Wired For Sound: The MacGrough Clan Book 2

Book 2: The MacGrough Clan

by Cherime MacFarlane

Genres: 20th Century Romance; Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

What will he do to keep his wife from being a suspect? Anything.
Number 3 Listopia's Best Indie Romantic Suspense
It's 1988 and Bushmaster is about to become history in the worst way possible when the front man is electrocuted during sound check. Someone had enough. All the band members had a motive.
MacGrough: I didnae ken what tha lament tried tae tell me. Vince is dead, and tha band's done for. I understand more than tha polis, someone killed tha arse. But who and why now? If they look too close at Lori, I'm worried about what they may find. Someone burned my wife before we met. It's all circumstantial, she lived in Brighton and Vince had a woman there. It couldn't have been her. But, she's never said, and I canae get that out of my head.

Lori: We must get back to Glasgow. If Hamish doesn't get the album done in time, he will lose the backers. The cops have us trapped here. Hamish is acting strange. Yes, I understand it's a murder investigation but we should stay out of it. This is Hamish's family, when they find the killer, it will hurt him.

Release date: March 31, 2017

Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing

Print pages: 242

Content advisory: Steamy

Sample

 

Lori's fingers found the knots beneath his shoulder blades. H.M. rolled his shoulders as she massaged them out.

"Aye." he sighed. "Ye know tha old line about tha way tae ah man's heart?"

"Sure thing, 'm'luv." Her voice dropped in timbre as his wife drawled out a fair imitation of his slurred endearment. "Keep on rubbing, right?"

"I've another place ye can rub later. Listen, luv, want tae keep me company after tha show?"

Sliding her hand up to his shoulder, she gave him a gentle pat, snuggled her nose behind his ear, and growled softly. "I'd better be the only woman you fool around with after the show."

Taking his right hand off the keys, Hamish reached up to cup her cheek. "Woman, ye've nae sense of humor." His hand went back to the keyboard and H.M. ran through another melody line, fingers flying over the keys.

Lori MacGrough tweaked an errant dark curl into place behind his ear. "Just get through tonight, and we'll climb on the jet for Heathrow tomorrow. You need a good dose of Glasgow and home to mellow you out. Let him play the big man and give everyone a bad time during sound check. You're almost free of him."

H.M. spun the stool round and rose to give his wife a bear hug, which almost broke a rib or two. "Ye're a wonder, Mrs. Mac."

"It's a wonder I haven't any broken bones. Turn me loose, Heavy Metal. I'll be waiting in the dressing room when you're finished." She strode off in a deliberate manner.

Laughing softly, Hamish watched her as she left the stage. Lori probably thought she was being quite serious. What she was, was sexy as hell. Hips swaying slightly, she strode past the curtains. H. M. gave a moment's consideration to following her back to the dressing room and pulling those lovely hips against him. Later, it would have to be later.

Sitting down on the piano stool again he spun around to face the keyboard. Vince wondered what he saw in such a 'cold fish'. Lori was not aloof with anyone, but Vincent the Viper. She had detested Vince on sight, a circumstance which endeared her to H.M.'s heart.

Scales, scales scales. Deliberately, he ran through several scales to limber up his fingers and warm his hands.

Were he to be strictly truthful, it was Lori's body which first caught his attention. H.M. never tired of the sight of her, or her company. It had been such a plus to discover she was as insatiable in bed as he was.

He enticed her into bed during their cruise in the Mediterranean. Getting her to agree to marry him proved to be vastly more difficult.

The melody that flowed from his head, to his fingers, and onto the keys was titled 'Lori'. It was simple, straightforward, but there was a suggestion of something in the phrasing.