Goodbye, Martina

By Miriam F. Martin

Valentine’s Day night. Two double martinis with extra olives. An empty bar. And ghostly saxophone music playing from an empty stage.

Seth Preston figures it’ll be another lonely night, longing for his lost days with Martina. Good thing for the memories, and the music.

But his heart aches for the closure he never got. And for the second chance that never happened.

If you wish for an erotic story about lost love and the need to say goodbye, be sure to read Goodbye, Martina.

Bonus short story included: Dawn at the Sunset Corral.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Mar 9, 2018

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

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Goodbye, Martina

Goodbye, Martina

Miriam F. Martin

Hermit Muse Publishing

The music never died…

Valentine’s Day night. Two double martinis with extra olives. An empty bar. And ghostly saxophone music playing from an empty stage.

Seth Preston figures it’ll be another lonely night, longing for his lost days with Martina. Good thing for the memories, and the music.

But his heart aches for the closure he never got. And for the second chance that never happened.

If you wish for an erotic story about lost love and the need to say goodbye, be sure to read Goodbye, Martina.

Bonus short story included: Dawn at the Sunset Corral.

Copyright © 2018 by Hermit Muse Publishing

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Cover Design: David Anthony Brown

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All characters, events, and settings are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence.

THIS WORK IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS 18+

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Contents

The music never died…

Goodbye, Martina

Dawn at the Sunset Corral

About the Author

Also by Miriam F. Martin

Goodbye, Martina

One

Seth Preston locked the doors at two in the morning, not a minute later. The tourists left the bar after hearing the ghostly saxophone show. The college kids were getting laid at best, or sleeping off their stupidity at worst. The West Avenue Bar was empty, though not quiet yet, and Seth didn't want it any other way .

He made two double martinis with extra olives. One glass was just a plain martini glass. The other had a gold engraved saxophone with the name Martina underneath. He set the glasses on paper napkins, in front of the giant mirror behind the bar and directly across from the stage.

The bouncer and waitress had helped flip all the stools and chairs, except for two, where the drinks were now being served. Seth sent his employees home. They understood.

Besides, the saxophone music was a bit creepy after hours, when the place emptied out and the notes seemed to bounce off the walls and ceiling. He didn't blame the staff for wanting to leave.

The music flowed from nowhere and everywhere at once. Most folks, tourists and locals alike, believed the music stopped shortly after midnight. Seth knew better, and kept that secret well hidden. For the last five years on Valentine's Day night, ever since Seth bought the bar, the music would start up again after the last drunkard left. It'd start as a slow and steady rhythm, barely noticeable unless you strained and knew what to listen for.