SCANDALOUS BOOK BLOG #CausingAScandal

    The minute any woman walks into my bar, I can tell two things about her: what she wants to drink, and how she likes to f*ck. I’m Cash: bartender at the hottest bar in Atlanta. I’ve got girls lining up around the block, and they all know the rules: no strings, no promises, and no morning-after snuggling. You want brunch? Call your sister. You want the best sex of your life? Call me. Or better yet, just drop by the bar anytime. Clothing optional. There’s a reason they call me a sexy bastard. And yes, I really am that good.          Cash is certainly not Mr. Right, but hell if I don’t want him to be Mr. Right Now. That’s it. Throwing caution to the wind, I lean into him and kiss him right on the lips. He tastes like champagne and mint. It’s a quick kiss. I draw away much sooner than I would like, but it’s just as good the second time around. It clouds my head, and for the first time in forever I don’t care about my job or prom...

    The minute any woman walks into my bar, I can tell two things about her: what she wants to drink, and how she likes to f*ck. I’m Cash: bartender at the hottest bar in Atlanta. I’ve got girls lining up around the block, and they all know the rules: no strings, no promises, and no morning-after snuggling. You want brunch? Call your sister. You want the best sex of your life? Call me. Or better yet, just drop by the bar anytime. Clothing optional. There’s a reason they call me a sexy bastard. And yes, I really am that good.          “So no dating for Cash Gardner?” Savannah reaches for the edamame beans and teases one free from the skin. “Interested in my dating life?” She shrugs with a bashful grin. “You know all about mine.” This is probably why I’ve put off dating as long as I have, because at some point a girl like Savannah is going to start asking questions. I try to keep things light. “You think I have no standards.” “St...