka Ridge is waiting patiently waiting for his love Medow Soleil fellowes. Both Dave and Medow have demons holding them back from happiness and as a reader your heart breaks for both of them but as the same time yelling at Medow for her to open her eyes and follow her heart, and for Dave to stop being so noble by agreeing to be only friends. You will just have to read and find out if theses two take the advise of others and make a life together.
I have been paring Recipes and their stories together making platelist, for these rock stars and there spouses I decided to highlight their favorite cocktails when they get together as a family to unwind and share food.
“Drinks for All:
The successful women who support the Crow Brothers, and Resistance are not only best friends but like the guys they are family; so when the guys are out on tour they will get together for cocktails or wine night; so I thought I would share some of their favorite drinks.
MAI TAI “Memories from Hawwaii”
HOW TO MAKE:
1. ADD CAPTAIN MORGAN ORIGINAL SPICED RUM, CAPTAIN MORGAN® COCONUT RUM, GRAND MARNIER, LIME JUICE AND ALMOND SYRUP INTO A SHAKER.
2. SHAKE WITH ICE AND STRAIN INTO A TALL GLASS. “Note they mixed pitchers of Mai Tai for all to enjoy…
She comes back to me, her eyes open, her soul exposed in such a vulnerable way,setting my heart on fire. “Hey.” She smiles, and I hold her still again, wanting this to lastforever while equally wanting to rush the release.A few sips of the wine we’ve been drinking straight from the bottle make her eyessparkle. Caught between want and need, her smile is even until the corners, which curveup. It’s a smile that both hurts and heals my heart when it appears. “Don’t leave.”Leaning down, she kisses my forehead, my nose, my mouth. With her lips againstmine, she whispers, “I have to go.”I’ve been careful about making plans with her for so long that the words feelforeign to me even now when this feels more intimate than any other time before. Everytime with her is like this—better than the last. “I want you to stay.”I fell for the free-spirited beauty long before we left Austin. But like all who aremeant to soar, she can’t be caged by antiquated notions of romance. Meadow Felloweshas been clear about what we are or ever could be—nothing serious. But sometimes,when she looks at me, I see more hidden in the emerald pools of her eyes. I understandthe yearning. She says, “My flight is tomorrow night.”We’ve been so good at keeping it casual, but nothing serious means we’re fuckingbecause we want to have sex. This isn’t fucking, just like we’re not casual, not to me.“Can you change it? Give us another week. Another day. Give us a chance.”Leaning down, she kisses me and then sits back up. With her palms on my chest,she holds her smile. “I am. By leaving.” Her eyes close, and she starts moving on top ofme again.So I grip her a little tighter, holding her while I can. I meet every one of herpushes with a thrust of my own. As she comes back to me, the lids are half-mast, but hergaze is fixed on me. She whispers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”“I’m thinking how good this feels. Just us. Alone. In the desert, making love,having sex, fucking. All of it. All of you. You feel so good to me. Maybe we should bemore to each other.”“You’re more than you know,” she purrs softly and then leans back as if ourconnection is too much before she starts a slow gyrate. God, she feels amazing. A handrubs over my chest, and this time, my eyes meet hers, coming back from the hazy edge ofrelease. “We’re not those people.”“What people are those?”“The kind of people who make plans.”Our bodies glide together as I say, “We’ve made plans before.”“Spur-of-the-moment plans. Those don’t count.”“They count.” They fucking count. I want to argue, but my mind clouds as ourbodies move of their own volition. My eyes dip closed, and I swim in the moment,buried deep inside her.We fall, tipping over that line that keeps us safe and the one that will end us—heart, body, and soul. It’s where I prefer to be with her. If only we could stay in thisplace longer than it takes for our breathing to recover.My heart calms, and my breathing steadies. Meadow slides down with me stillinside her and rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingers toy with the hairs on my chestbefore a kiss is placed on my neck. “Six months,” she says. “I’ll be back in six months.”
I tighten my arms around her. I don’t care that my body’s too big for this backseat or that we’re covered in sweat. All that matters is that I have her in my arms for ashort time, and I intend to savor every second until she boards that plane
About S.L. SCOTTLiving in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, andcooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Herfavorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filledwith the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes tothink she’s a pro.~ Text “slscott” to 77948 ~AUTHOR LINKSWebsite:http://www.slscottauthor.com/Amazon:http://bit.ly/SLScottAmNewsletter:http://bit.ly/2TheScoopInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/s.l.scott/Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/slscottpageTwitter:https://twitter.com/slscottauthorGoodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/SlscottauthorBookbub:http://bit.ly/SLBookbubPinterest:http://pinterest.com/slscott1S.L. Scott’s Facebook Reader Group:http://www.facebook.com/groups/slscottbooksS.L. Scott Goodreads Reader Group:http://bit.ly/SLScottGRGroup