The Red-Hot Stakes, page 1
Table of Contents
Books by Maren Jenner
Title Page
Legal Page
Book Description
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Trademark Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
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Totally Bound Publishing books by Maren Jenner
Sweet Nothings
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Sweet Nothings
THE RED-HOT STAKES
MAREN JENNER
The Red-Hot Stakes
ISBN # 978-1-80250-902-1
©Copyright Maren Jenner 2024
Cover Art by Erin Dameron-Hill ©Copyright May 2024
Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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Book three in the
Sweet Nothings series
Gina Rossi is always up for a good bet, until she is gambling with her heart.
Gina’s one dream is to buy her own bar and run it the way she wants. But until she finishes her business degree, she is stuck working at The High Five, listening to bad karaoke and serving bland chili.
When the annoyingly handsome Liam Davenport decides to become a regular patron, Gina couldn’t be more frustrated. Sure he tips well, but he pushes all her buttons. The only time she can stand him is when he sings karaoke, and she loses herself in his velvet voice.
The last thing Gina expects is to fall for the brash, arrogant man, but he slowly wins her over. Soon she can’t imagine being with anyone else. When a mysterious blackmailer threatens to tear apart their new life together, she has to gamble with the highest stakes of her life. Her heart.
Dedication
To my amazing parents, who have supported me through all my endeavors. Love you guys.
Acknowledgements
First of all, I’d like to thank Totally Bound for helping this story reach its full potential and allowing me to realize my dream of becoming a published author. I’d also like to thank Rebecca for her editing help.
I couldn’t have done this without my beta readers, specifically Lindsay and Heather. But the biggest thank-you goes to my CP Christine who is always around to toss ideas around or read another revision.
To all my friends and family who supported me on this journey, who believed in me, who never let me give up—thank you and I love you.
Lastly, a big thanks to you, my readers, because this wouldn’t be possible without you.
A full list of trigger warnings for this and all my books is available on my website at marenjennerbooks.com
Trademark Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Music of the Night: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart, Richard Stilgoe
Phantom of the Opera: Warner Bros. Pictures
Bud: Anheuser-Busch Companies, LLC
Bud Light: Anheuser-Busch Companies, LLC
Ring of Fire: Johnny Cash, June Cash, Merle Kilgore, Columbia Nashville
I’ve Got Friends in Low Places: Garth Brooks, Dewayne Blackwell, Earl Bud Lee, Capitol Nashville
Grey’s Anatomy: ABC
Porsche: Porsche SE
Red Hots: Ferrara Candy Company
Uber: Uber Technologies, Inc.
Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation
Oreo: Mondelēz International, Inc.
Taco Bell: Yum! Brands, Inc.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch: General Mills
Guinness: Diageo plc
Academy Award: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
Master and Commander: 20th Century Studios, Inc.
FaceTime: Apple Inc.
Les Misérables: Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer, Cameron Mackintosh
I Will Survive: Gloria Gaynor, Freddie Perren, Dino Fekaris
T-R-O-U-B-L-E: Jerry Lieber, Mike Stoller
Packers: Green Bay Packers, Inc.
Red Notice: Netflix
I Like It, I Love It: Tim McGraw, Mark Hall, Jeb Stuart Anderson, Steve Dukes
Sweetwater donuts: Sweetwater’s Donut Mill
The Princess Bride: William Goldman, 20th Century Studios, Inc.
Annie: Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
Sherlock: Arthur Conan Doyle
Little Miss Sunshine: Roger Hargreaves
Etsy: Etsy, Inc.
Zumba: Zumba Fitness, LLC
Snickers: Mars Inc.
The Three Musketeers: Alexandre Dumas
Thinking Out Loud: Ed Sheeran, Amy Wadge
Chapter One
I stared intently at my phone as Gerard Butler appeared, the opening bars of Music of the Night from The Phantom of the Opera beginning in my left ear. My eyes didn’t leave the screen as I used one hand to shovel the bland chili I called my dinner into my mouth. At least it’s free. The bar I worked for, The High Five, had it on special tonight, though there was nothing special about it.
“Yo, Gina!”
The familiar voice overpowered Gerard’s, and I sighed, hitting the pause button. Liam Davenport, the best friend of my best friend’s fiancé, was here. Again. He’d recently started showing up on a weekly basis, which wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t enjoy pushing my buttons so much.
“Gina Rossi!”
The use of my full name got my attention, and I turned to glare at him.
A satisfied grin spread over his face. “You on break? Where’s your area?”
He’s persistent. I’ll give him that. I set my jaw, glancing at the three guys I didn’t know who huddled near him, all their attention on me.
Liam’s grin widened when my gaze met his. “What time do you get off?”
Oh, that’s just too easy. My mind immediately jumped into the gutter, and I smirked, happy to repay the inconvenience of him interrupting my break. “For you?” I raked my eyes over him then sniffed haughtily. “Never.”
His group burst into laughter when Liam shot me a dirty look. One of his friends glanced sympathetically at him. “Want some ice for that burn, man?”
Burt, the bouncer, arched an eyebrow at me. “These guys bothering you, G?”
I waved him off. “Naw, Burt. They’re fine.” I met Liam’s exasperated green-eyed stare with a smirk. “I just have to make sure they know what they’re getting themselves into. Go ahead and put ’em in my section. I’ll be over in a few.”
Liam and I had formed a truce a few months after Avery and Derek had gotten engaged in February. We’d agreed to put our differences aside for the sake of their wedding. They were our best friends, after all. Since then, he hadn’t been quite so irritating. He was a decent tipper, and the caliber of our karaoke improved any time he took the stage. Plus, Avery liked him.
But that didn’t change the fact that he was still Liam. Get on my every nerve, push my buttons, annoy the living shit out of me, Liam.
His attention lingered on me as Burt checked IDs, stamped hands and directed them to a booth in my area. Liam winked at me before sitting down, as if he’d won by getti
I slid a piece of cinnamon gum into my mouth then hurried to clear my dishes. Gerard disappeared as I pushed the button to make my screen go blank.
Phantom would have to wait.
A sigh escaped me. I’d really been hoping to hear something decent before the karaoke got under way. Preoccupied by the thought of the caterwauling line-up in my future, I forgot about the uneven lip between the bar and the kitchen, snagging my toe. Luckily, I managed to catch myself before face planting.
The cook, Wyatt, chuckled. “All right there, G?”
I nodded, glaring when he laughed more. We’d all complained to Mr. Weston about the hazards of that stupid lip to no avail. What will it take to get it fixed?
Ducking into the corner nook of the kitchen, I used the mirror on the wall to check my teeth for any stray bits of food, then I finger combed my pixie cut hair, applied my tinted cherry lip gloss and retied my apron. I practiced my smile until it didn’t look fake before making my way to Liam’s table.
All heads swiveled my way when I arrived. “Hey, as I’m sure you heard, I’m Gina, and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get you?”
The guy to my left clearly hadn’t learned his lesson when I’d put Liam in his place. He scanned my length, in what I guessed was supposed to be a seductive way. “Sugar, I’ll have one of you.” He nodded to my coworker, a willowy blonde named Sarah. “With a side of her. And we can go anywhere you want.”
His friends chuckled, all except Liam.
I leaned both hands on the table, snapping my gum right in the guy’s ear. I wrinkled my nose at his oily hair and the odor wafting up to me. “Sure, honey. Let’s start with the shower. It’s about time you were introduced.”
“Ohhh!” The guy’s cheeks flushed as his friends slapped his shoulders.
Approval tipped Liam’s lips, and I quickly shoved aside the warmth blossoming in me before returning my attention to the group. “Now, to clarify, is there anything you’d like to eat or drink? I am not on the menu.”
Liam just chuckled as his friend slumped against the booth. “How about a pitcher of Bud, a large buffalo wings, large nachos and waters all around?”
“Ranch?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Of course.”
With one last snap of my gum, I said, “I’ll be back with the beer as soon as I get your order in.” I collected the menus, stopped at the kitchen to give Wyatt the food slip and started filling their pitcher. After I’d set the beer and glasses on the table, Liam nudged the guy who’d hit on me.
His friend cleared his throat. “Gina? I’d like to apologize for my earlier rudeness. Please accept my apology.”
I glanced at Liam, who winked before I turned back to his friend. “On one condition.”
Hope sprang into his gaze. He’d do anything, and I knew it.
“Karaoke begins in ten minutes. You start the singing, and all is forgiven.”
Liam’s glare had the guy swallowing, making his Adam’s apple bob. “Okay.”
“Great.” I beamed. “Follow me.”
Five minutes later, I was back behind my bar while the poor sap turned pages in our plastic-bound book of song choices. My eyes automatically sought Liam, and he raised his glass in my direction before taking a sip. I dipped my chin in acknowledgment.
“He’s been in here an awful lot lately.” Sarah set down her empty tray, nodding at the table of guys. “What’s his deal?”
The last thing I needed was her thinking something was going on between the two of us. I shrugged. “He’s just a guy I know. My best friend’s fiancé’s best friend.” I shifted under her disbelieving stare.
“Yeah, right. I never see him when you’re not here, especially lately.” She started filling a pitcher of Bud Light while I moved over to wash our never-ending stack of dirty glasses. She quipped, “Maybe he’s fall-ing for you.”
I groaned at the pun. We were one week into September, so fall hadn’t even technically begun. My classes at Southern Michigan University had started last week, though I’d only gone one day because of Labor Day. I was looking forward to starting my normal schedule—Monday and Tuesday classes, then lighter shifts Wednesday and Thursday to keep up on homework, with my longer hours over the weekend.
Several women sauntered over to slide into Liam’s booth. He slung a casual arm around one of them, and I let out a triumphant, “Hah! See?” I pointed with the dripping glass. “That’s why he’s here. He comes on karaoke night to pick up some chick and take her home.”
He never hung out with the same girl twice. Not since his last girlfriend, Carla, and the escape room fiasco.
Sarah snorted. “He hasn’t left with a girl yet.”
Wait, what? I frowned.
“You haven’t noticed? He flirts with one girl all night, gets her number, then leaves. Alone.” She lifted a shoulder. “I think there’s only one person he wants to impress, and she’s behind this bar. In ten minutes, he’ll be over here asking you what song he should sing, using the girl in his booth as an excuse.”
My eyebrows almost shot off my face at the implication.
A smirk tipped her lips. “Five bucks says I’m right.”
Unease sat within me like a brick. Everyone knew I only bet on sure things, and I rarely lost because I always listened to my gut. But that meant Sarah was right, which couldn’t be true.
Liam and I were like oil and water. Like black and white. Like heads and tails. We were never on the same side of things, always betting against each other. Plus, I had a boyfriend. The idea of anything happening between us was so ridiculous, I couldn’t not take the bet.
“You’re on.”
Seven minutes later, Liam sauntered over to slide on to a bar stool. “Hey, Gina. Help me figure out what song I should sing for that girl.”
Sarah strode by, nudging me with her elbow before she grabbed her food order. “You owe me.”
I glared after her, my mind racing as I turned back to Liam. “Um, you can’t pick one out?”
“You haven’t steered me wrong yet.” He rested his elbow on the bar, propping his chin in his hand while he waited for my response.
The word no was on the tip of my tongue, but when I opened my mouth, a sigh came out instead. “What’s she into?”
A brilliant smile lit his face. It totally changed him, and I blinked when he eagerly leaned forward. His cedar and pine scent hit me low, making my stomach flip. My lips tilted up on their own as the sight drew me toward him like a magnet.
“She likes the old country, deep twang.”
I nodded. His teeth are so straight. “Like Johnny Cash?”
“Perfect.” He held my gaze, locking me in as if he had me in some strange spell. “Which song?”
Have his lips always been that full? I quickly gave myself a mental shake, trying to remember what we’d been talking about. Oh, right, Johnny Cash. “Ring of Fire?” It was one of my favorites.
His voice dropped, low and husky. “Do you like that one?” When I nodded, he smacked the bar, startling me fully out of my trance. “Thanks, Gina.” He winked, jumped off his barstool and strode toward the karaoke station.
I watched him walk away, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Sarah whisked by, and I grabbed her arm, yanking her hand to my forehead. “Do I feel warm to you?”
“What? G, what’s your problem?” She snatched her arm back and went to wash her hands.
No fever…maybe I have food poisoning? Maybe the chili’s bad? The first strands of Ring of Fire started up, and Liam grabbed the microphone. He saluted me, then glanced back at the booth, at the girl we’d picked the song out for. I relaxed. I had just been helping him out.
Then he started singing.
I hated this part. His voice was like cashmere, and I wanted to wrap myself in it for the rest of the night. The first time it had happened several months ago, I hadn’t realized it was him singing. I’d always been a sucker for a guy with a voice. When I’d turned to see him on stage, I hadn’t known whether to cringe or stare longer.
Liam was actually kind of hot when he sang. He had a good four inches on my five-foot-seven frame, and he was muscular, fit. Somehow, the stage lights made him drool-worthy. I loved hearing his deep voice belting out, seeing his corded forearms tense as he gripped the mic and those tight jeans clinging to his hips…
