The first posters on my wall were from musicians. No, I won't tell you who, it'd date myself but those teenage crushes were replaced by other singers and musicians. Why do many of us fall for those type of men? First of all, they are sexy. From the minute they open their mouths, we dream of being the woman they are singing about. We long for being on their arm at the award shows and on stage. Second, they exude a confidence we are drawn to. Finally, they usually have the body to fantasize about. Seb is a jazz musician and has always been a ladies man. Now he's found the one woman who might make him ready to settle down. Blurb: Her life is uncomplicated. He’s about to turn it upside down with a single kiss. Growing up as the daughter of a world-famous violinist has had its drawbacks for Maelie Barre. After spending most of her life trying to build a name for herself separate from her father’s, she finally has her dream job as a respected violin teacher. With a pedagogy book in the works, everything seems to be falling into place until an incredibly hot saxophonist moves into the studio next to hers. Sebastian Adams is struggling. After an epic, alcohol-infused fall from grace as the best tenor saxophonist in the country, he finds himself teaching private lessons back home in Chicago until he can prove he’s recovered. To his shock, teaching is not the walk in the park he thought it would be and when his tightly wound studio neighbor starts appearing in his dreams, he is certain he’s finally lost it. A couple of arguments and an unexpectedly hot kiss later, they can’t deny their attraction. But can Maelie let Seb turn her quiet life upside down? And how far will Seb go to keep her in his arms? EXCERPT: “So.” She held out a hand. “Let me get this straight. Because I don’t enjoy jazz, you’re inferring that I don’t appreciate true musicianship or have a refined mind, and somehow that means I’m uneducated. Did I get it all?” He shrugged. “Yeah, I think I made it pretty clear. You’re obviously hanging on to the past. Beethoven this, Bach that, the same music vomited up a thousand different times. But jazz...” He could feel his voice reflecting his passion. “Jazz is alive, it’s ever-changing, it breathes like—” “A monster?” she interrupted his train of thought. He laughed, which made her even redder. “See ...” He gestured at her. “You’re not even the tiniest bit open to the thought that you might be wrong.” She crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. “And you think insulting my intelligence will somehow help change my mind?” He took a step closer to her and felt the temperature rise in the room. He could feel her attraction as real as he could feel his chest rising and falling to his own heated breath. “Oh, Miss Barre,” he growled, “I guarantee I can change your mind.” Her eyes flared at his lowered voice, and he could see her breath catch in her chest. She raised her hand to her neck. She had the longest, most exquisite fingers he had ever seen, and he had a sudden image of those sleek fingers trailing down his bare chest and lower still ... He had to swallow back the urge to grab them. New release |