Book Spotlight: Poolside by Charlie Crane

I knew of the existence of “other” markets out there on the internet that publish and sell books, like Extasy Books. They have a completely different circle of authors and usually specialize in a few genres, primarily Erotica. Sometimes authors break out into the mainstream and put their work up on Amazon, and Charlie Crane is no different. His Erotica Thriller PoolsidePoolsidePoolside by Charlie Crane
Blurb:
A womanizing jazz musician finds himself on the run from hired killers. Jack Curso is a happy man. He’s got his life right where he wants it. He plays his music at Raymond’s La Bella Vita Lounge. He has the occasional big gig in a big room, and now and then a tune of his shows up in a movie or on a TV commercial. Life is good. He has his bourbon, his weed, his freedom, and his women on his own terms. When he meets Terri Melnick, the beautiful wife of a wealthy man, poolside at his apartmen...
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Genre: Erotica
Release Date: 2015-12-22
Kindle Price: 5.99
first appeared on Amazon in late December and now I’m pleased to share it with you here. A word of warning though: the excerpt below is HOT! Please read at your own risk! If you’ve read this book or plan to in the near future, please kindly leave a review on Amazon.

Poolside

by Charlie Crane


Genre: Erotica
Release Date: December 22nd, 2015
Kindle Price: 5.99
Kindle Unlimited: No

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Amazon: US

Book Description:

A womanizing jazz musician finds himself on the run from hired killers.

Jack Curso is a happy man. He’s got his life right where he wants it. He plays his music at Raymond’s La Bella Vita Lounge. He has the occasional big gig in a big room, and now and then a tune of his shows up in a movie or on a TV commercial. Life is good. He has his bourbon, his weed, his freedom, and his women on his own terms.

When he meets Terri Melnick, the beautiful wife of a wealthy man, poolside at his apartment building, Jack hopes for nothing more than another intriguing sexual encounter. But he gets more—much more—and he soon finds himself in hiding from professional killers.

The life that Jack loves has been stolen from him. If he wants it back he’ll have to fight for it. He’ll have to adjust, think on his feet, and grow. He’s been hurled into a strange world where nothing is simple or familiar, but at least what weighs in the balance is clear. It’s that or it’s death.

Excerpt

“You know, I don’t know if I’ve ever said this to a woman, but your husband really is a lucky man.”

“Why do you say that, Jack?”

“Well.” I leaned a little lower, not suddenly, not intentionally, as if I were drawn to her. “You’re beautiful. And smart. And so sexy.” My lips were on hers. Her lips accepted then devoured mine. Wet, dry, open, closed, in it and not, a wisp of her tongue lashed at mine. Her whiskey glass dug into the crease of my back. Her hips shifted, her thighs parted, denim seam clinging to oozing sex, Floetry’s Say Yes.

She pulled away and sat up. “Yes, that was very nice. But no.”

“No? No, what?”

“Just no, Jack, no pussy for you. No sex. No fucking, sucking, licking, or coming on my face. Just no, Jack. Ya got it, buddy?”

I rolled away from her and sat up. “That’s exactly what I was afraid you meant.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re a big boy. How many women have you had in the past month? On this sofa? How many nights that started out just like this and ended in orgasms? And what do you have now? What’s all that left you?”

“Ha, a helluva lot of good memories, that’s one thing.”

“Yes, and that’s the only thing. What do you have to show for all that? And what will you have tomorrow? Another day, another sexual adventure?”

“You make it sound altogether wonderful.”

“Not to me, it isn’t. You’re always starting from scratch. It’s exhausting, and shallow. I think you’re smarter than that, but you play it way down. It’s almost patronizing the way you do. You have nothing but disdain for things most people hold dear.”

“Like?”

“Oh, like love and marriage. And children. That’s what that rod of yours is for, you know. When you live only for yourself, what makes you think you can be of value to anyone else?”

That was a tough one. But what made her think I wanted to be of value to anyone else? “I don’t bother anybody.”

“No, I believe you don’t. Even that would be too much involvement for you. You don’t like to get your hands dirty, do ya, Jack? It’s really an insult to those of us who try to be present in this life. There’s an arrogance in living the way you do. But we both know what it’s really about, don’t we?”

“We do? Why don’t you remind me?”

“It’s fear, Jack. You’re scared to death. You’re scared of life and love. Poor little Jackie doesn’t want to get his feelings hurt. Aw, so precious you are. It’s really very touching. What happened to you in your life to make you so cowardly?”

“Cowardly? That’s one thing I’ve never been! You think you know me? You think you know who I am?” I was on my feet now. “You don’t know a fuckin’ thing about me. I’ll tell you what I think, Ms. Maturity, I think you’re trying to convince yourself that marrying this guy was the responsible, figured out thing to do. Why are you so concerned about me anyway? D’you ever think that maybe you’re the one who’s scared? Scared of being alone because it might force you to face yourself? What are you afraid of, Terri? What happened in your life to make you have such little regard for yourself? I like being alone—I’m good company! I don’t lie and I got nothin’ to hide. Women who fuck me know I’m in it for the ride, and they know the word monogamy isn’t in my vocabulary.”

I sat in my chair and breathed. “We’re here for a short time, Terri. I prefer living by my principles. If that means I’ll die alone, so be it. Dying is something we should do alone anyway.”

“What about living, Jack? Is that something we should do alone, too?”

“I’m not alone… I have you.”

I stood and walked over to her. I knelt in front of her, between her legs. I undid a button of her cotton shirt then another. I took my time and lifted her breasts up and out of her bra. She looked at me with curiosity, as if she were conducting a field experiment. I licked one nipple and thumbed the other. I kissed her, and her lips were hungry for mine. That’s the Way Love Goes by Janet Jackson, and my mouth was on her pussy over her jeans.

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