Beth Bennett has two divorces, two kids, a bar full of regulars, and absolutely no need for another complicated man in her life.

Grant Mercer has three mostly grown children, twenty-three years in law enforcement, and a carefully controlled existence that suits him just fine.

Then he orders bourbon at the Crooked Rooster.

What starts with a good pour, a terrible gin, and enough sarcasm to qualify as a contact sport turns into something neither of them expected. Grant keeps coming back. Beth keeps saving him something weird to drink. And somewhere between late nights at the bar, family complications, old wounds, and an attraction that’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore, their uncomplicated flirtation starts looking suspiciously like something real.

But Beth and Grant aren’t twenty-somethings with blank slates and nothing to lose. She’s thirty-four. He’s forty-eight. Between them are five kids, two ex-husbands, one ex-wife, complicated family histories, and lives already built around the people they love.

Falling for each other might be the easy part. Figuring out whether there’s room in those lives for one more person could be considerably harder.

Last Call at the Crooked Rooster is a funny, sexy, emotionally grounded small-town romance about finding love after divorce, navigating complicated families, and discovering that sometimes the person who disrupts your carefully ordered life is exactly the person you want to keep.

Perfect for readers who enjoy mature protagonists, a fourteen-year age gap, dual POV, single parents, small-town romance, sharp banter, complicated exes, family dynamics, bourbon, and love stories about adults with actual history.