Be My Burly Bartender by Barbra Campbell

When the marketing manager of my bar effectively turned me into a piece of meat by having women pay to pose with me, I went along with it. Turning the profits into a charity fundraiser calendar was the way I consoled myself that I was more than eye candy.
Then Alena walked in the door and her curves were the only ones I wanted tucked against my body ever again. Could I convince her I wasn’t an arrogant jerk who wanted nothing more than to feed my ego?
And even if I could, would she be able to convince her boss that my reputation was nothing more than a marketing gimmick?
If Alena had to choose between me and the upstanding role-model pretense her boss expected, I feared she’d break my heart.
Without nearly enough time, I was determined to show Alena that if she trusted me with her heart, I’d prove myself worthy to be her Burly Valentine.