Just One Chance
(Oh Tequila, #1)
by C.A. Harms
Tequila, you failed me.
You left me in a terrible haze, and I can’t find my god damn wallet.
Or my left shoe.
How the hell does one lose their shoe?
I have no f*cking clue.
All I know is that my night started out with one thing in mind…to have a little fun.
The problem with that? I can’t remember a damn thing, except one.
Morgan’s soft and needy moans. It’s a sound I will never forget, and just thinking about it makes my heart race and my pulse quicken. And I want to hear it over and over again…I crave it.
But Morgan’s a mystery. The harder I try, the more she resists. There’s one thing she doesn’t know about me though…I’m not one to give up.
I’ll play her game. I’ll let her think she’s won. But in the end, I will have her.
Because all I need is Just One Chance to prove she’s meant for me…
I fully intend on making sure that no one gets in her way. But I do, however, think she needs to relax a bit. We both know that stick up her ass cannot be comfortable.
“Asshole,” I yelled a little louder, and about five guys turned to look in my direction. Yep, let’s party. A party full of men who responded to someone yelling asshole. Oh the possibilities.
The hashtag “dicksaswinging” would follow him around for years… You’d never guess that on a normal day the kid barely spoke. But give him a bottle of liquor and he lost his clothes and danced around a room…
Your girl eats like a man, so you better get used to it. The one piece of advice I can give you is never, and I do mean never, get between her and her mushroom and olive pizza… You could lose a finger, or a nut.
He’s with Ariana… He is always with her. I swear she installed an invisible shock collar on him or something. She snaps her fingers and he runs.
I smirked, snorted, and laughed aloud throughout this clever and wickedly funny tale. I reveled in this beguiling and sexy tale of a sweet college romance. The storyline was unfailingly entertaining and delightfully naughty yet also touching and full of feels. The characters were enticing, endearing, and full of feisty sass and irreverent humor. Oh to be young and stupid and attending frat parties with drunken hijinx, ill-advised and mischievous pranks, revenge plots for those pranks, and idiotic drinking games. I am ever so grateful that social media did not exist to capture my antics for posterity.
About the Author
I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true. I love the little things; they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are the greatest part of my days, and their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my best friend for seventeen years and looking forward to many more.
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