18 October 2017:
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This week I have another excerpt from Blues In The Night, a contemporary m/m romance, and it’s in the main character, Alain’s, point of view. It’s Kenny’s last night in town and Alain’s determined to make the most of it:
Blues In The Night
By Christiane France
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After a six-month work-related separation, Alain and his partner James planned to meet up for the perfect dream vacation. Then James calls and cancels. He’s met someone new and their relationship is over.
Alain is devastated, and he leaves their vacation hotel in a daze. Evening turns to night and as he walks up one street and down the next, he hears music drifting up from a basement nightclub. The singer sounds like Kenny Dumaine, a man Alain used to know, and he goes in to check.
It takes a moment for Kenny to remember Alain. As an entertainer and always on the move, he’s learned to keep things casual. But Alain’s upset, he’s been drinking, and in no state to be alone. Where’s the harm in offering an old friend a shoulder to cry on? Kenny’s last performance is tomorrow night, and the next day he’ll be leaving for the next stop on his itinerary.
He shook his head. “Nah. A little of this will do.”
Kenny reached for Alain’s glass, glugged down about half the contents and gave him one of his special smiles. A crooked, sexy smile that put Alain’s heart in a vice and turned his insides to mush. He gave a silent prayer of thanks that this time tomorrow Kenny would be thousands of miles away because whatever was going on between them needed to stop before it turned into real trouble. They were too good together and far too comfortable with one another. And he knew he shouldn’t be feeling this warm and fuzzy inside over what would never amount to more than a casual fling.
“So…you doing your thing all alone tonight?”
“No. Simply filling in time until the others get here.” He turned his head as what Alain figured to be a group of students arrived and took possession of the next table.
“I guess you’re looking forward to getting back home.”
“You better believe it.” He took another sip of Alain’s beer and signaled the waiter for a refill. “Always on the go, moving around the world from city to city may sound like fun. It’s not. This time, I’ve been on the road for almost four months, and I can assure you, living out of a suitcase is highly overrated.”
“What about your next job? Earlier, you said something about opening in Montreal in a few days. How long will you be there?”
Kenny shrugged. “It’s a new place, so we’ll have to see how it goes.”
“And after that? Another tour?”
“Not if I can help it.” He shrugged again. “If all goes well, I’m hoping the position will become permanent.”
“That what you want?”
He snagged Alain’s gaze and laid a hand over his. “It’s exactly what I want. Whether or not it will work out that way remains to be seen.”
“Well, here’s hoping it does. Cheers!” Alain picked up his glass and swallowed the last mouthful of beer.
As the waiter arrived with the fresh brew, the other musicians filed onto the stage and it was time for Kenny to go back to work.
Soon after that the customers began arriving in force, and by midnight, there wasn’t a spare seat to be had.
Everyone seemed to know it was Kenny’s last night and the requests came thick and fast. Everything from songs Alain knew by heart to those he was less familiar with, and some he’d never heard before. A few minutes before two in the morning Kenny called a halt by saying all good things had to come to an end. He did two encores and finished with an abbreviated version of “Blues In The Night.” Then, after thanking the audience for coming and, despite the clapping and stamping for more, he left the stage.
Once they realized it was over and there would be no more encores, the customers finished their drinks and left.
As Alain watched the last stragglers vanish through the door into the night, Kenny reappeared at his table. He had a briefcase in one hand, a laptop in the other, and an irresistible sexy gleam in his dark chocolate eyes that made Alain catch his breath. “Ready to go, babe?”
“You bet.” Excitement surged through his veins at the prospect of the night ahead. He stood up and took a deep breath. Knowing it was just a one-day fling didn’t stop him from wanting more. So much more he should have left hours ago when he realized he was in over his head. It was too late for that now. Tonight was all they had, and saying no to Kenny was the last thing on his mind.
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