RELEASE TOUR- Bare Wires by Cherime MacFarlane


AUTHOR: Cherime
GENRE: Romance

SERIES: Prequel to Wired For Sound (part of
The MacGrough Clan Series)

Lori Ann Reasor is about to get her big break, a
gallery owner in Brighton likes her work. To
celebrate she treats herself to tea in a posh
establishment. What she discovers there puts her
off men. She will stick with painting.
Hamish is trying to hold Bushmaster together long
enough to get them signed to a contract. With a
prima donna and a junky in the band, it’s not easy.
Bushmaster is on the verge of blowing sky high.
The two young people are converging as their
dreams play out. Can they both keep it together?

The album was done and over with when the band
went on tour once again. The first venue down, they
quickly had to go searching for a base player when
Miller nearly died of an overdose that morning. He
was done. A quick call to Warren had the man on
the phone to every agent he could find.
Hamish got a call just as they were getting ready to
leave the hotel for the airport. A very young bassist
had been signed and was on the first flight out of
L.A. He would meet them in Berlin. With a shake of
his head, Hamish informed the rest of the band in
the limo.
As Hamish was certain he might, Vincent had a
tantrum. How the hell was he expected to keep
everything working smoothly when the lineup was
constantly changing? Hamish endured the tirade in
silence with the rest of the men.
With a shrug, MacGrough broke out his flask. “Miller
isnae doin so well. Tha eejit nearly snuffed himself.
I’m nae sure how his family are gonna take it.”
The other members of the group felt something for
the man they had played with for years. Vincent
Slaughter didn’t give a damn about Sandy Miller.
Lurch’s dark eyes stared at Hamish whose fingers
were white where he was clutching the flask.
The message was clear when Walker shook his
tobacco brown head before turning to Vince. Lurch
was going to have a say. “You are a piece of work
man. Don’t you even give one tiny little shit about a
guy you’ve worked with for years?”
Thud joined in the chorus. “Use some of those
upper crust manners yur always yappin about. Shut
yur face for a bit. If Warren is sending tha kid, he
has tae know somethin.”
Vince opened his mouth to speak. Faced with the
frowns of the other players, he snapped it shut. For
a change their flight was quiet. No one felt up to
commenting on the plight of someone they had
known intimately for years.
Although born in New Orleans, I am proud to call
myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since 1977. I
have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear
bacon and I live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel
to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I was
my second husband’s chief mechanic’s helper and
roadie. I have cut firewood on shares. I worked as a
cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small
lodge on the Richardson Highway.
My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the
love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I
personally experienced hearing it from my in laws.
When my husband got on the phone to Scotland,
after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops
past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a
paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the
same firm.
Alaska is my home. I never thought I would love it
so much, I never want to leave. The beauty of
Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people
and the history. I have been captured by a place I
came to under duress. Life does play some
interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not
apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never
wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man
to run the river with and was my biggest fan.
RELEASE TOUR- Bare Wires by Cherime MacFarlane

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