We’re closing in on the end of the Master of the Opera!
Act 5 – A Haunting Duet debuts on Thursday, March 6. And, lemme tell you, this is the episode you’ve all been waiting for.
In the fifth erotically charged installment of Jeffe Kennedy’s scorching Master of the Opera, a daring young woman follows her reckless desire for the perfect lover-to the point of no return. . .
He is more than just the man of her dreams. He is the master of her destiny. A mysterious masked stranger who haunts the darkened tunnels beneath the Sante Fe Opera House, the Master is like no other lover Christy has ever known. He has lured the beautiful intern to the very brink of ecstasy-and beyond. He has pushed the boundaries of her sensuality and tested the limits of her passion. But now the Master wants more. If Christy accepts his challenge, she must be willing to go further than she’s ever gone. She must surrender to his every desire. She must submit to his every command. She must expose herself body and soul-or bear the scars of a broken heart forever. . .
Tonight is the night she must make a choice: to free herself from one man’s obsession. . .or bind herself to him for life.
Since we just wound up Secondary Characters month at the Cafe, and so as not to spoil the smexy goodness, this week’s excerpt features everyone’s favorite sidekick, Hally.
A Haunting Duet Excerpt
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call a cab company. Then she spotted Hally’s little VW Bug, not far away under one of the muted, downward-facing parking lights. Inside, Hally slept in the driver’s seat, tilted back nearly horizontal, her unnaturally red hair catching glints of light and slanting shadows giving her face a witchy cast.
Reluctant to startle her, Christine knocked on the window with a light tapping. Hally’s eyes opened, not seeing her at first, then sharpened, and she plucked the seat lever, springing herself upright. She rolled down the window.
“Get in,” she hissed, though no one could possibly hear them. “We’ve got problems.”
It felt odd to talk to someone from the regular world again. To be wearing her shirt and shorts and to sit in a car while Hally drove it down the road. Her body still pulsed from that last orgasm, her mind spinning from all she’d witnessed and learned, her heart brimming over with sticky-sweet emotion. She hummed a tune, the ancient melody part of it all.
“What song is that?” Hally cocked her head like a bird, listening. “It seems so familiar.”
“A really old one. But I don’t know the name. Names don’t matter anyway.”
Hally slid her gaze over, the whites of her eyes catching the streetlights, then back to the road. “Hoookaaaayyy.”
“You haven’t been smoking the peyote or anything, have you?—ʼcuz you’re acting pretty whacked.”
Christine giggled, the giddiness spilling over, sparkling stars spilling through the darkness. “No. I don’t think any drug could induce what happened to me tonight.”
“Jeez.” Hally shook her head. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
“I wish you could.” Christine turned in her seat. “It was the most incredible experience, but I don’t think I could put it into words.”
“Well, we don’t have time for it now, anyway. Time for you to sober up and deal with the nonnuminous. Gritty reality awaits, chica.”
“Where are we going?” Christine blinked as they passed Tomasita’s, now closed for the night.
“My place.” Hally sounded grim. “Hopefully they won’t look for you there again tonight.”
“Christy! Focus, would you?”
“Call me Christine, okay?”
The whites of Hally’s eyes gleamed again, this time as she rolled them. “Okay, fine, whatever, Miss I’m a Whole New Person.”
“I feel like I am! I’ll call you Halcyon, if you want me to.”
“Dear gods, please no.”
“Why not? It means peace and tranquility, especially around the winter solstice. I looked it up.”
“I’m perfectly aware of what it means.”
“You’re that for me, an oasis of calm.”
Hally pulled into a parking spot surprisingly close to her apartment, then dropped her forehead to the steering wheel. “We need to bring you down. I wonder if yogurt would work? I might have some acidophilus in the fridge.”
Christine wrinkled her nose and got out of the car. “I don’t like yogurt.”
“Well, it’s not as if you took mushrooms, anyway. Did you?”
“Nope. I haven’t had anything.” She grinned. “Except the most phenomenal sex of my life.”
“That explains a great deal.”