Seduced by the Blues

By Eden Baylee

In SEDUCED BY THE BLUES, a man pursues an older woman in a bluesy tale of music mixed with passion.

" ... straight up sexy. The older woman, younger man thing is just so hot." - Diantha Jones
" ... There is nothing like a determined man. Wow!" - Joyfully Reviewed
" ... a master musician ... plays her body and emotions as skillfully ... as he plays his guitar." - Maxwell Cynn

This novella is included in FALL INTO WINTER with three other stories, each sold separately: Act Three | The Norwegian | The Austrian and the Asian.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Baylee
• Release date: Sep 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311882424

Eden Baylee

Eden Baylee left a twenty-year banking career to become a full-time writer. She incorporates many of her favorite things into her writing such as: travel; humor; music; poetry; art; and much more.She has written three collections of erotic novellas and flash fiction—Spring into Summer, Fall into Winter, and Hot Flash.In June 2014, she released her first novel outside the erotica genre—a psychological mystery/thriller with a sexy twist called Stranger at Sunset. A synopsis and more information can be found on her website.

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Seduced by the Blues

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Copyright 2012 eden baylee

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Dedicated to my husband

contents

a note from the author

seduced by the blues

titles by eden baylee

about the author

excerpts

act three

the norwegian

the austrian and the asian

a note from the author

On one of the first dates with my husband, he played guitar to me until the wee hours of the morning. We were both musical snobs in our own way. He knew rock ’n roll. I knew blues. He played; I had to name that tune. At some point, a wager was placed, and I lost.

The rest is history.

I sincerely hope you enjoy Seduced by the Blues. I’d love to hear from you regardless, and reviews are always appreciated.

Excerpts are included of the other three novellas that accompany this one in Fall into Winter. My wish is you’ll give them a try too.

Deeply grateful,

eden

seduced by the blues

Ella Jamieson took a sip of her scotch and glanced over at the man to her left. They stood at the bar of X-tasy, the newest nightclub in town. It was billed as the next hot spot in New York since Marquee went under a few months ago, and Ella had received comps for the club’s opening night. It was a Saturday evening in October, and the weather was starting to cool off after a sweltering summer. She had taken in the scene for the past hour and was just about to leave when he walked up beside her. It had been boring up to that point, and she craved some excitement. For some reason, the young man standing next to her made her feel particularly wicked.

Did you come here to get laid? she asked, not even looking in his direction, though it was obvious her question was intended for no one else.

Pardon me? He turned to her—his eyes narrowing to focus in the dark room.

I asked if you came here to get laid.

I don’t know what you mean.

The music was loud, and she knew he was having difficulty hearing her. She moved to face him. I mean, I hope you’re not here for the music.

Why, what’s wrong with it? he asked.

Nothing’s wrong, but you can’t call this music—a DJ playing shitty remixes of eighties’ hits is just bad.

This isn’t an eighties song.

She heard defiance in his voice and immediately felt aroused. How much do you want to bet?

What are we betting for?

A drink. Ella sipped the last of her scotch.

Deal.

They shook on it, and now Ella took a long hard look at him. She guessed him to be in his midtwenties, probably still in diapers when this song came out. He was cute, though—definitely her type—boyish, tall, and lean.

Over the last few decades, some of the best music from the sixties and seventies were sampled and remixed in clubs. She didn’t even include eighties music, as disco had already sucked