Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway:
Starting From
Complete Collection Box Set
By Lane Hayes
Starting From Box Set Collection
Start from Zero, climb to the Top, and fall in love along the way…
So you want to be in a band, you want to be the best in the world, but you’ve got nothing but a dream. Is it enough?
Take a journey with the boys from Zero who take a chance and song, and build an empire with friends who become family. Age-gap, enemies-to-lovers, second chance, opposites attract, single dad, hurt/comfort.
This collection features the original five novels plus an additional five short stories, one of which is a brand-new Charlie and Ky exclusive!
Five complete novels, five short stories…
Starting From Zero
Starting From Scratch
– Charlie Gets a Cold *Bonus Short Story
– Charlie Does Thanksgiving *Bonus Short Story
Starting From Here
– Starting From Home *Bonus Short Story
Starting From Somewhere
Starting From the Top
– Starting From Family *Bonus Short Story
– Charlie Gets Jealous *Exclusive New Short Story
Starting From Box Set Collection features MM, bisexual, age-gap romance, and more…rock and roll style. The journey begins with a dream, a song, a few friends, and becomes a love story for the ages.
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The following morning, we bumped into each other in the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee, then leaned against the countertop, admiring his profile and sexy forearms. I had a thing for strong hands and masculine arms. But I was not allowed to have a thing for Dec.
“Let’s leave at two o’clock today,” I said grumpily.
Dec lifted his cup to his lips. “Okay. I’ll bring trip treats.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he countered.
“It’s a thirty-minute drive. Not a camping trip.”
“You’ve got to be prepared. What happens if you run out of gas and get hungry on the 405?”
“That’s not gonna happen. I have a full tank of gas, and we’re going after lunch.” I raised my mug in a mock toast.
“Hmph. I’m still bringing snacks.”
“Like what?”
“Popcorn, Skittles, corn nuts.”
“Do not bring corn nuts into my truck. Those things are gross, and they smell.”
He scoffed. “How about Funyuns?”
“Are you fucking with me? Those are worse.”
“Funyuns it is,” he teased. At least, I hoped he was teasing. “How do you want to do this? Should I meet you at a gas station?”
“Why would you do that?”
Dec glanced cautiously into the empty office space beyond the kitchen before running his finger down my chest. “We’re one-day-old boyfriends, T. What are the rules?”
I captured his finger and twisted it. “Fuck if I know. Since we’re also supposed to be friends who grew up together, I don’t think coming home to visit my mom is a red flag. But if you want, I’ll just tell the guys I’m dropping you off at the pharmacy to pick up your erectile dysfunction medication.”
Dec pulled his hand away and glared, but his lips twitched with humor, so it was kind of a wasted effort. “Very funny. I’m definitely bringing Funyuns.”
“Do not bring Funyuns,” I growled.
He brought Funyuns.
Dec flashed a wicked gleam and shook the package before setting it on top of the recyclable grocery bag he’d brought. “The party can officially begin.”
“If you open those, I swear I will leave your ass on the side of the road off the 405. Don’t try me,” I warned gruffly. “And what else did you bring?”
“You’ll see.” He clicked his seat belt on, then twisted to face me. “I couldn’t show up empty-handed. I haven’t seen your parents in years.”
“Hmm. Dad will probably be at work, but we may run into Mom’s knitting crew. I tried to time it so we won’t have a big overlap. But don’t worry. We’ll keep it brief. One hour, tops.” I cast a quick sideways glance at him as I turned onto the freeway entrance.
A classic rock, eighties fusion played on satellite radio. They were doing a double-header special featuring back-to-back hits from an odd combo of artists, like Depeche Mode and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
“Sweet Home Alabama” played in the background while we dissected our favorite rock anthems from every era and tried to guess which song they’d play next.
“It’s gotta be ‘Freebird.’ ”
“The ultimate anthem. Love that song. I want to write an anthem someday. I don’t know if I’d be any good at it, though. Pop-rock tunes are my sweet spot,” he said, tapping a rhythm on his knees.
“You’ve written a few nice ballads. I like the song I played with you. ‘The Magic,’ right?”
“Wow. You complimented me. I need to remember this date. This is fucking huge.”
The rush of warmth in his voice washed over me like a wave. “You don’t need me to tell you what you already know.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m an artist. I write and make music for a living, T. I need constant praise and adoration. I crumble when critics tell me they’ve heard better. I can’t win, but I keep trying. Which means I’m probably a masochist too.”
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About the Author:
Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.
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