Saturday Snippet
Today’s theme is a particular favorite of mine. One of my favorite things about romance books is the thrill of the chase, the wooing. That’s right…”I want you to want me.”
Snippet:
“I have a career,” she said.
“Singing in your family’s bar in front of a handful of old men. Teaching music to a bunch of kids one day a week. That’s your idea of a career?” he asked, uncertain why he was reacting so harshly. For some inane reason, it suddenly felt as if the success of his solo career was inexplicably linked to Teagan’s song. Besides, the woman was extremely talented and clearly oblivious to the fact.
“I suppose you think I should be an overly ambitious musician. One who hops on the fast track to fame and fortune with no regard for the quality of my songs, no concern for what junk I produce so long as it makes me rich and famous. Is that right? You know, there are some people out there who actually make music just for the sheer pleasure of it.”
Sky took a deep breath, aware that his anger was merely fueling hers. This wasn’t the way to negotiate a deal. He knew better than this.
“I’m sorry, Teagan. My reaction was out of line. I’ve been running on empty for over a year now and I had no right to take it out on you. I love your song. Seriously love it. You said yourself you write songs to make people happy. I’m offering you a much bigger platform to do just that.”
She fell silent for a few moments and he could see his words had struck a chord. “Would you change it?” she asked.
He knew this was going to be a sticking point for her, but he refused to lie. He had a definite idea of the sound he wanted and it didn’t include an acoustic guitar. “I would add more instruments, change the pacing a bit.”
“Electric guitar instead of acoustic?”
“I play the electric guitar.”
“You can’t play an acoustic one?” she asked.
He sighed and prepared for round two of the battle they seemed destined to wage over her song. “Of course I can, but that’s not part of my signature sound. I’m known for my abilities on an electric guitar.”
“I don’t know how you could make my song mesh with so much noise.”
“I hardly consider the music produced from an electric guitar ‘noise’,” he said, mustering as much patience as he could to keep his tone even.
“Darn it. I did it again. I’m sorry, Sky. I don’t think your music is noise. I’ve never even heard your music. I just don’t think you understand the concepts, the subtleties of folk music well enough to do Maybe Tomorrow justice. I would die if my song suddenly sounded like every other song on the radio. Filled with overdone guitar solos, digitally enhanced singing and that blasted repetitive drumbeat. People can’t even dance properly to most of the music produced these days. They just bob in place.”
“How old are you?” he asked, cursing the words the moment they flew from his lips.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Her eyes narrowed angrily but he couldn’t resist finishing his thought. She’d insulted him and his music one time too many—all without even hearing him sing.
“Your ideas about music and dance seem more fitting for a woman in her eighties. Hell, my grandma is more hip about music than you.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with being hip. It has to do with personal preferences. If you were educated in more types of music, you’d realize there are some really fine songs out there that don’t require more to move you than a single instrument and a beautiful voice.”
“You think I’m not educated in music?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes,” he insisted, “you did—and you meant it. For your information, gypsy, I’ve studied music extensively. In fact, I’ll bet I have a better grasp of the subject than you.”
She sat up straighter and for a moment, he was finally graced with the shadowy shape of her breasts through her damn loose blouse. Fucking thing was at least two sizes too big in his opinion and he felt his cock stir once again at the sight. Despite her antiquated opinions on music, Teagan had triggered some serious arousal in him. Maybe Marty was right. He did need to get laid.
“Don’t do that,” she said, leaning closer.
“Do what?”
“Undress me with your eyes.”
He grinned. “How about I do it with my hands?”
Ruby Tuesday is available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Sony, Kobo, All Romance Ebooks and Barnes and Noble.
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