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Playing Our Song
by LA Bryce
Jase is famous around the world, and Garrett’s well known in his neighborhood. They’re two singers. One is living his dream, and the other is living his brother’s.
Jase’s boyfriend’s hostility has increased toward Jase, making their relationship toxic, but too focused on his band, Jase lets it slide, causing Jase to almost miss out on the kind of love that lived in his fantasies.
Garrett made a promise to his brother when he passed. But a mistake in its interpretation almost causes Garrett to live out his brother’s dream instead of reaching for his own.
Can these men spot and remove the obstacles stopping them from making beautiful music together before it’s too late?
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Exclusive from Playing Our Song:
Chapter 1 – Jase shows up the second time and talks to Garrett
Garrett’s pulse quickened the moment the guy entered the building. He had an electric current surrounding him, and the charge ignited Garrett’s nerves, causing them to tingle. He kept his focus moving around the room, trying to get through the song he was singing. The other day when Garrett had first noticed the man, Garrett had missed a cord on his guitar. It hadn’t been noticeable, but it’d still been cause for concern. This guy made Garrett feel things he’d never felt after only seeing him a few minutes. What the hell would Garrett do if the man stayed for Garrett’s full set?
Between songs, Garrett spotted him. He remained toward the back, surrounded by people, but stood out as if he were alone on a stage. He wore sunglasses, but Garrett could still feel the guy’s gaze burning into him. Grabbing his bottle of water, Garrett chugged it, trying to cool his insides. This guy made Garrett hot all over.
Garrett needed to get through the rest of his set. And to do that, he’d have to lessen the strange hold the guy had on him. It’d be hard, but he’d push through.
After propelling through a few more songs, Garrett spotted the wave of a hand from near the kitchen. One of the wait staff was letting him know his dinner was ready.
The thickness in the air brought about by the other guy watching had Garrett more grateful for a break than he’d ever been. He put his guitar against the chair and stood. “Thank you all for hanging out with me tonight. I’m going to take a quick food break, and I’ll be back in thirty.”
Garrett sat at the small table set up for him to use behind the little makeshift stage. Even though he was starving, Garrett took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed a minute to get his wacky nerves back under control before he had to sing again. He opened his eyes, took a bite of his burger, then froze, unable to swallow. The guy stood right behind Garrett. Garrett sensed him before seeing him. Coughing into his napkin, Garrett forced the food down his much too dry throat with the help of his soda.
“Hey. I was wondering if you could talk for a minute.”
Shit. The guy’s voice sounded as heavenly as he looked. “Sure,” Garrett choked out. Real smooth. He turned around and almost swallowed his tongue. Handsome from afar, this man transcended gorgeous close-up even with the baseball cap pulled low on his head.
“Wanted to say, you’re good. Really good.”
“Thanks.” Garrett’s skin warmed.
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About the Author:
L.A. is a contemporary M/M romance author who loves her men to work hard, play hard, and love hard.
She’s always lived in the northeast and has recently stretched her boundaries and moved farther north — the more relaxed lifestyle giving her more time to write — in theory anyway.
Among the things she loves besides writing and her family are her friends, those she writes with and those she writes about, reading, games (the kind with boards, not in love), her dogs, Nutella and Bok Choy, and the men and women from the military, past and present, who keep us safe.
When she finds herself stuck at the keyboard, her fingers refusing to move, her characters refusing to talk, she likes to take a break, blast some music, and dance like no one is watching her or sing her heart out into her hairbrush microphone.
She’s living her happily ever after and wants the same for all her characters. L.A. believes love comes in all different packages and each should be wrapped in a ribbon and cherished.
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