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Playing Her Tune [MultiFormat]
eBook by Reed Manning
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Duncan's piano work has adorned dozens of recordings, and he has played a hundred halls. But he needs to find his muse again. Something tells him that the vocalist in the resort-area lounge where he's agreed to play a gig may be just the thing to inspire him--in more ways than one.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Club International, 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [62 KB], eReader (PDB) [24 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [10 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [70 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [81 KB], hiebook (KML) [65 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [50 KB], iSilo (PDB) [8 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [11 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [53 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [18 KB]
Words: 2990
Reading time: 8-11 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Duncan saw immediately it was no ordinary hotel lounge. The tables were arrayed in a semi-circle, rising in gentle tiers to the far reaches of the room. At the center stood the piano. The resulting acoustics allowed the music to pour gently into every alcove, while the murmur of the audience remained confined to each table. It was a lounge for lovers of music, not drunks. Sadly, the pianist now at the keyboard wasn't doing the venue justice. Duncan slid into a chair near the back and listened. The man was competent, but no more than that. A handful of patrons nursed their drinks, for the most part ignoring the performance. All this was as Duncan had expected. This was a summer resort area and tourist season had ended. With so many vacant rooms, the management couldn't justify the cost of headliner talent. The surprise was that they bothered hiring a musician at all. Duncan's glance fell to one side of the piano. A slim blonde sat at the nearest table, relaxed, spine straight and supple. She wore a long, flowing gown cut deep in front and split far up the sides of her hips, the kind of dress meant for movement and display. Her breasts were set wide and high. In the dim light her complexion verged on alabaster. If the piano were the acoustic focus of the room, her cleavage made up the visual one.
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