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Bare Essentials – M.L. Stephens

Synopsis
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?
 
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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 than 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.
 
 
 
 
About the Author
 
 
I write the characters and stories that scream the
loudest.
I have an unshakable
fetish for a good mystery and anything paranormal, along with an insatiable
appetite for coffee and travel. When I’m not reading the novels of so many
great authors, I’m creating stories of my own. My family keeps me grounded, my
pets keep me jumping, my friends keep me focused, and it all happens in Texas!
 
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