Night Sounds

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Chicago jazz pianist Joe Barbarello, on the night of his greatest success at Chicago's Ravinia, spots a beautiful woman in the audience and can't look away. He goes home with her and stays for three days and nights. After he comes up for air he discovers that this woman, Zoey Bauer, is the prime suspect in the brutal knife slaying of her former lover--a murder committed five days before Joe met her. But Chicago detectives working this case don't believe Joe met her only three days ago. Enter a roster of colorful ...
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Chicago jazz pianist Joe Barbarello, on the night of his greatest success at Chicago's Ravinia, spots a beautiful woman in the audience and can't look away. He goes home with her and stays for three days and nights. After he comes up for air he discovers that this woman, Zoey Bauer, is the prime suspect in the brutal knife slaying of her former lover--a murder committed five days before Joe met her. But Chicago detectives working this case don't believe Joe met her only three days ago. Enter a roster of colorful characters who want in the worst way to help solve the mystery of who killed Jay DaVolo. Every person Joe meets in Zoey's Gold Coast world had a good reason to kill DaVolo. They're all filthy rich, greedy for more, and involved in a multi-million dollar double-scam that has encircled the globe. Joe has to outwit this crew to prove his own innocence, and the innocence of the enigmatic woman with whom he becomes so sexually obsessed that he might lose his freedom--or his life.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781592798995
  • Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC
  • Publication date: 8/28/2003
  • Pages: 246
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.62 (d)

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CHAPTER 1

I was twenty-eight years old, running keyboard at Ravinia with the group I'd formed after years of struggling on my own when I saw Zoey for the first time. This gig was only one night at the Summer Festival, and only one set, but it was finally, after all this time, Ravinia. It was also one of those clear Chicago summer nights that sprays music over the countryside like a ton of rampaging Fourth of July fireworks and seduces a guy into believing all his dreams will come true right now and from now on. For me, Joe Barbarello, this night had been a long time coming.

We had just finished an original number we called "Scramblin" and slid into our version of Ramsey Lewis's "Wade in the River," which always got the crowd going, when I peered into the audience, trying to savor this moment enough to keep it forever, trying to embed all the sounds and colors and feelings coming at us in rolling waves into my memory. But halfway through the second number my eyes stopped working the crowd because I spotted her sitting alone in the front row and I couldn't look away. Yeah, fate has a way of running all over you sometimes no matter what you do to stop it, but who wanted to stop it? Not me. I was onstage having the best night of my life, and she was only thirty feet or so away, sitting in the audience.

Streaks of red blended into purple as the sun took its final bow of the evening, shooting its summer brilliance one last time through the open-air walls of the Pavilion. Lights embedded in the ceiling sparkled like a million stars overhead and a spotlight bounced over the front row, landing on her hair and turning it into more shades of gold than I'd ever seenbefore on anyone. I lost four beats while I was looking at that hair. She was wearing a pair of shorts that looked like they'd been poured on, a white v-necked sleeveless T-shirt that definitely had been poured on, and my glance swept over her legs–there went another four beats–and up into eyes that reminded me of the ocean off the beaches of Italy where my dad was born and we used to visit every summer until the year he died.

She never took those eyes off me. The only movement they made was up and down, back up again. It reminded me of the hookers in some of the bars I'd played in who were forever trying to decide whether I'd be worth a freebie or not. But these eyes and the way they moved over me were different. This woman wasn't about to say no to anything.

By the time we reached our last song I'd been doing some major fantasizing while my hands slid over the keyboard and my mind slid over her. We were ending our set with my original composition, a smooth, rolling thirty-two bar tune I called "Dustrollers," and Fuzz and I were swapping fours on the last chorus, trying our damnedest to outdo each other while Pinky and Dave strutted around onstage the way they always did, generating screams from the females in the audience. The crowd was digging it as much as we were, and I knew there were people from major recording studios in the audience. Columbia, Sony, Vibrant.

I couldn't afford to foul this up. I'd waited too many years, played in too many bars where the tips were bad and the booze was worse, spent too many nights in my apartment playing the same chord over and over until I either got it right or Fuzz pounded on the wall and screamed at me to quit making that noise or he'd kill me. So I tried not to look, but sitting there in the front row was all that hair and those eyes and those legs, and I was only eight months past my divorce. I probably should have stopped looking, but you know what they say about hindsight and foresight. I had no idea of the danger and disruption to my life that would come because of my immediate and total obsession with her. We never do. That's God's way of having fun with us.

And even if I had known, could I, at that moment, have looked away and never glanced back? I don't think so. The pull between us was already too strong; it was making a boiling hot mess of my insides and we hadn't spoken a word. A tiny voice over my shoulder told me to look away and pay attention to what I was doing, but another voice, not much more than a seductive whisper, filtered through the music loud and clear in spite of its softness, telling me I'd been avoiding women long enough.

You know which voice won. By the time we'd finished "Dustrollers" the crowd was in a frenzy and so was I. I kicked my stool away before anyone could stop me, grabbed my charts, and headed for the front row.

* * * *

"So, you want to get married, or what?" I said by way of introduction, trying to ignore the teenagers crowding around asking for autographs.

"Married?" She gave a soft chuckle. "We might as well just live together, don't you think? Save a lot of lawyer's fees that way."

"Oh," I said, wishing I could ignore the little brunette who was waving an autograph book in my face, "a woman with a positive attitude."

She laughed. "The only thing I'm positive about is that I have an attitude."

"That's pretty clear, even to me." I patted my pockets to see if I had a pen so I could sign the autographs and leave with her. Only too aware that the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was watching me, I tried to look as though autographing was an everyday occurrence and I might have carried it off if I'd had a pen handy. But I never carried a pen, and apparently none of the autographees did either. One of them stood with her shirt pulled up, laughing and waiting for me to sign her bra. Yeah, today's kids. All guts, no glory.

Zoey reached into her purse and handed me a gold pen. "This will work on fabric," she said in an offhand voice. She stood back with her lips curled in a half-smile while I signed everything, including the bra.

They finally got enough autographs and left. I opened my mouth to try and outdo my first line when I spotted the guys in the band heading our way, so I grabbed her arm instead. "Let's go," I said, half-swearing inside because I couldn't think of anything more original. Her perfume was making me crazy. I wanted more of it. I wanted to bury myself in it and inhale until there was nothing left of it. But I just took her arm and tried to steer her toward the exit.

She glared at me and dug her heels in the grass, slowing us both down. "You really are an idiot, you know that? You weren't even carrying a pen. What was that, your first autograph?"

I glanced at her, laughing inside at her fire. "No, it wasn't my first one, but thank you so much for asking. Actually, I've signed lots of them."

"When, today?"

Copyright © 2003 by Beth Amerski

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2001

    Beth Anderson is on her way. And she isn't slowing down.

    Joe Barbarello has one goal in life. Nothing else matters to him except to get a record deal. He, and his jazz band, are good, and they know it. A record deal is in sight, and that is all that matters to Joe, and to the rest of the band. They are completely focused on that one end, the record deal. But then Joe meets Zoey Bauer. The sexist woman he has ever seen in his life. Now he has problems. Problems that he never asked for, and doesn't want. But he does want Zoey. He can't stay away from her. It seems the day before Joe met Zoey, she had woken up, that morning, to find her boyfriend, Jay Da Volo, laying stabbed to death next to her in bed. She swears that she has no idea what happened. But the police, and everyone else, believe differently. Everyone, that is except Joe. He believes her. Now it seems that the police even think that Joe may have actually been the one that killed Jay. Or at least helped Zoey kill him. And they will not give up until they prove it. It looks like the only thing that Joe can do, now, is find out who really killed Jay. Because he knows, or thinks he knows, that Zoey couldn't have. And he definitely knows he had absolutely nothing to do with it. But it looks like the police, his mother, and even his band members want him to leave it alone. Just let the police handle it. Better yet, dump Zoey. Joe just can't do that, if he doesn't find the real killer both he, and Zoey, will go down for the killing. A murder that he knows they are both innocent of. Ms. Anderson has done it again. She has come up with another winner. She takes you on a sexy roller coaster ride that you don't want to get off. Night Sounds will amuse you, make you laugh, make you cry, surprise you, shock you, and make you angry. The characters are both aggravating, and at the same time lovable. Amusing, and yet maddening. The story is fast paced, and holds your attention. You won't be able to put it down until you have read that last word. I recommend that everyone pick up a copy of Night Sounds, and get ready for the best time of your life. Because Beth Anderson takes you for a ride you won't soon forget. All I can add to this, is, look out Jackie Collins, Beth Anderson is on her way. And she isn't slowing down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2001

    Excellent story!

    Joe loved his jazz band. Then he met Zoey. They fell in love and the passion between them rocked their worlds! So did the relevation a few days later, that Zoey is the number one suspect in her former lovers death. <BR><BR> The police have reason to believe that Joe helped Zoey with the murder. The truth is, at the time of the murder, Joe and Zoey did not even know each other. Throw in a difficult mother for Joe, she is a real trip, and the funky musician friends, especially Fuzz, he is a blast, add to it the fact that this band is about to find out if they can make it in the world of music, and do not forget the police are dogging both Joe and Zoeys every move. Go on the journey with them as they set about to try to find the real murderer. And they are successful but at a cost. <BR><BR> ***** This story was a page turner, well written, strong script, strong characters, and will keep you guessing right up to the very end. A mix of happy and sad, this story was EXCELLENT! *****

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2001

    Night sounds is a reader's delight, a musician's dream.

    Joe Barbarello and his jazz band are on the brink of success. They have a gig at the Ravinia, a major night spot in Chicago and people from several recording company¿s are in the audience. Also in the audience is Zoey Bauer, beauty personified, and Joe¿s mind is more on her and the looks she¿s sending his way than on the record people. After the last set, he heads her way and his instincts are right on track. She finds him as attractive as he finds her. He leaves his band members behind and Zoey and Joe head for a late night meal and then her penthouse condo. Three nights later she tells him she has to go to work and it¿s time for him to leave. When he returns home to the apartment he shares with the band¿s drummer, Fuzz, he learns a representative from Vibrant Records is interested in the band. He also soon learns his new love, Zoey, is the chief suspect for the murder of her lover, Jay DaVolo. The twists and turns of this mystery break your heart as Joe soon comes under suspicion himself. Just as success for the band seems certain, it seems apparent Joe will throw it all away because of his love for Zoey. He¿s the only one who believes she is innocent. And the only one who knows for sure that he himself is innocent as well. Joe is an intelligent man, he has ideas he can find the killer himself. The cops, Burns and Lutz, don¿t appreciate his meddling. But through his and Zoey¿s efforts, the killer is unmasked. You will not be prepared for the identity of the killer. The conclusion will leave you gasping with surprise. The characters in this quirky mystery are all fully developed and include Joe¿s Jamaican mother, a woman of enormous talent herself, Fuzz, the drummer in the band, Pinky and Dave, the other two members. I loved them all. I enjoyed the witty dialogue and lush descriptions of Chicago and, as a musician, appreciated the rush of the recording session. This is a must read for anyone who loves mysteries and jazz. I highly recommend this book.

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