BLURB:

Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.

At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.

You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.

Two days.

One playlist.

And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.

Excerpt:
Later that night, I was guilted into bringing Reid a plate for dinner since he was a no-show. Paige
had done everything to insinuate his absence had everything to do with me. Even at nine at night the
heat had a way of making the short walk to his apartment unbearable. By the time I reached his door, I was foaming at the mouth and desperately needed some water. I was on my fourth knock when Reid
answered the door with a towel wrapped around him and one of the plastic shopping bags from our trip to the store fastened around his cast. Steaming food in hand, I ignored the shock at the sight of him being close to naked and pushed past to set the hot bowl on his counter.

More surprise filtered through me as I took in the scarce furnishings. A worn mattress in the living room where the couch should be, an old box TV that had to be around ten years old, and a single chair on his open porch on the small balcony.

“I didn’t say you could come in.” Anger laced his voice as he moved to stand in front of me and obstruct my view. His chest was etched deep with muscle and covered in tattoos. I swallowed hard as I met his hard stare.

“Well, it was either you dropped that towel to take this plate, and I see you naked, or. . .”

Instantly, he dropped the towel and my eyes followed. He was wearing boxer briefs. I turned my back and started rummaging through his cabinet for a glass. They were empty, and I realized that the majority of his dishes were in the sink. To his credit, they were soaking in lukewarm, partially soapy
water. “I just need something to drink, and I’ll leave.”

“Suit yourself.” He moved toward the hallway and seconds later I heard his shower. On instinct, I began to wash his dishes as I glanced around his kitchen. It was completely void of life or color and
reminded me of a cheap motel room, just the bare necessities, and that was a generous assessment.

The trash loosely gathered on the side of the small faux granite island across from the sink, but I could see a large part of it was scattered, if not purposefully, across the floor. He’d obviously had a hard time getting it together and had a fit when it didn’t go his way. I suppressed a grin as I pulled a dustpan and brush from his empty pantry. Bare, other than the box of Trix and Ramen noodles that sat on the plastic shelf.

I glanced at the counter next to a cheap coffee maker and saw a final notice for Reid Crowne. He had a seventy-five dollar late fee attached to his rent. And they were threatening to evict him over it. Seventy-five dollars? Assholes.

I pulled a roll of Clorox wipes from beneath his sink and scrubbed down the counters before I pulled the trash out to his porch to take when I left. Reid didn't have a mop, so I was walking around his
kitchen with wipes on my Converse when he emerged freshly showered, his face stony as he watched
me.

“What in the hell are you doing?” His hair was matted as he rounded the counter in only his jeans, which hugged snugly at his hips. I saw a small amount of soap gathered behind his ear when he
tossed his freshly used towel on the island between us. I grabbed it and gave him a small smile. “Come here.”

“Uh, no. You were leaving.”

“Jesus.” I moved past him to find his bathroom, and as I suspected, his bedroom was empty, too. There was nothing there but the scattered remains of an old plastic hanger and an empty box for an old phone. It was if Reid was squatting in someone else’s apartment. In his bathroom, which was
surprisingly clean, I grabbed his shampoo and marched back into the kitchen. He was staring at the dishes in the wire dishrack where I’d set them.

“How long have you been in that cast?”

He turned to me with something close to annoyance. “Almost a month.”

I walked over to the sink and turned it on before I tested the temperature with my finger. “Well,” I motioned with my head, “come on.”

After realizing my intention, his shoulders stiffened, and he shook his head. “I’m managing.”
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Show Me the Way 

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At eleven he was my first crush. At sixteen he became mine. At nineteen he broke my heart and destroyed me. That was ten years ago and the last time I saw Cole Ryan.

They say you never get over your first love...I beg to differ. I left my shattered heart buried in a town I never expected to return to. I erased every thought of him and buried the memories never to be found.

I moved on...now ten years later I have the perfect life, the perfect fiancé, the perfect career. Everything I ever wanted until I'm forced to go back and face my past and the man that destroyed me.

He won't stop until I know the truth no matter how hard I fight it. In the end, lies will be uncovered, hearts will be broken, and my life as I've come to know it destroyed.

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