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    Rhythm and Boos
    Rhythm and Boos
    Rhythm and Boos
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    Rhythm and Boos

    By Linda Mooney and Carolyn Gregg

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    Sydney Shookerman, aka "Sinsuelle", is an exotic dancer. At least, she tries to be. Unfortunately, Sydney sucks at the job. She has a body to die for, and the face of an angel, but she lacks the timing and moves which would put her in the pro league.

    Fortunately, she manages to keep her job at Napoleon’s nightclub. And despite the rumors that Napoleon’s used to be a speakeasy back in the 1920s, and is reputed to be haunted, she never knew how haunted it was until she accidentally awakes the spirit of one poor victim from that era.

    The first thing Frankie Nuwurth wants to do is get even with the wise guys who  put him away. Although he has no idea how he was resurrected, the cute half-naked dame working in the joint is an awful temptation. And one thing is certain—he hasn’t been laid in almost a hundred years, which means he has a lot of catching up to do!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Mooney
    Release dateSep 16, 2014
    ISBN9781941321218
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    Linda Mooney

    Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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      Rhythm and Boos - Linda Mooney

      Chapter One

      Lady, you got a great pair of hooters, but you can’t dance worth shit.

      Sydney Shookerman, aka Sinsuelle, paused in the middle of her dance to stare at the inebriated customer sprawled across his tiny table. He continued to stare up at her with bloodshot eyes. The flashing lights lining the perimeter of the stage made the man’s sweat sparkle in a rainbow of colors. Seeing that he had her full attention, he saluted her with his bourbon and tonic, and tossed back the last swallow.

      The thundering bass beat pounding from the overhead speakers reminded Sydney she was already behind on her choreographed moves. Quickly, she tried to resume her undulations around the two-inch brass pole, but her heart was no longer in it. Guys were always trying to sweet talk their way into her pants. Customers were hoping to cop a grope. The last thing she’d expected was to be told how bad a dancer she was.

      The guy at the end of the dance floor was a regular. Mossman? Mosser? Sydney shook her head as she swiveled her hips. No matter. He was a regular every Thursday night. Same table, two bourbon and tonics straight up. But up until tonight, she had never known the man to speak to the dancers. At least, not to her.

      The music ended. Sydney froze with her thighs spread, the required open crotch money shot. Someone whistled in appreciation of the view. Maybe another three or four clapped. Hurrying backstage, she passed Ophelia, on her way out to do her cowgirl number. Good luck, she tossed at the woman. Ophelia snorted, pasted a smile on her face, and stepped through the fiberglass beaded curtain as the refrain to Deep in the Heart of Texas began playing. Sydney always got a kick out of that. Ophelia was from Milwaukee. There wasn’t a single Texas thing about her. Not even the costume. But the woman had a grand old time pretending to masturbate with her six-shooter.

      Hey, Syd. Mary Ellen gave her a nod as she entered the dressing room. The kohl-eyed woman was busy braiding her hair.

      Sighing, Sydney dropped into her chair and kicked off the spiked heels. Her legs looked terrific in the damn things, but they were killers to dance in.

      Hey, don’t get comfortable. Beejus wants to see you.

      Now?

      Yeah, now. And he’s in a pissy mood, too, so don’t screw around. Better get it done and over with.

      Crap. Just my luck. Thanks, girlfriend.

      Mary Ellen nodded. Good luck. Hope it’s not bad news.

      Rather than slip her shoes back on, Sydney chose to go barefoot. If the boss wanted to see her now, and he was in a foul mood, she was not about to take the time to slip out of her costume first.

      B. J. Toomey ran Napoleon’s, but he didn’t own it. In fact, none of the girls who worked there knew who the real owners were, although Sydney sometimes wondered if Cash, the bartender, had some knowledge.

      B. J. stood for Barlow Jessup, but he went by B. J. But one Halloween night about three years ago, he pulled a prank on Donna, a girl who used to work at the nightclub, and nearly sent her to the hospital. She later said the creep had nearly scared the bejeezus out of her when he’d come running into the dressing room, dressed in a mask and fatigues, and brandishing a real live chainsaw. Ever since then, everyone referred to him behind his back as Beejus.

      The boss’s door was closed. As per his instructions, a closed door meant important business, so rather than just walk in, she knocked. A moment later she heard a voice telling her to enter.

      Toomey was on the phone when she let herself in. He motioned for her to close the door as he finished his conversation. Sydney immediately didn’t like the

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