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    Blues InThe Night
    Blues InThe Night
    Blues InThe Night
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    Blues InThe Night

    By Christiane France

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    After a six-month work-related separation, Alain and his partner James planned to meet up for the perfect dream vacation. Then James calls and cancels. He’s met someone new and their relationship is over.

    Alain is devastated, and he leaves the hotel in a daze. Evening turns to night and as he walks up one street and down the next, he hears music drifting up from a basement nightclub. The singer sounds like Kenny Dumaine, a man Alain used to know, and he goes in to check.

    It takes a moment for Kenny to remember Alain. As an entertainer and always on the move, he’s learned to keep things casual. But Alain’s upset, he’s been drinking, and in no state to be alone. Where’s the harm in offering an old friend a little badly needed TLC? Kenny’s last performance is tomorrow night, and the next day he’ll be gone.”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristiane France
    Release dateMay 9, 2016
    ISBN9781533798534
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      Blues InThe Night - Christiane France

      For my Boys.

      Blues In The Night

      Once he’d achieved the impossible and arrived at a fair settlement of his client’s long-outstanding claim against a former business associate, Alain Lazier smiled his refusal at opposing counsel’s offer of lunch and headed back to his hotel by the Old Port. With the business part of the trip behind him, he was now free to focus on what promised to be the fun part...spending the next four weeks with James, his lover, partner, and best friend.

      The South of France with its endless hours of warm sunshine was the perfect place to relax, forget about work and, like the French, live every moment of life to the fullest. They could stay in the hotel and make love all day, or hang out at the sidewalk cafés and on the local beaches, eating, drinking, and soaking up mega-doses of vitamin D. In the evenings, after a leisurely dinner, they could go out and sample whatever Marseille had to offer in the way of nightlife.

      At the end of la rue de la Republique, Alain turned right onto the Quai du Port. When he reached the hotel, he paused outside the main entrance to drink in the vibrant sights and sounds of life, Mediterranean style.

      His first and last time in Marseille was a couple of lifetimes ago—the summer he’d spent travelling around Europe and the same year he finished college. Back in the days when he’d still been young and foolish. Despite the passage of time, everything looked, sounded and smelled pretty much the way he remembered...the incredible deep blue of the cloudless sky above, the fascinating twist the locals put on the language by adding an extra e to certain words, the roar of the traffic on la Canabiere, the city’s famous main street, and the ever-present smells of French coffee, French tobacco, and the sea.

      The day was hot, the temperature hovering somewhere in the mid-nineties, and the air thick with the delectable aromas of frying fish and roasting meat. There were also tempting hints of other ingredients essential to the creation of the dishes being served to the lunchtime crowd at the cafés around le vieux port...things like garlic and fresh, local herbs.

      The thought of Provencal fish soup, salade Nicoise, and stuffed mussels made Alain salivate, but lunch would have to wait until he checked with the hotel clerk for messages.

      When Alain mentioned coming to Marseille on business, James suggested they should meet up here to begin their vacation—four weeks on the French and Italian Rivieras. Alain had flown in from Montreal, via Paris, yesterday. James, who’d just finished a six-month assignment at his company’s London office, was supposed to meet up with him sometime later today or tomorrow, latest.

      The vacation was to celebrate James’ homecoming after their six-month separation and also Alain making partner at his law firm.

      The last time they spoke was two days ago. James had promised to call with the details as soon as he found a suitable flight, but Alain was still waiting. He didn’t know if it was because James couldn’t get a flight or if something bad had happened...like a sudden illness or an accident. Although, in that event, James would have found a way to let him know by now.

      He pushed his way through the hotel’s revolving door and joined the line at reception. After a short wait, it was Alain’s turn and the clerk beckoned him forward. Oui, m’sieu?

      Alain Lazier. Room 410. Are there any messages for me?

      The clerk concentrated on his monitor while his fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. A M’sieu James Barker called one hour ago at eleven thirty-five. The message I have here says he will call again later. Is there anything else, m’sieu?

      No. That’s fine. Thank you. I’ll go upstairs and wait for his call.

      Alain was excited at the prospect of seeing James again after their long separation. His pulse rate quickened as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

      The hotel was very new, very modern and, according to what the travel agent told Alain’s assistant, had opened less than six months ago. His room was at the front of the building. It was large, beautifully furnished, and overlooked the old port. A refreshing ocean breeze blew through the partially open balcony entrance to greet him as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Dropping his briefcase and laptop on one of the chairs, he took off his sunglasses, put them on the bureau, and hung his jacket in the closet.

      At some point, he needed to call his assistant, Suzi, and have her let the client know that the dispute had finally been settled with a straight fifty-fifty split of the property in question. However, with Montreal six hours behind Marseille, Suzi wouldn’t be at work for another two hours. He made a mental note to do it later.

      He took off his shoes and stretched out on the king-size bed. He was too wound up anticipating James’ call to sleep or even doze, but at least he could rest his eyes.

      He ran a hand down his flat belly and pressed it against his cock. He wasn’t fully aroused, but thinking about being with James again...especially the way James’ mobile mouth took possession of his dick, and how his clever fingers sought out every erogenous spot on his body. The way James eased into lovemaking with tiny licks and nibbles, then gradually increasing the tempo until—

      As his body began to react, Alain closed his mind to James’ expertise in matters pertaining to sex and got off the bed. If he kept thinking along those lines, he’d be exhausted when James arrived, instead of desperate to get naked and make up for lost time.

      He went out onto the balcony and leaned against the railing, taking in a few of the sights he still remembered...the church of Notre Dame de la Garde on the hill to his left, and the twin Forts of St. Jean and St. Nicolas guarding the entrance to the Old Port straight ahead. Traffic in the Old Port was pleasure craft and tourist ferries. It was also where the fishing boats came each morning to

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