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Creole Blues – Prologue

The wet warmth from the face-cloth soothed away the raw feeling consuming Brit’s vagina. A night of passionate love making with this man proved to be more than anything she expected. Her head fell back as Lucas’s gentle touch once again moved over her clit. The water from the shower flow through her hair and she wondered if she would ever stop wanting his touch on her.
Pellets of water looked like diamonds as they hit against his tan muscled back. She felt so humbled seeing him kneeling before her, touching her as if he revered her. Brittney closed her eyes and just let the feelings take over, no thoughts, no worries…no fears.
If only it were that simple. She could love this man, but dare she let herself. He was danger and power and she’d just let him take her virginity. And now he washed her as if she were made of glass and all Brit could think of was how much she wanted to feel him make love her to again. It didn’t matter that the sane part of her screamed to run, run far and fast and never look back. No, Brittney wanted him to ravish her once more, plunge the full length of his cock into her tender sex until he touched her womb and ignited waves of pure sensations.
His lips pressed against her clit and she moaned in ecstasy as his tongue started tracing the passionate nub. When his lip covered it and sucked in her very essence Brit felt as if she would melt beneath the onslaught of sensations. She braced her hands on his strong shoulders, his held the back of her thighs to halt her sway and hold her to his bidding. The water running over them both heightened the experience, tingling and trailing down her skin in much the same way his tongue played over her sex.
When the tip of his tongue drove into the opening of her canal Brittney started to quiver over the erotic shock and his name rushed pass her open lips in a breathless whisper, “Lucas, my Lucas…”


Chapter One - Discovery

“How do you want your eggs?”
“Over medium, no runny stuff.”
Giving the gruff driver a shot at an attempted smile. “Right, got it.”
Ignoring the crude calls from the other table, Brits’ eyes drifted out past the dust covered glass panes to the lightening morning sky. So much for wide open spaces…
“Order Joe, and tie them down.” Biting her lip to stop from voicing her displeased thoughts, Brittney wondered what could be worse in the morning than facing a grumpy cook and tables full of bleary eyed truck drivers and drifters. They probably chewed rusty nails for lunch.
“I need to get my life back.”
“Hey, how about some coffee?”
Closing her hand about the pot handle, she took a second to gather her mask. “Sure…want a menu?”
“Coffee will do.”
Brittney nodded never raising her eyes from the counter to the unusually soft spoken and rather sexy low voice.
“A smile would help brighten the morning.”
She knew better than to return his request. One polite jester made these creeps think they owned you.
The frosty brown eyes followed the trim aloof figure that issued its snub, confirming Mark’s impression that this delicate creature didn’t belong in this excuse for a truck stop.
Nursing the coffee Mark wondered if maybe that lead hadn’t been right on the mark.
Shielding his curiosity, his scrutiny shifted away from the beautiful features she’d taken pains to cover, to why she deliberately camouflaged the natural grace in her facial features. She was about the right height, 5’ 4” maybe 5” and she had those brilliant blue eyes. Though she wasn’t blonde, in fact that rich healthy tan and sun streaked auburn hair forbade picturing her as a sultry platinum type.
Mentally shaking himself Mark found it hard to place the icy waitress in silk gowns and flashy stage costumes. She looked more like the jean and tee shirt type, yet he didn’t have any problem picturing her in those sexy baby doll nighties.
No, those long shapely legs and luscious thighs would be a real pleasurable sight.
Mark gave his head a shake and cursed the large shadow that intruded on the vision. Looking at her more openly he couldn’t see her with Lucas Cortine. The prospect made his jaw work, asking himself again why he was involved with Cortine. Even as far away as he was from New Orleans, the dirty feelings hadn’t left since taking on this job.
Under his breath, “Fifty thousand covers a lot of reasons.”
“More coffee?”
Jerking his eyes up they met the misty blue ones. For a second the wall fell and Mark dwelled in the illuminating crystal pools. When he felt her pull back from his invasion his fingers gripped the cup to stop from reaching out and making her stay.
“Yeah.”
Through her slight nod Brittney berated herself for breaking her own rules, the first being, never make eye contact!
Damn, she needed to quit this job. If only…regrets were a waste of time. Surviving is what counted and being here was all part of doing just that.
Staying any longer might be obvious. Mark left a dollar on the counter, deciding that she’d find it. He’d come back at lunch, maybe if she saw him again she’d unfreeze a bit. Somehow he held little faith in that prospect.
Writing the order the two guys rattled off, Brits’ eyes followed the confident strides of the tall stranger going out the door. He didn’t move like the rest of them, no swagger, more like a circle…of danger surrounded him. The image brought with it the familiar prick of warning.
Turning to do the routine task, Brittney tried to shake off the uneasy feelings.
Was he dangerous?
Her full lips pressed down hard together to crush the rising questions, she told herself she was just being paranoid. No one could find her here – no one!
The violent shaking in her hands made her slap them on the counter to stop it. He didn’t know, no one knew about the ranch!
She racked her memory again for any mistake, a slip that could reach across 2,000 miles and seize her in its bloody talons!
The demands of her customers fell away under the dark threatening cloud seeping around her again. In suffocating clarity the memories terrorized her, trying to invade the present. She took deep breaths and concentrated on Joe’s irritated call to pick up the plates. In studied moves she managed not to drop the breakfast order.
Again she told herself no one knew Brittney Massey. The world she fled only knew Kat Boutie.
Maybe working here was a bad idea no matter how much she needed the extra money. Brit hated the narrow options. Once the yield from the crops came in she could quit. The herd wouldn’t replenish the funds much this year, she’d gone through it all to get the fields planted. Inwardly moaning the arguments were too strong to risk trying to get her money. The chance Cortine hadn’t discovered her savings account was too great to take. If only she’d had time to get the cash before leaving. Even cashing in the remaining jewels or the Mercedes, hidden up at the winter cabin, weren’t an option, any of them could lead him to her.
A half smile graced her lips. Cortine was just waiting for a mistake like that. With his connections she held little doubt that he would know the minute she sold any of it. Sadly she knew now just how far reaching Lucas’s corrupt power extended.
“Blind! God, how could I have been so naïve?”

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CREOLE BLUES is going to be out in April at Whiskey Creek Press, this is the first of the Midnight Pearl Series by Jewel Adams, Dark Contemporary Erotic Romances
Creole Blues by Jewel Adams

The first of the Midnight Pearls

Coming in April to Whiskey Creek Press.com



Brittney Massey keeps her life as rising Jazz singer Kat Boutie and her true identity as a rancher’s daughter separated. That is until New Orleans’ mafia King Lucas Cortine sets his sights on her. Brit’s surrender under Lucas’ spell is a night filled with erotic passion and memories that haunt the woman Lucas claims.

She may sing the evocative Cajun lyrics as if she were born in the Louisiana bayou country, but Brittney refuses to be Lucas’ woman. The danger that comes with the man won’t stop her. Determined to break free of Cortine, Brittney charges headlong into witnessing her lover murder a DEA agent!

Brittney faces enemies at each turn and Cortine’s bounty hunter Mark Maitland, brings them right to her door. Her failure to escape Lucas could cost her life, but will her heart survive the man she gave her virginity too!

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Title: Darlin’
Author: Jewel Adams
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Publisher URL: www.whiskeycreekpress.com
ISBN: Not Assigned
Reviewer: Aggie Tsirikas
Rating: 5 Stars
Heat level: S

Returning from a séance with her girlfriends, Joleen Longman is spooked to learn what’s been foretold about her future. On the way home through the Smoky Mountains she runs across a horrendous storm and finds herself catapulted back in time and into the arms of the most dangerous, handsome and adventurous man she’s known. Allen Flint, a scout, epitomizes the most desirable skills for a man of his time. ...

Darlin’ is a rich tapestry of words melded together to make one very exciting time travel taking us from contemporary America back to 1713 Colonial America. A place where details and realism take center stage, along with the romance that develops between Joleen and Flint. Ms. Adams has an easy style of writing that flows fluidly and makes her books page-turners. Darlin’ is no exception....

The depiction of the era is true to form with a lot of factual evidence interwoven in this erotic romance. Each chapter is titled, giving the reader a glimpse of how the story unfolds. It was fun reading the adventure of Joleen and Flint’s story. ... Ms. Adams treats us to a fun-filled and erotic step back in time as we experience the love, adventure, and passions between Joleen and Flint. Once started you won’t want to put Darlin’ down – I couldn’t.

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