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Can’t Shoot Whiskey Blitz By Zoe Forward
Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Josh Hurst was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became the villain in my origin story.

I gave him my heart. He broke it without flinching. So, I did what any self-respecting, heart-shattered girl would do—I declared war.

Our revenge game? Legendary.

Until I left for college and swore I’d never look back.

But life doesn’t care about vows made in the dark.

When my father dies unexpectedly, I’m dragged back to the hometown I outgrew, handed guardianship of my grieving kid brother, and forced to take over my father’s struggling veterinary clinic.

And waiting for me—like karma with a smirk—is Josh.

Not as a memory.

Not as a ghost.

But as my new business partner.

Avoiding him? Impossible.

Forgetting what we were? Laughable.

He still looks at me like I’m his. Like we’re a story paused instead of over. Like one spark is all it would take.

And God help me, the spark is still there.

But we don’t do soft. We don’t do safe.

We do oil and fire. War and wreckage.

Whatever we once were—

Whatever we still could be—

We’re enemies.

And this time, nobody’s walking away unburned.

Excerpt:

“You look tired,” a low voice said behind me.
Whiskey? I craned around the cow’s backside to see a face I wished I could forget, one whose disgusting symmetry I’d left in the past. Josh Hurst’s brown eyes sparkled with something. Was it condescension or judgement or humor? I couldn’t read him. He didn’t deserve that ridiculous nickname I’d blurted out in a mush-brained moment of getting lost in those eyes long ago. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought he was sexy, but it had been the first time he really saw me too.
The wind ruffled his brown hair, a little longer than I remembered—at least on top—and untouched by time with no hint of thinning or greying. He was supposed to turn into a gargoyle after high school—double chin, bald head, maybe pushing three hundred pounds. Not this. Not muscles everywhere and those long legs in jeans that still made something tighten low in my stomach. Stubble shadowed his jaw but didn’t hide that he lacked even a hint of a double chin. Lordy, seeing him as a full-grown adult absolutely blew my mind.
A brief smile showed he’d fixed the imperfectly aligned front teeth while he rubbed the cow’s ears.
Damn his audacity to refuse to decay like he was supposed to.
“I got this. The hard part is done. I’ve got the calf in position.” I might have shrieked it out a little too loud. I took a break to stand up and prove I wasn’t intimidated by his six foot-plus frame.
“Here, I’ll get it.” He shouldered past me, his mud-caked boots coming dangerously close to crushing my feet. He gave a few solid tugs and out came the calf. My hard work to make sure it was properly placed made delivery a breeze. I watched, immobile until the moment…
The calf took a breath. It was alive. Thank, God.
I’m not a farm vet, but I’d done that. I had turned the baby and helped it deliver safely. I crouched next to the calf, removed gunk from its face, and palpated everywhere to make sure all legs and hips were intact. Everything checked out normal.
I stood up and stared at Josh, who wouldn’t look me in the eyes. He remained fixated on the calf.
I waited for him to say I’d done a great job to make his part easy.
Where was the credit I deserved for over an hour of pain?
He unhooked the calf from the puller, wiped the baby down again, and massaged the calf into movement.
I wanted to scream, “I can’t feel my arms and you can’t even say thank you?”
“So glad you could get the little lady set straight,” the elder Sawyer drawled behind us. “She sure was struggling. All in the ears, ain’t that right, Doc?”
“The ears?” I echoed. I glared at Josh, waiting for him to correct Mr. Sawyer’s misconception.
Josh still didn’t make eye contact with me. Nothing had changed. The war was still on. Josh would continue to do whatever he could to one-up me.

About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Zoe Forward is a parent, wife, veterinarian, and unapologetic chocolate lover. She writes spicy paranormal and contemporary romances that blend action, adventure, humor, and a touch of magic.

Zoe lives in the South with a lively menagerie of four-legged beasts and two slightly wild kids.

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