Sunshine & Whiskey by R.L. Griffin
Sometimes the best things in life come from the unexpected. So if you lower your expectations, then you’ll never be disappointed. Sound cheesy? It is, but
it’s also true. Clichés come from a grain of truth…like a man with a Porsche is compensating for something, or once a cheater always a cheater—you get the
idea. Sorry, I digress. I’m supposed to be telling you what this book is about.
I’m Megan Walker, a lawyer at one of the hottest boutique law firms in Atlanta. I’m on the fast track to making partner and have my entire life planned
out…or I did.
We all know how that goes, right? Best laid plans and all that.
Life just threw me a couple curveballs, so I’ve set out to take things into my own hands. By throwing caution to the wind and getting out of my A-type
personality bubble, I’m learning more about myself than I have in my twenty-seven years.
Sound like a chick flick, doesn’t it?
Chad’s face is a mask of contradictions and his penis is still hard and he’s wearing a condom and he’s walking toward me. “Megan, listen, baby, we can work
“Oh yeah, we can?”
“Yes,” he says, standing there with his pants at his ankles.
I know I’m repeating myself, but who walks toward his girlfriend with a condom on and pants at the ankles.
“How about this? You both have three minutes to get the fuck out of my house. I’m going to change because I have one of the most important depositions of
my life, and I can’t go with guacamole on my shirt.”
Where is this calm coming from? No idea.
“Baby, come on. Don’t overreact.”
What a dick, right? Yep, he really says this, to me, while he is standing there with a condom on his dick, his pants around his ankles. The secretary now
throws my vibrator on my perfect seven hundred thread count sheets and pulls her dress down from where it was bunched at her waist.
“Oh, you think this is over reacting?” I take a step toward him for the first time since I’ve been here.
Chad takes another step toward me.
I smile. “I think overreacting would be to grab that knife that I cut my cantaloupe with this morning, you know the one that’s still on the kitchen
counter, and cut your dick and balls off. Then have them mounted. I think that would be overreacting. I, however, am simply asking you to get your shit,
your condom, your whore and never come back.” Ice enters my veins and voice and he knows I’m not fucking around.
“Megan,” his condescending tone blows the roof off my calm.
“Chad…” I use the same tone. “If you aren’t gone in,” I look down at my watch, the one he gave me for my birthday, “two minutes now, I’m going to punch
myself in the face and then stab you.”
He stares at me.
“Heat of passion and all that. I walked in on my live in boyfriend pounding a bitch in my bedroom, using my dirty vibrator…I don’t think a jury anywhere
would convict me. You?” I smirk and cock my head to the side in a question. At that, I turn and walk into my huge walk-in closet and change my shirt. My
closet was the main reason why I bought this house. I have no idea if the shirt I’m pulling off the hanger matches my suit. I’m trying to focus, trying to
compartmentalize what just happened.
I look at my phone, I’m running into my cushion.
“Don’t you hate it when your friends know you so well it makes being in denial hard?”
“It’s hard to hear the truth, like once it’s put out there it’s more true than if it’s just in your head.”
“There is rampant flatulence during the stretching. This causes me to giggle. It’s hard not to laugh when grown ass women are farting like fraternity boys.”
“I am habitually early, which is really annoying if anyone is five minutes late because I’ve already been there for fifteen minutes.”
“First of all, the people who make adult onesies should be shot. Second, the people who wear onesies should be forced to hang out with each other and not make normal people see that shit. Third, my mom is insane. No one told me she bought new boobs.”
“The expression on his face is filled with wonder and love and lust and I can’t decide which one I like better.”
I have a new favorite author – I know I say this often – I am a ho like that, but does it make me a ho if I always mean it? Soon after beginning this book – I logged into Goodreads and quickly added every one of her books to my TBR. I want to read every book, story, and memo this talented woman has ever put to paper. Sunshine and Whiskey is an uproariously funny and snarky little tale that was exactly what I was needing. It took me forever to finish as I frequently had to stop to catch my breath and wipe the tears of mirth from my eyes. I laughed so hard and it woke my husband, who then demanded to read it too. I smiled, chuckled, chortled, snorted, giggled, and laughed aloud during the majority of this delightfully humorous and wickedly entertaining tale. The clever banter was fresh and so crisp it crackled. I loved these smart and witty characters and how they used insults and threats as endearments. It was hard to narrow down my favorite quotes as the frequent use f-bombs would never get past the censors. So if you aren’t comfortable with liberal use of that type of language, well – you just need to get over yourself so you can enjoy this too. I will never think of fish tacos, ham sandwiches, leggings, yoga, red boots, or hot dog buns in the same way – ever.
R.L. resides in the Atlanta area with some cool dudes: her husband, son and one crazy dog. She was born and raised in the South. She attended Georgia
Southern University and moved to Washington, D.C. to intern in the United States Senate during the impeachment trial. Falling in love with the city, she
went to law school at American University, Washington College of Law. By A Thread is R.L.’s second book, but is the first in a series of books.
Series order: By A Thread, Tension, Seamless, Mending (short story describing the events between the end of Seamless and the Epilogue) and Heart in Wire
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