Welcome back! It’s Wednesday again, time for another Books Hooks blog hop from the MRFW authors.
Today I’m
featuring my MFM music-themed contemporary ménage,
Wild About That Thing. Ruby Jones is one of my favorite
characters, a no-nonsense lady who knows exactly what she wants, and
isn’t shy about going to get it.
Let me know what
you think. And be sure to visit all the other authors hosting Book
Hooks posts today!
Blurb
There’s
more than one way to beat the blues.
Two
things are important to Ruby Jones: her teenage son and her
struggling club, the Crossroads Blues Bar. Her love life comes as a
distant third, despite the efforts of Zeke Chambers to convince her
otherwise. Zeke's the lead singer in her house band, a devoted
friend, and an occasional lover. He can drive her wild with desire,
but can't get her to make a commitment. Deserted by her cheating
ex-husband, Ruby's determined she's going to make it on her own.
She's hot-blooded like her bluesman daddy, happy to satisfy her
physical cravings, but she's not about to let any man into her heart.
The
stranger who takes the stage on the Crossroads open mike night upsets
the delicate balance in Ruby's world. Remy Saint-Michel inspires
irrational, irresistible lust as well as inexplicable sympathy.
Overwhelmed, confused, guilty and worried about her prized
independence, Ruby decides that the only way to deal with her two
lovers is to push them both away. Zeke and Remy, though, have other
ideas.
The
Hook
“To
kick things off tonight, I want to invite a very special lady to join
us here on stage. She’s been through some hard times, friends, and
she knows the blues. It’s in her blood, passed on from her daddy,
Jimmy ‘The Harp’ Jones. When she sings, she spills her soul.
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Ruby Jones, the
lovely owner of the Crossroads Blues Bar!”
Applause
filled the club. Zeke’s invitation hadn’t been a surprise. They’d
discussed having her warm up the crowd, and of course, she’d been
performing since she was a kid. Nevertheless, his effusive
introduction made her feel self-conscious. Ruby wished she’d worn
something a bit more glamorous than her usual jeans and tailored
shirt.
She
picked her way between the tables, headed for the stage. Zeke held
out a big hand. When she grasped it, he swung her onto the platform,
and quite neatly, into his arms. The crowd roared.
Zeke
brushed his lips across hers. His distinctive scent engulfed
her—clean sweat, Jim Beam and Ivory Soap. It was like turning on a
movie—she instantly remembered the last time he’d been inside
her. His blond stubble grazed her cheek. She saw him in her mind’s
eye—body suspended above hers on powerful arms as he buried his
cock in her pussy, fucking her with a smooth, steady rhythm while he
scanned her face, focussed on her pleasure. She felt again the way he
stretched and filled her. The seam of her jeans teased her suddenly
swollen clit. She wondered if Zeke could smell her growing dampness.
Hell, what about the rest of the band?
“Stop
it,” she whispered, pushing against his rock-hard chest.
Zeke
released her with obvious reluctance. “I love her,” he told the
audience, eliciting a chorus of hoots and whistles. Aching, hungry
and guilt-ridden, Ruby knew he meant every word.
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2 comments:
Really enjoyed the post. Sounds like an interesting book and one I would enjoy reading.
A glass of cold water and a fan, please! Great snippet.
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