Release Boost: Whiskey Rebellion

#ReleaseBoost #WhiskeyRebellion #TakingRisksSeries #ToniAleo


An emotional can’t-miss romance, Whiskey Rebellion from New York Times Bestselling Author Toni Aleo is AVAILABLE NOW!

“Hot and sexy, this love story is about taking chances not only with your heart but for your mind and soul. A must read.” – USA Today Bestselling Author Terri E. Lane

Amazon →
iBooks →
Nook →
Kobo →


I have to make the pain stop.

I want to feel alive, and I do when I’m drinking and partying the way I should have when I was a teen. Instead, back then, I was preparing to become the Whiskey Princess, a role assigned to me from birth.

A lady never drinks to the point of blacking out, nor does she go home with men she meets in bars. But I went home with him…Jackson.

He was more than just a one-night stand, but I learned that a wee bit late and he was gone. Or so I thought.

For when I return home, Jackson is there, and he finds out very quickly who I am.

Problem is, I’m not sure that I’ve ever known who I really am.


I can tell by looking into her blue depths that she’s absolute trouble, but I have to have her. It’s only for one night. Some fun, and I’ll be on my way. My time here is done, and I’m ready to move on to my next adventure.

What I don’t realize at the time is that she is my next adventure.

Lena excites me. She blows my mind. And her brogue? It has me in knots. I don’t even care about the rumors that surround her.

She’s hurting. I want to help her, but then my time is up.

Can I leave her?

I have to leave. I have no choice.

But I love her.




“I don’t understand why yer so upset. It’s no big deal!”

Ma’s eyes widened as much as they could. “Lena, you were in the pub after six! Are ya mad?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. I wasn’t doing anything but having a drink with a friend.”

“A friend? Ya kissed him! A lady doesn’t find herself in a pub after six and then kiss a man in front of a full room.”

I let my head fall back, a piece of bacon hanging from my lips. I don’t know what I expected. I knew damn well it would get back to her somehow.

“Declan never did such a thing,” she exclaims.

“Ah, he did, but since he has a cock between his legs, it didn’t matter,” I say, sitting up, ignoring Declan’s death glare. “He was making out with Amberlyn all the time in the pub. No one batted a wee eye though, ’cause he’s the Whiskey Prince. Boys will be boys!”

Amberlyn’s cheeks redden as she glares over at me. “Thanks, Lena.”

“Anytime,” I answer with a wink as I reach for my OJ. “It really isn’t a big deal.”

“But it is.” It’s my da this time, his eyes trained on me as his lips press into a line. “You know what is expected of you. It’s against the rules.”

“For goodness’ sake, it’s not the sixties. Fuck the rules, they’re mad as hell!”


“Ma, for real. I don’t care. I’ll do everything ya want. Teas, ceremonies, and whatever else ya come at me with. But if I want to kiss a guy in a pub after six, I’m going to.”

“It isn’t right!”

I happen to think it was very right. A small little grin pulls at my lips as I think of Jackson. The way his hand came to rest against my forearm, the feel of his jaw in my hand, the tickle of his beard under my lips. The best part was the stunned look on his handsome face. It was all so perfect.

“What is it about that damn pub?” Ma looks around at all of us. “It’s just a pub, yet both my children seem drawn to the place.”

Declan shrugs, looking over at Amberlyn, a grin on his lips as he covers her hand. “I fell in love there.”

Amberlyn’s face warms a bit more as she laces her fingers with his. “We both did.”

“I go ’cause Fiona is hot,” I announce, and I mean it as a joke to calm Ma down, but it only makes her louder.

“So now yer tell me yer eating carpet. I wouldn’t be surprised!”

Declan balks at that while Amberlyn’s jaw drops. Looking to me, Declan asks, “Did she just ask if yer into girls?”

“I think she did,” I say, shaking my head. “But don’t worry, Ma, I haven’t played for that team yet.”

“Yet!” she roars, and I don’t miss the way Declan is holding back his laughter. Even he sees this is just pathetic. I mean, I get it. It’s the way I was raised, but things change. People change. I’ve changed. Completely. And it irritates me that she doesn’t realize that.

“Love, wasn’t she kissing a man in the pub?”

Ma throws her hands up at Da. “Yeah, which is another thing! Are ya mad? A bartender—”

“I won’t speak of him,” I say simply, my gaze cutting to hers. “Leave him out of this.”

I refuse to allow her to talk bad about Jackson. She’d call him everything but what he truly is, which is amazing. She doesn’t know how caring and sweet he is. How, when he looks at me, I get all gooey inside. She can’t take that from me. I won’t allow it.



★★★ TWO BOOKS / 99c EACH! ★★★
Whiskey Prince &Becoming The Whiskey Princess by Author Toni Aleo are only 99c!

“Once you start reading you can’t stop!” – Kindle Customer, ★★★★★


Whiskey Prince
Amazon →
iBooks →
Nook →
Kobo →

Becoming the Whiskey Princess
Amazon →
iBooks →
Nook →
Kobo →

Take a risk.
Do something drastic.
Fall in love.

About the Author:

My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?

Connect with Toni!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s