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Book Feature: Bare Essentials (A Dirt Roads Novel) by M.L. Stephens
Blurb:
He's a
cowboy with a guitar and an attitude. She's Nashville's toughest, most sought
after music agent. They have one thing in common: country music.
Cutter
Harrison relies on two things: beer and music—his music. At twenty-six, he's
happily divorced and plans to keep it that way.
Holly Avery
is on the hunt. She's determined to discover the next country music superstar
and is willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
An
unexpected meeting in Arkansas makes them question their pasts, their futures,
and the bare essentials of love. Country music brought them together, but will
their dirty little secrets keep them apart?
Quotes:
He was the
kind of trouble she steered clear of. But damn, trouble never looked so good.
He was sin and she wanted to taste.
She was
Superman to his kryptonite. Good to his bad. She was a tall stick of dynamite
packed inside a tiny firecracker and he wanted to light the fuse.
Eyes, like
pools of hunger, pierced so intensely he was sure she could see the heart of
his soul bleeding out, begging for her to heal him.
He thought
he didn't need saving, but she'd casually walked into the center of his storm
and rescued him.
Cowboys
didn't always get the girl and no one ever rode off into the sunset. That was
an illusion sold to the masses by people who'd never stepped foot beyond their
concrete villages and drive-through coffee shops.
In her
mind's eye, love was completely and utterly useless, but that was before she'd
met the man hiding behind a guitar and a cowboy hat.
The first
time he'd watched the sunrise reflected in her eyes, he knew he'd love her. And
he would love her through every sunrise and every sunset until the sun ceased
to exist…and then he'd love her more.
Excerpt:
He leaned back and put his guitar
case on the floor. Opening it, he pulled the instrument from its resting spot,
sat it on the mattress and then lifted a pen and straddled her. The warmth and
weight of his body settled atop her hips as he pushed the pen behind his ear
and strapped on his guitar.
Strumming the chords, he hummed until lyrics were
formed and the room was filled with a song she'd never heard.
Mesmerized, she held her breath,
afraid that any movement would disrupt the pure beauty of his creation.
Then he stopped, took his pen, and
wrote on her body. The pen tickled her skin, leaving behind inked notes and
lyrics. She wanted to cry, but didn't. He was the most extraordinary man she'd
ever met and with each sketch of his pen, each new ink blot that he skillfully
crafted on her flesh, she fell deeper and harder then she could've ever
imagined. He was masculine yet soft, aggressive yet pliable. Hard work left his
hands calloused, yet each stroke of the pen was precise and swift.
And then he sang without playing as
he continued to compose on her skin. Hands down, no comparison, it was the most
sensual moment of her adult life.
As he shaded notes and wrote lyrics,
her arousal heightened until her nipples were hard. If she thought her well of
lust had run dry, she was mistaken. It pooled between her legs and if the
growing size of his erection was any indication, he was just as turned on by
their artistic moment as she was.
He picked and strummed the strings of
her heart as capably as he handled his instrument.
When the music died, he nodded
approval. "You inspire me," he said.
"If that's what this is, I'll
always aspire to inspire you," she whispered.
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