Red Hot Blues

By Mickey J. Corrigan

Growing up in the fast lane… Sixteen year old Telluride Marshall loves her sex kitten mother, but the woman is a thug magnet. Kittie's love affairs always end the same—packing only what they can carry for a middle of the night escape. On the road once again, Tellie tries to warn her mom about the dangers they'll face in the stolen hot rod with thousands of dollars belonging to Kittie's abusive ex. But while Tellie wants to shape a different kind of life, all Kittie wants is another man. The question becomes, who does the road belong to when you're racing down the interstate in a red hot sports car?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Dec 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628306521

Mickey J. Corrigan

Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan hides out in the lush ruins of South Florida to write pulp fiction, literary crime, and psychological thrillers. Her stories have been called “delightful pulp,” “oh so compulsive,” “dark and gritty,” and “bizarre but believable.” Songs of the Maniacs was published by Salt in 2014.

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Red Hot Blues

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Mickey J. Corrigan

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Red Hot Blues

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Mickey J. Corrigan

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Publishing History

First Mainstream General Edition, 2014

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-652-1

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To Billie D. with the red hot

Porsche—and a bad case of the blues.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Mickey J. Corrigan

I've only read three of her books and she is HILARIOUS! I know I will be highly entertained by her shenanigans.

~Smardy Pants Book Blog

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There is nothing more thrilling to me than finding a writer whose work I can instantly fall in love with. Mickey J. Corrigan is one of those authors for me.

~Romance Junkies

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I'll read anything by Ms. Corrigan. All her short pieces I have read were vastly different, but no less entertaining.

~Hearts on Fire Reviews

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Mickey J. Corrigan has a fabulous writing style that keeps the reader wanting more...

~Turner's Antics

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This is a writer who isn't so much interested in the 'nice' side of life; her characters tend to walk on the wild side and on the darker side of romance. But her stories are oh-so-compulsive all the same.

~Contemporary Romance Reviews

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Like all of the other ebooks by Mickey J. Corrigan I have read so far, I have quite enjoyed this one. I admit that Mickey is one of my favorite authors and I can't wait to read more of her books.

~Geeky Girl Reviews

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"This story reminds me of something you would see on the The Twilight Zone...If you are looking for something totally different in a love story, this is the book for you.

~Love Romance Passion

Chapter One

My mother was the type of woman men went nuts for, then pummeled. Living with her made me independent, wary, and defensive. And, by the time I was in my teens, I was anxious to shape a different kind of life.

It hurt more each time Kittie woke me up with a rude prod and a whispered, No time to pack. Let’s book. Running away in the middle of the night with my crazy mother caused me real pain. I wanted roots, but Kittie’s heart wanted love with lousy men.

Kevin Whitebold, ex-football star turned used car magnate, seemed cooler somehow, and their relationship lasted long enough that my life was almost normal. Until she woke me at three a.m. on a prematurely warm night in May of 1989. With a finger to her lips, my mother handed me the wrinkled T-shirt and shorts I’d left on the leather armchair by the foot of my canopied bed. I loved that big soft bed. I loved my pastel pink and yellow bedroom in Kevin’s massive colonial on ten acres of pine-scented forest. Now I’d be leaving all that behind.

I ran a hand through my waist-length tangles before stuffing my backpack with the cash from my piggy bank, my dog-eared copy of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, and a worn pair of flip-flops. I knew enough to take less than three minutes to get from bed to getaway vehicle. Exactly the way Kittie had taught me.

Creeping down the polished oak staircase in the cozy and familiar darkness, I felt my sadness begin to burn. By the time I reached the foyer, I could feel it in my gut, a low flame of bitterness and resentment. Kittie was sitting out front in Kevin’s Porsche 356, the flat-four engine exuding a sexy purr of anticipation. The little car reminded me of shiny red candy. Red Hots.

One side of my mother’s pale face was blue and puffy. The other side was furious.

Hurry up, Telluride. Get in, she demanded, her voice simmering. I must have looked shocked to see her behind the wheel of her boyfriend’s favorite hardtop because she said with a lopsided frown, With what he’s gone and done, I deserve this car.

The stars flashed their headlights from a black tar sky. I tucked my pack into the tiny backseat beside Kittie’s overstuffed Gucci handbag and slumped into the passenger seat. Once more, I was leaving my life behind. Heading for the unknown with my wreck of a mother behind the wheel.

We laid down some