Wednesday, September 2, 2026

She’d beaten the blues before – #Triad #EroticRomance #MFRWHooks

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Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop. If you’re looking for your next romance read, check out the links to all participating authors’ posts, at the end of this one.

My hook today comes from Wild About That Thing, a three-way erotic romance that is available both as a stand-alone title and as part of my boxed set collection Triad, which is free on Kindle Unlimited.

Blurb

There's more than one way to beat the blues

Ruby Jones has clear priorities. Her teenage son comes first, then her struggling blues club. Her love life ranks 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 open mike night upsets the delicate balance in Ruby's world. From the moment Ruby sets eyes on him, Remy Saint-Michel inspires irresistible lust and inexplicable sympathy. Confused, guilty and worried about her prized independence, Ruby decides that the only way to deal with the two men is to push them both away. Zeke and Remy, however, have other ideas. 

 

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The Hook (Rated R)

Fresh applause greeted Zeke’s invitation. He stood up there on the platform—his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans jacket, his axe hanging around his neck—and grinned like the country boy he used to be. At six-foot-one, with the solid build of a halfback, Zeke was an imposing figure. He’d broken up more than one drunken brawl for her over the past two years and he had a temper that could be scary. To Ruby and Isaiah, though, he’d been nothing but kind. Whatever success the Crossroads could claim was largely due to him.

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 while he scanned her face, focused on her pleasure. 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.

She smoothed the wrinkles from her blouse, noting in passing the tautness of her nipples, and took a deep breath. “Good evening,” she said into the microphone. As always, the amplified sound of her low alto startled her with its depth and richness. “I’m so glad to see you all. I hope you have a great time—that’s why I’m here, to make that happen if I can. Like Zeke says, the blues is in my blood. I can’t get away from it. I just gotta give in and let it out.”

She turned to nod at Zeke and the other musicians. They picked up the intro to Bessie Smith’s famous lament.

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,

Spending my money, I didn’t care.

I carried my friends out for a good time,

Buyin’ them bootleg liquor, champagne and wine…”

The audience was as silent as a few dozen folks crammed into a low-ceilinged bar could be. Ruby dug deep and let the pain flow out into her song.

Nobody knows you when you down and out

In my pocket not one penny

And my friends I haven’t any…”

Zeke and Jojo gave her solid backing, keeping it simple and strong to avoid drawing attention away from her vocals. She didn’t need to think—she’d learned this song at ten years old. She could sing it in her sleep.

She wanted to soar, to turn the sorrow in the piece into some kind of revelation, but worry weighed her down. She couldn’t get her mind off the letter. It was from some fancy uptown law firm, scorn hiding behind politeness. We regret to inform you

She paused to give Zeke and Jojo their solos, blinking hard in a fight against looming tears. The new owner of the building at 127 Fourteenth Street has expressed an intention to not renew the lease. Two years of her sweat and sacrifice, not to mention every penny she owned, down the drain. Please vacate the premises on or before … The owner will be taking possession… Why did she have nothing but bad luck? Didn’t she deserve some happiness for a change? What was she going to do?

Zeke’s chord change signaled the end of their solos. She nearly missed the cue.

Mmmmm…when you’re down and out…”

Ruby could feel Zeke gazing at her. If she lifted her head, she knew she’d see surprise and concern on his face. And he’d see the wet gleam in her eyes.

Down and out. Her voice wobbled, vibrating with emotion, as they brought the number to a close. The audience screamed its approval. Ruby bowed and tried to smile. She’d beaten the blues before. She wondered if she had the strength to do it again.

 

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You can find buy links for Wild About That Thing at https://www.lisabetsarai.com/wildaboutbook.html

Triad is Amazon-exclusive and free on KU: https://www.amazon.com/Triad-Three-way-Romance-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B0DCT7NC8C

Be sure to visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks!


Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Review Tuesday: The Reluctant Roommate by Cheyenne Blue - #LesbianRomance #Tropes #ReviewTuesday

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The Reluctant Roommate by Cheyenne Blue

Ylva Publishing, 2026

When it comes to romance, familiarity trumps novelty. Readers have their favorite tropes and apparently use these to select the books they will buy and read. They are actively looking for well-known themes and plot devices. Indeed, blurbs and marketing graphics these days explicitly highlight the tropes upon which the referenced book relies.

This is a serious challenge for an author. It takes exceptional creativity and consummate skill to craft a story that incorporates the tropes readers seek while still offering at least a few surprises. Tropes tend to turn characters into clichés, but a successful romance requires protagonists that live and breath and make the readers care. We all know that a romance will end happily, but if the writer can’t keep you guessing about the shape of that ending, even the most trope-obsessed reader is going to get bored.

The Reluctant Roommate, the latest lesbian romance from veteran Cheyenne Blue, rises to this challenge. On the surface, it’s a classic opposites attract, forced proximity, ice-queen-meets-earth-mother tale. Morgan Favola is the ultimate type A personality, pouring all her time and energy into her career and avoiding anything, including relationships, that will interfere with the success she’s chasing. Heidi Lincoln is a warm-hearted free spirit, going with the flow and making it up as she goes along. When Morgan is fired from her high-powered job as a financial adviser, economic pressures force her to look for someone to share the expense of maintaining her lavish, perfectly-decorated home. Heidi is barely acceptable as a roommate; her casual approach to life, including kitchen cleanliness, sets Morgan’s teeth on edge—and what about that purple streak in her hair? But at least Heidi is queer-friendly—pansexual according to her own admission—and not too inquisitive about Morgan’s own life.

As soon as Heidi moves in, we know that she and Morgan will eventually fall in love, because that’s the way romance works. Still the path they’ll follow isn’t completely obvious. Ashamed of what she sees as her failure, Morgan pretends that she’s still employed. Heidi struggles to establish herself in her new home town, working at a crappy job while making serious attempts to satisfy Morgan’s exacting standards. Provided with glimpses of both Morgan’s and Heidi’s histories, we start to understand the forces that shaped them both. Morgan is superficially more successful, but she has been raised to hide any sort of weakness. Heidi comes from a background of loving chaos; she’s resilient but whatever survival skills she has, she’s picked up along the way.

Morgan can’t understand how Heidi can be so messy and disorganized. Heidi sees Morgan as a rigid perfectionist. What brings them together, finally, is geography.

Heidi is Australian. After following her American girlfriend to the U.S., she was robbed and betrayed. She ended up in Denver following a job lead that did not pan out.

Morgan has lived in Denver ever since she started her career. She loves the mountains; if she’s honest with herself, she’s also happy to be thousands of miles from her demanding parents.

When her tropic-born roomie is awed by the Rockies or thrilled by the first experience of snow, Morgan feels some vicarious delight. Gradually, the two women begin to explore the mile-high city’s attractions in each other’s company. As they do, they find it more and more difficult to ignore their mutual attraction.

In fact, The Reluctant Roommate is something of a love letter to Colorado. The author talks about her own experience in the state in a preface and you feel her affection for the place in every chapter.

Given the situation in the U.S. right now, I had some sense that this book was looking through rose-colored glasses. On the other hand, we read romance in order to feel good, not to ponder political realities, and this book definitely delivers on that promise. I thoroughly enjoyed The Reluctant Roommate. It’s warm, funny, sexy and satisfying—even for a trope-despising curmudgeon like me.