Star-crossed
lover find each other after years apart, can they repair the pieces of their
broken relationship for a second chance at love?
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Title: Broken Little
Melodies
Author: Jennifer Ann
Genre: Contemporary Rockstar Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2017
Blurb:
Star-crossed lovers…
Deep among the Jeffrey Pines of Lake Tahoe,
Isabelle Martin and Roman Stone find comfort in each other at a summer camp for
musically gifted teens where their love grows stronger every year. But they
couldn’t be more different. She’s an orphan from the West Coast running with
the wild crowd, and he’s a rich kid from New York hiding the scars of an
abusive home. When their worlds finally collide, the future they planned comes
crashing down around them and Belle is forced to cut Roman from her life
without any explanation.
Five years later…
Roman’s on top of the world. His successful rock
band is preparing for their first headlining tour, but when he unexpectedly
runs into Belle, old feelings for her come rushing back, and his new found
bravado fails him.
Belle has learned that some things in life have
the power to break your spirit, and trying to forget Roman has made her
bitter—she’s merely a waitress headlining a bar-band, and he’s had everything
handed to him on a silver platter. Seeing him again makes her question whether
time can mend a broken heart.
Their struggles brought them together, and their
differences tore them apart, but now that they’re together again, can they
repair the broken pieces and get a second chance at love?
Excerpt:
It wasn’t until after
dinner when we were told to gather around the campfire that I caught sight of
Roman again. Sitting in a chair far away from my bunkmates, my heart hammered
in my chest when he came into the firelight. The way he swaggered ahead of a
pack of loud boys, passing out high-fives and flashing a charming grin to the
girls, made it seem he was the unofficial king of camp. His endearing
personality seemed to win everyone over. The way the other guys watched him as
if waiting for cues on when to laugh at his jokes, and when to plop down into
the open chairs, they may as well have been on their knees, bowing to him. And
the other girls became animated, passing him flirty looks while whispering to
each other and giggling behind their hands.
A tall guy with deep dimples—I’d later discover he was
Roman’s seventeen-year-old counselor—stepped out from the darkness. He leaned
his head back and crooned in a strong baritone, “Good ev-en-ing, camp-ers!”
Everyone around me replied with the same enthusiastic
greeting, their strong, united voices rising up like a prayer to the
beautifully star-lit sky. I was grateful it was dark so no one could see me
blushing. It wasn’t the first time I was the only one who didn’t know what to
do, like when going the wrong way through the dinner line, or where to find the
sheets to make my bed. No one was eager to help me out until our counselor
arrived mere minutes before the evening sound off.
“All right! Sounds like you guys are raring to go
tonight!” The guy rubbed his hands together, smiling. “As most of you probably
already know, I’m Eric. Are there any newcomers here among us this summer?”
Bile rose in my throat when every one of my bunkmates
swung their gaze in my direction. I tried making myself smaller, hoping no one
would say anything. Then Roman’s pretty eyes found me over the flickering
flames dividing us, and his wide lips curved with a bright, reassuring smile.
A little of my discomfort began to melt away until he
called out, “Isabelle from Fresno!”
If there wasn’t a fire between us, I would’ve run over
and punched him in the arm. When all eyes landed on me, I was sure I was going
to pass out from embarrassment.
“Isabelle, we’re delighted to have you!” Eric shouted in
my direction, holding his hands out like some kind of prophet. Although kind of
strange, it was the warmest greeting I had received since stepping foot on Camp
Oscines. “You’ve probably already heard a little bit about what we do at the
nightly sound offs, but don’t be afraid to raise your hand if you have any
questions. You don’t have to perform in front of this group until you feel
comfortable, even if it takes all summer, although I’d like to think you’ll be
ready long before then. Which voice part do you prefer?”
“Alto?” I squeaked out.
Eric clapped his hands together, making me jump a
little. “Perfect! Holler if you need help picking up the alto part on any of
the songs!”
I bit down on my lip, afraid I would burst out laughing.
Eric was a hyper guy, and I wasn’t sure what to make of him. I happened to meet
Roman’s gaze again over the flickering flames, and his lips quirked with a
different kind of smile—one that felt special compared to the one he gave the
girls earlier. It was slow and gentle, fueled by sincerity.
Eric spoke again, taking Roman’s attention from me. “Who
wants to start us off on the solo round tonight?”
Roman jumped to his feet. “I’ll go.”
I was both impressed and taken back by his willingness
to go first. His beautiful eyes disappeared behind closed lids as he cleared
his throat and tipped his head backward. The second the first few hummed bars
vibrated against his throat I knew exactly what he was doing before the lyrics
fell from his lips.
My heart skidded to a stop as his gravelly voice sang
Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl” in a rendition unlike anything I had heard
before. The song was one of my aunt’s favorites, but this sounded like
something entirely different from the CD she played non-stop. It was slow and
moving, practically bringing tears to my eyes.
I tried to pretend it was a coincidence he chose that
song, that he had rehearsed it all school year, knowing it’s what he wanted to
sing before we even met, and that he wasn’t in any way trying to single me out.
Then his eyelids flipped open on the chorus, fixating on me, and I melted into
the Adirondack chair.
I suddenly understood the reason why his parents sent
him across the country for the summer. The reason he was so popular among the
campers, making all the girls giddy the minute he appeared: Roman didn’t just
have a stunning voice. He was a born performer. The way his body twisted when
his hands came out at his sides, the way his chin lifted when he hit the high
notes—it was like watching a seasoned pop star in a music video. It was kind of
cheesy, but it also somehow made him irresistibly cute.
A dizzying range of emotions washed over me, from
embarrassment to flattery to paranoia that he was doing this as some kind of a
joke. But once he was finished and comically bowed to the burst of applause
before sitting, he once again gave me one of those special smiles that made me
feel like I was the only girl in the entire world.
It was the first time I had swooned over a boy, with or
without pretty eyes.
But it would be far
from the last.
About
Jennifer Ann:
Jennifer Ann is the
author of ten contemporary romance novels with complex love stories. Like her
characters, she's in love with the city of New York, trips on airplanes or the
back of her husband's Harley, and everything rock and roll. Sometimes you can
catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while
trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.
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