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    Dirty Sexy Movie Money
    Dirty Sexy Movie Money
    Dirty Sexy Movie Money
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    Dirty Sexy Movie Money

    By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

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    Maurice Barks was a driver, big time racer until an accident in Florida made him rethink his life choices. Now, Maurice is exploring other avenues. When an indie film production comes to San Antonio in need of a driver for some car chase material, Maurice gets the job. He needs the best engine man around to build up the cars. Enter mechanic Dennis Turner.

    The accident that took Maurice out of racing was partially Dennis' fault, so when the mechanic gets the offer, there's no refusing it. The money is good and he is desperate. Having the freedom to decide for himself would have been better.

    Whether big or small, no film production is free from drama. It's the coin of the entertainment industry, after all. Drama and desire fuels every choice. Anthony Cluney is a hot actor in more ways than one, and he has plenty of experience with movie set spectacles. What he doesn't have a lot of experience with is a man like Dennis. But he wants some. In the worst possible way . . .

    The movie is low-budget compared to Hollyweird blockbusters, but yearnings run hot and impulse control is at an all-time low under this Texas sunshine. Even in the world of low budget features, Dennis will discover ordinary lives aren't worth half as much as DIRTY SEXY MOVIE MONEY.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTwice Told Tales II
    Release dateJul 15, 2018
    ISBN9780463223413
    Dirty Sexy Movie Money
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    Kaysee Renee Robichaud

    "Kaysee Renee Robichaud ... balances perfect amounts of ... eroticism and adventure." -- Julian van de Camp,Wings of Steam BlogKaysee Renee Robichaud has been publishing her erotica and romantic fiction since 2008, through such well known book pulishers as Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Cleis and Alyson Books. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including the Lambda Award finalist Women of the Bite, edited be Cecilia Tan. An audio version of her story "Adrift" appeared as episode 226 of the Nobilis podcast."Kaysee Renee Robichaud's [writing is] intense, nuanced ... poignant, [and] moving..." -- Sacci Green, Erotica RevealedKaysee Renee has lived all over the United States, but currently resides in southern Texas, where the winters are actually a lot like her childhood autumns. The summers, though, are pretty rough. She is eternally grateful for air conditioning, though a little sweat is good for the fiction."Kaysee Renee Robichaud [tells] a ... playful story, written in a breezy style." -- Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed

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      Dirty Sexy Movie Money - Kaysee Renee Robichaud

      Dirty Sexy Movie Money

      By: Kaysee Renee Robichaud

      One: A Job Offer You Can't Refuse

      When Maurice Barks flashed a fistful of green and a mouthful of gold, Dennis felt the wooden chair become a hot seat. He shifted from the discomfort. Even a nearby ceiling fan did little to alleviate the sudden mugginess. Its lazy spinning blades pushed the Chinese restaurant’s conditioned air around ceiling, but let nothing go the distance to ground level.

      I got a job offer for you, Barks said, and you’re going to say yes. This from a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt covered with brown hula chicks and shiny white skulls.

      That how it is? Dennis asked.

      You bet your ass that’s how it is. Barks had a pretty face. Good lines, nice cheekbones, built in suntan, dazzling blue eyes. Even the gold grill did nothing to rob him of his innate prettiness. He was forty-four, but looked ten years younger. His looks could and did still set up and knock down hearts aplenty. Dennis frowned as he recalled an old ache making a minor comeback. Barks said, And let me tell you why. Remember the little trouble I had during the Loop-De? I could’ve died out on that racetrack.

      How could Dennis forget? The Florida summer swelter had been brutal—not too different from sitting in this chair—and that had been before Barks’ engine had started screaming for mercy. Dennis said, You made it back to the pit.

      The engine oil was dangerously low, though Dennis had signed off on it before the race began. Turned out there were enough cracked gaskets and loose lines for a bad, bad accident. Dennis had never been a true believer, but it was a damn miracle Barks racer hadn’t seized out there. A seize and stop would have been a recipe for real disaster: a crash at best, a big time pile up smash job at midgrade, and a fireball bright sunflower blossom in the worst case scenario slot.

      Sure, I made it in. But I almost didn’t. My skill got me back. Barks said. Way I figure it: you owe me and you owe me big. So you’re going to say yes today.

      Dennis said nothing. Those same skills had led to a couple of near-lethal crashes with the wall and other cars.

      Barks shrugged. Besides, I ain’t asking something for nothing. No gratis work, here. This is the listen to the offer cash. It’s yours no matter if you’re stupid or smart. He tossed the money clipped bills on the table like they was popcorn for the geese. A big shot's move.

      The money clip was outrageous bling. A four-leaf clover studded with green gems too clear to be natural. Lab created bullshit.

      There was a fifty on top, folded around half a dozen other bills. If they were all Ulysses $. Grants, he would make more coming to this lunch than he had in the last three months.

      That’s not you, Dennis said.

      What you saying?

      You’re not Irish.

      The grin turned icy. You know this how?

      'Maurice Barks' isn’t an Irish name. And look at you.

      Look at me? What's that supposed to mean?

      Black Irish, I've heard of. But that means hair. Not . . . Dennis encapsulated Barks' condition with a wave of the hand.

      You making this a race thing? My daddy was white.

      I'm just saying.

      Maybe I like lucky fucking clovers.

      Maybe that’s not you.

      Maybe you ought to take the cash and shut your trap. Let Daddy talk today.

      I’m not your bitch, Dennis said, but reached forward to gobble the offered crumbs like a good goose.

      As soon as he picked the clover, Barks said, "You

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