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 him, making their relationship toxic, but too focused on his band, Jase lets it slide, causing him to almost miss out on the kind of love that lives 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?
Jase tells Garrett about his writers block and suggests they write together
“Hey. What are you doing here?” Garrett’s smile told Jase he didn’t mind Jase just stopping over.
The knot in Jase’s stomach untied. “I grew stir crazy at home. Needed a fresh space.”
Jase handed Garrett a beer, then pulled a chair over.
Garrett took a swig of the beer, and his body relaxed. “How are things with the new album?”
Jase hesitated for a moment. Maybe he needed this. To talk to someone concerning the rut he’d been facing. Gain insight into what he was missing. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes. “Shitty,” spilled from his lips.
Garrett leaned forward, his brows furrowed, and a frown marred his face. “What do you mean?”
“I’m trying to come up with new material. In two months, we’re back in the studio, and I’m working with nothing.”
“What’s the problem?” The concern emanating from Garrett helped Jase share his fears.
“I don’t have a clue. I had a couple of decent days, and now I’m stuck. Everything I write turns into the same tune. There’s nothing else. I keep hitting a wall.” Jase’s shoulders sagged, and the usual nerves he’d been dealing with came crashing back, causing an ache in his stomach.
“What do you think’s holding you back?”
Jase scrubbed his eyes. “I have no idea.”
“Has this happened in the past?”
“No. Maybe.” Jase’s gaze moved to his fidgeting hands. “Back when I first started writing for the band. When I first started having deadlines—the stress would block my brain. But since then, no, I haven’t had a problem. I have no idea why whatever is happening is happening now.”
“I can see the stress being a problem,” Garrett said. “If I sit, ready to write, I have the hardest time. It’s once I’m busy doing something else that the ideas come to me. That’s the reason I’m always traveling with a notebook.”
“Me too,” Jase agreed. “But right now, the pages are blank. The flow’s dried up.” Jase took a drink. Both men sat silently—Jase with too many thoughts. Then one pushed forward, and with no filter, Jase blurted out, “We should do something together.”
Garrett twitched. “What?”
“Shit. Why didn’t that come to me sooner? We should write something together.”
“Yeah, right.” Garrett smiled and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, right. It’s a wonderful idea.” Goosebumps covered Jase’s arms. “Your style is just what the band needs.”
“I’m sure something’ll come to you.” Garrett peeled pieces of the label from his beer, no longer looking at Jase. “I don’t think you need my help.”
“That’s exactly what I need,” Jase insisted. “You’re really good.”
“Thank you.” A flush swept across Garrett’s face.
“I’m serious. Your songs rock.” The urge to shake Garrett was strong. “Together, we could do something great.”
Garrett continued to pick at the beer label. “I’m sure whatever you write will end up awesome, but I’m not sure I could add anything to it.”
Jase fisted his hands and whispered, even though he wanted to shout. “Bull shit.” Jase had had enough.
“Your songs are as impressive as any I’ve written.”
Garrett’s laugh sounded hollow. “I’m not too sure about that, but thank you!”
“You need to cut yourself a break.”
Garrett just shook his head.
I’m a fan of rock star romances. I love seeing the behind the scenes stuff, how they live, etc. But this was just…boring. There was nothing really WRONG with it (except the whole lack of management, record companies, photo shoots…), it was a nice story, but there was no real heat or passion. It was just forgettable.
Jase, rock star extraordinaire, is with a crappy boyfriend who ignores him constantly, whines when they are together, doesn’t answer calls and blames everything on his career. HELLO! Red light dude! Jase just comes off as a doormat. Who puts up with that?
He meets Garrett when he stops into a restaurant and Garrett is the entertainment. Jace is immediately drawn to the music, and obviously to Garrett but somehow he doesn’t see it. They end up writing some music together but Jace is hot and cold. Mostly because of the stupid boyfriend.
I’m sure you can see where this is all going…
The book was fine. The story was fine. The sex scenes were fine. But just fine isn’t good enough for me.
2.5 pieces of eye candy
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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