Hello,
Argh. Super busy
week so I missed the premiere of Haven
and will hopefully be catching up tonight. But… I did NOT miss the opening
episode of Sons of Anarchy. Holy
hell. Without giving too much away, I wanted Gemma to die a slow painful death
in the final frame of the series, but yeah, that's all changed. If died in the
next episode it wouldn't be too soon for me. Take that as a challenge to change
my mind, Mr. Sutter. Seriously.
Since I talked DC
last week, I'll throw in my excitement for Marvel's Agents of SHEILD and Agent Carter. I think I'll like having Peggy
take up the downtime between the two halves of AOS.
Tonight's post is
from Quit the Music, a novella where my main characters have someone in common,
but the person could break their relationship.
Here's the tagline:
Prosper Bates, bartender and music lover, hears Drew
Langerford play and his songs haunt her. Drawn to the gorgeous musician, she
falls hard for him, but when his mentor shows up, the new relationship may end
before it even gets started.
And a snippety peek…
Prosper stood at the sink behind
the bar and washed up the glasses from the night's business. A new musician
settled behind the piano and chatted with George. Prosper frowned. Who
auditioned after closing? Most of the talent came in around eleven, before the
bar got busy with happy hour, to have the owner listen to their spiel. This
guy, Drew something, asked to play after last call.
Rinsing the glasses, Prosper let
her gaze wander over the potential new Friday night draw. Average height, with
a lean build, he had dark and handsome working for him. Their female clientele
would stick around for the good looks. But his hands would be the true test.
Her dad always believed anyone could play, but true talent had everything to do
with the magic in the fingers.
Placing the dishes in the
drainer, Prosper grabbed a towel to start drying. Drew ran a few scales,
getting a feel for the upright, and then he launched into a quick medley of
popular tunes. George bobbed his head to the beat of the music. Prosper's lips
quirked. Her boss loved upbeat, happy songs and Drew had a solid repertoire,
playing continuously while she finished up and lined the glasses along the back
of the bar.
George extended his palm and
sealed the deal for a new piano player. After clapping Drew on the back, George
made his way toward the back office and Drew began a new song, something
Prosper hadn't heard. The melody had a familiar strain, but the haunting notes
echoed in her mind. Prosper did some busy work, not quite ready to leave,
wanting to listen to the end.
When Drew finished, he rose
slowly, and met her gaze.
She nodded in the direction of
the piano. "You're very good." She placed the towel over the rack.
"Prosper Bates. Nice to meet you."
Drew smiled. "Drew
Langerford, and thanks. I had a great mentor."
I'm having fun
putting the pieces in place for this story. So far, Prosper is guiding the
flow, but I think Drew is about to make his presence known in my head. :D
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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