Music for love and danger
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Putting a playlist together for Chasing Sisyphus had nothing to do with taking my readers on a journey. How you read a book is your own experience, so it’s not my place to say what you should listen to.
So, at the time, I wasn’t expecting to share this ‘soundtrack’ of sorts. But, well, here it is…
Chasing Sisyphus: Music for love and danger
So, what’s it sound like? A bit of downbeat, bit of jazz, some retrowave, some ambient, some moody rock and pop.
I needed noir vibes, nostalgic vibes, urgent vibes. Music that would prime my skin for danger, transport me into the heart of Basilica City, into that warm, shrinking space between my heroine and hero while rain pours down on them.
Chasing Sisyphus excerpt:
Adria took a deep breath. Then another. The air was too thick in here. Shadows and sparks crept over her vision. Why was the floor moving?
She fumbled for the doorknob. No dice. Dried her hand on the towel and tried again. Cool air flooded in. Sweat prickled her skin. She blinked hard and rubbed water from her eyes. The dull carpet beneath her seemed to stretch on forever, a giant tilting landscape meeting a worn wallpaper horizon.
Detective Carver stepped toward her. He held out a cup and motioned for her to take it. She tucked a finger in the handle and clutched it in both hands. A dark crack streaked the rim like a wrinkle in a knuckle. Meanwhile, her own knuckles were pale.
“I guess I should thank you”—he smiled—“you know, for saving my life.”
“Don’t mention it,” she whispered, vision clearing as she sucked in a breath of fresh motel air.
The detective’s shirt hung, still wet, on the back of a chair. The contours of his chest and abdomen showed through his dark undershirt, accentuated by the sheen of composite fabric under lamplight. A shallow dimple creased the edge of his smile.
They’d come so close to not making it. But he’d cuffed her round the front. He was the sort of cop who’d do a thing like that. And the few seconds it bought made all the difference.
That’s why she went back.
He stood in front of her and knocked back his shot, the muscles in his wrist and arm flexing and twisting with the motion.
“Hey”—he looked at her—“something the matter?”
Heart racing, she downed her drink without a word and reached for him. She pulled his face to hers. His skin was warm. His breath was warm. Beneath the smell of liquor and earthy river water lurked the aroma of another person. A breathing person who caught her as she fell into him, as she kissed him, fumbling for something to hold onto.
The detective let go of his cup. It landed next to hers on the carpet. She kicked them both away. Her lips recognised him, recognised the sensation of life breathing between them both. Only this time, he was alive, too, hot and moving. His arms gripped her, holding her as she pushed her body toward him, against the growing need under his clothes. She was a buoy, slammed into him by waves in a storm. He clung to her, seizing fistfuls of her hair.
“What are we doing?” he gasped.
“We almost died tonight.”
She kissed him again, seeking his tongue where their lips met. Her nimble fingers worked the clasp of his belt. When it was undone, she peeled his undershirt from his muscular torso. His skin was cold beneath her touch, or were her hands hot from the shower? She looked at him. Right in the eye. She guided his hands up her waist and watched him intently.
“Fuck that, right?”
“Yeah”—he nodded—“fuck that.”
Chasing Sisyphus blurb:
Bounty hunter Adria Yuan is hot on the trail of her final hit: a notorious hacker wanted by the city’s elite. With the reward, she can pay for her brother’s surgery and finally get out of Basilica City. Trouble is, her line of work’s not exactly legal, and she’s barely staying ahead of the cops who want her target, too.
Detective Rhys Carver may be a little unorthodox, but he’s a good cop. Born and bred in Basilica, he does his part to keep his city clean. As clean as it gets, at least. And with Adria suddenly in his sights, it’s going to take more than falling in love for him to let her go.
As the pair close in on their mark, they are unwittingly drawn into a high profile conspiracy that could thrust the whole of Basilica into chaos. Can Adria and Rhys set aside their differences, and their desires, to save the only home they know?
About JL Peridot
JL Peridot never says no to a bit of aural pleasure. She loves listening to The Midnight while driving through the city at night. She’d do it at dawn too, but now in her 30s, she much prefers sleep. She writes romance and erotica from her home in Perth, Australia.
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