Unfortunately Yours (A Vine Mess, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

Trust your gut, son. His navy commander father had always said that to him. In fact, that was pretty much all he’d ever said, by way of advice. Everything else constituted a direct order. Problem was, August tended to need a little more instruction. A diagram, if possible. He wasn’t a get-it-right-on-the-first-try type of man. Which was probably why he’d mistaken his “gut” for his dick. Meaning, he’d translated his father’s advice into . . . Trust your dick, son.

The crowd of Napa Valley wine snobs leaned forward in their folding chairs to hear the critique from one judge in particular. Natalie Vos. The daughter of a legendary winemaker.