

It’s crazy how fast
the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there,
on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was
no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just
him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a
glittering bottle.
It was just
me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him,
realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any
less.
But we can’t start
here.
No, to tell this
story right, we need to go back.
Back to the
beginning.
Back to the very
first drop.
This is my love
letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.




The first time I
tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.
Literally.
I was drunk from the
very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.
Jenna and I were
running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes
from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South
Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves”
season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February
where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.
As it was, we were
battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep
up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity
squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I
hated running — absolutelyloathed it. I would much rather have been on my
surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best
friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with
her, I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the
end of the day.
I saw him first.
I was just a few
steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they
hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from
that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first
— brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got,
the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles
of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his
lips together in concentration as he neared us.
I looked over my
shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret
best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes.
And when I turned back around, it was too late.
I smacked into him —
hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed
and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I
gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number,
but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at
him.
It was an unfamiliar,
warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun
streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of
whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that
wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and
just that one touch had set my skin on fire.
Handsome wasn’t the right
word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features.
His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his
forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture
of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until
much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those
were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you
in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges
so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the
smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest
before snapping back up to his sideways grin.
“Oh my God, are you fucking
blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the
way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely
caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How
about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re
going, huh champ?”
Oh no.
I didn’t even have
time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it,
before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best
friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.
Jenna was standing
tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him
to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got
along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct
advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She
flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.
And then he did, too.
His smile grew wider
as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall
over guy after
countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they
should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for
days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the
insecure best friend - I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented -
just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.
But we’ll get to
that.
“Hi,” Whiskey finally
said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting
— if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just
oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”
“Well, Jamie,
maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over
another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then
and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all.
She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was
face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full
name?
Jamie was still
grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a
moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching
where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that
last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail,
and he wasn’t the guilty party.
“It’s fine,” I
murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding
my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time,
and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way —
completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.
But before I could
latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow
smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was
the first time I felt sick watching it happen.
I saw him first, but
it didn’t matter.
Because he saw her.

Title: A Love Letter to Whiskey
Author: Kandi Steiner
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series or Standalone: Standalone
Rating: ★★★★★
Reviewer: Diane
Let me start by
mentioning that this is a 5 wonderful star story. My feelings were all over the
place way after I was done reading it.
ARC of A Love Letter
to Whiskey written by Kandi Steiner willingly reviewed in exchanged of an
honest spoiler free review.
Here are my 10
reasons why this story is a 5 star and a must read:
1. Of all the books
I've ever read and that's a lot, this story is the most beautiful written of
the worst case of tortured love, bad timing at every turn, friends to lover,
lover to friends and back again, I've ever encountered. Situations beyond their
control made it for the bad timings. Some they could have been controlled but
that's why we are human. Human make mistakes.
2. I went through so
many emotions, that it even gave me insomnia.
3. I was in total
turmoil all throughout, my heart ached, my jaw was clenched. My emotions were
all bottled up inside. Bottom line is, this story hurts.
4. It's so addicting,
like whiskey, that I read this story way past my bedtime and it consumed my
mind, body, heart and soul.
5. They are beautiful
words, that installed raw emotions.
6. Perfectly crafted,
flawed characters that were in a complicated relationship that went on to make
mistakes after mistakes.
7. Although I tend to
stay away from storylines like this one, but it was so flawlessly written that
I just kept going.
8. There is a lot of
angst and some mild drama.
9. Even when there
was a lot going on, it was paced just right and I didn't feel suffocated by all
the events happening.
10. Lastly, it does
come with an HEA, thank heavens, because I don't think I would have survived
anything else. I came out smiling, after almost having a coronary. That single
line page made all the difference.
This is a standalone
told in B.'s POV only because it's her story to tell. I did get a good feel
from Jamie and some of the secondary characters. I strongly recommend this
story.



Kandi Steiner is
a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the
University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her
husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also
works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.
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