Published by Self-Published on 10/13/16
It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
Let’s see if I can get everything down without any whiskey metaphors. 😏
My friend, Cézanne, from BCS Reviews told me to read this book after she’d read an ARC. I trust Cézanne, and I hadn’t read an angst-filled romance in a while, so I thought, “Why the hell not?” She warned me that this was a little, “drama-llama,” as we like to say, so I braced myself and began reading last night. Yep, last night. As in, I began reading this less than 24 hours ago, I finished it this morning, and I’m trying to put thoughts together enough to write a review.
Cézanne wasn’t lying when she warned that this had drama up the yin-yang, but even with the incessant hair pulling, I enjoyed the hell out of this read. A Love Letter to Whiskey is the kind of infuriating love story that has the protagonists missing each other, making crazy decisions, and, in general being their own worst enemies. It’s the kind of love story that we love to hate, and one I, personally hate more than I love. This one, though, I more than put up with, actually I devoured it. Why? Because, I loved the characters, the writing (with some exceptions), and the engaging (really, enraging) storyline.
A Love Letter to Whiskey follows B and Jamie over a number of years and brutal situations as they experience the kind of intoxicating love that I think we all dream about. I loved that this relationship spanned across a lengthier timeline than we usually see in romances, because it made the heartache more torturous. B and Jamie crash into each other as teenagers and keep on wrecking and loving each other for about a decade after they first meet. Their timing is never right, even though their chemistry is always perfect. This book burned slowly at first as B and Jamie built a strong friendship, and then it scorched after each explosive encounter once they’d realized who they were to each other: the one.
I told Cézanne that I thought this book reminded me of the Love Me With Lies series by Tarryn Fisher. The writing styles are different, but the general feel is similar in the sense that the heroines are foolish and flawed af, and the authors put me THROUGH THE FUCKING WRINGER before I felt any kind of satisfaction. And the relief that I was given…I’m starting a petition right now, because I need more. I endured so much thirst and I feel like Kandi Steiner gave me a tablespoon of water. Although, I’m not sure a geyser of cool water would’ve satisfied. Fortunately, this is a standalone (as I always prefer), so the resolution is relatively immediate, but the fact that so much is packed into one package left me feeling slightly shellshocked when Whiskey was over. In a good way. That thousand-yard stare was a product of a trauma I’d gladly experience again.
With Whiskey, Kandi Steiner shows that she has some chops. She’s a good writer (though I think she–and everyone else–needs to let the drinking metaphors die) who can clearly produce an irresistible read, and that’s impressive. I enjoyed her style, which I thought was clever, emotional, and flowed very well. Yes, there were some plot points that I could’ve done without, drama I could’ve skipped if only to get some of my hair back, but I had a blast while reading this book, and I can’t ask for anything more. Well, maybe a sequel novella, but I don’t want to be too demanding.
A Love Letter to Whiskey isn’t going to be my last Kandi Steiner read. In fact, it probably won’t even be my last Kandi Steiner read this week. I’ve already downloaded Weightless, which I’m told is another emotional read. I love this feeling of finding a new author! I recommend A Love Letter to Whiskey to those romance readers who like their love stories hot and tumultuous. (I forgot to mention how sexy this book is!) Strap yourself in for a hell of a ride, and say good-bye to life and responsibilities–expect to be lost to the world for a bit. You might even want to get some snacks and liquor, maybe some… Nope, not going to say it! 😉