Bare Essentials (A Dirt Roads Novel)
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.
He commanded her like she was his guitar, his instrument of
passion. And he knew precisely when and how to pluck each string and strum each
chord to make her body sing along in perfect harmony.
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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