You guys, 100 Proof is live on Amazon. I read and LOVED this book. It's angsty, a little gritty, and downright unputdownable. Once I started reading, I was hooked. Full review coming next week but today, I have an excerpt and a giveaway! Also, ONLY 0.99 right now! GET A COPY. Trust me, it's sooooo freaking good.

Title: 100 Proof
Series: Standalone Novel
Author: Shanora Williams
Release Date: May 16, 2017

From New York Times bestselling author Shanora Williams comes an all-new sexy, forbidden romance about a recovering alcoholic fighting for his one and only love: his brother's fiancée.
I was the low life.
The screw up.
The hopeless one with no future.
He was the rich guy. The smart one. The one who had it all.
My parents admired everything he did, while I was known for being their greatest disappointment. I didn't follow the path they paved for me.
I drank,partied, and did whatever the hell I wanted. The buzz was something I couldn't live without - the fire that filled my veins after each sip always kept me running back for more.
But then I met her, and suddenly the drinks didn't matter. The parties weren't as fun. That fiery buzz came second for once.
I drowned only in her, wanting her more than I wanted to exist.
But even with her, I screwed things up.
Now, he's with the woman I love. And he may have her, but what he should know is that even with all of his money, that nice house, and his expensive cars, her mind, body, and soul will always belong to me.
And I'm not sorry about it, brother, 'cause she was mine first.
**100 PROOF is a standalone romance and is not connected to any other story.**
Why are you being so nice to me after how I treated you at the diner?”

He lowered his gaze, those thick lashes touching his cheekbones. “Because I know how the shitty mornings can be.” He picked his head up and our eyes locked. My breathing became thicker, like an anchor had landed on my chest, making it harder to breathe.

“Okay, rich guy. You win.” I smiled. “Let’s drink and forget.”

He smiled too, and when I tipped my glass back, he did as well. He poured us two more shots, but by the second one I was already feeling the buzz, the warmth swimming in my veins and easing my troubled mind. He was right. It was strong stuff, and it did take some of the stress away.

Vin did his best to try and make me feel better. He turned on some music, cranked the volume, and then grabbed my hand, forcing me to dance with him. I could tell he was drunk. A sober Vincent wouldn’t have started dancing to the music. He’d had way more whiskey than me, but I didn’t mind it.

He was fun this way, laughing as he twirled me around like we were in some romance movie. But then a heavier, sexier song by Dej Loaf came on, slowing down the momentum, and he reeled me in, close to his firm body. He looked down at me, sliding his hands down to my hips, holding me there.

“Would you call me crazy if I told you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the party?” he murmured, lips close to mine.

“Why would that be crazy?” My question was winded and soft.

His hands traveled down, and he held my ass in his hands, his lips feathery light on mine. I was drunk for sure, but with him so close I felt like I was swirling, intoxicated with all the wrong things.

He didn’t respond to my question. I was glad. I was purposely deflecting. I didn’t want to start talking about how I’d kind of avoided him. I didn’t show up at Zay’s parties anymore, and it was for a reason: I didn’t want to run into Vin. Noelle told me he was always there and always looking for me.

I didn’t want anything serious.

A part of me regretted not showing up, though. With him so close now, breathing me in, I realized I should have just gone with it.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispered against my lips. His breath was warm, the 100 proof whiskey soft on his breath.

I didn’t speak. Didn’t refuse. All I gave was a simple bob of my head, and he crushed my lips in an instant, picking me up in his large arms.

I couldn’t fight the moan coursing through me as I tore at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to feel his warm body on mine.

He brought me down to the floor, on top of a gray area rug. He unbuttoned my jeans and then peeled them off. As he did, I pulled my shirt off, panting wild and heavy.

The jeans were gone and he slid right between my legs again, grinding the rock in his pants between my thighs, his lips claiming mine all over again. His tongue slid through my lips, and he tasted me, like he did the very first night we met.

He groaned, liked he loved the sweetness on my tongue—like he loved the many flavors I could provide. He pulled his mouth away, kissing down to my neck. He sucked on the bend of it, and heat struck my core.

“You’re supposed to be kissing me,” I told him, slightly teasing.

“I am,” he murmured on my skin, going down to the curve of my breasts. “Everywhere.”

Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.

She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive man, and is a sister to eleven.

When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.


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