Coldhearted King (Empty Kingdom, #1)

by L.M. Dalgleish

I lift my whiskey, throw it back, then gasp and shudder in response. But the burn of the liquid is exactly what I need. I put the empty glass on the bar, ready to excuse myself from Tate’s presence, but he stops me before I have a chance by cupping my cheek and sweeping his thumb over my lower lip, then raising it to his mouth. I freeze when his tongue flicks out to taste the drop of whiskey that must have clung there. He hums in approval. “W-What—” “You’d better go,” he says. “He’s on his way over.”