Cucumber Martinis by Wynter Ryan

Madison

Growing up in small-town Iowa, I was the good girl, always doing the right thing, never straying into temptation. Living on the family farm and engaged to my high school sweetheart—the perfect life for the perfect farmer’s daughter.
Until my wedding day when my fiancé left me at the altar with only a note saying I was too safe, too dull. That he wanted more out of life than our boring existence, his act of defiance was the push I desperately needed to take a walk on the Wildside.
One year later and I’m living in New Orleans. Working at the hottest bar on Bourbon Street, “Sweet Cocktails.” Serving my signature cocktail, “The Cucumber Martini.” It’s a tribute to all the single ladies looking for a “real cucumber” for the night.
As wild as I swore I would be when I left my hometown, the only wild thing I have done is get a tattoo. So, when those two tall drinks of water came strolling into the bar, I found myself ordering a cucumber martini but make mine a double.
Little did I know they were the owners of the latest Sweet Cocktails franchise in Minneapolis. In town to train at our location for the next three weeks. And you will never guess who has been assigned to be their trainer.
Not one to mix business with pleasure because deep down inside, I’m still that good Midwestern girl I was raised to be, but how am I supposed to ignore the way my body reacts to working side by side by side with my one-night stands?

Book 11 in the Sweet Cocktails Series