Romance Books About Musicians Novels & Stories

His voice was a low rumble. “Only the ones my barista can’t stop mentally undressing,” Cassie shot back, completely unbothered. Sarah choked. A gasp caught in her throat. “Cassie!” Her face flushed hot. “What?” Cassie shrugged, emerging from the back. She leaned against the counter. “I’m trying to help you get laid, girl. It’s called friendship.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. Jax walked to the counter, completely unbothered by the comment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in, his voice dropping low. Like every word was meant just for her. A secret shared between them.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

“And did you know, she produced it with her husband Chad.” “Oh, she’s got a husband?” I asked, suddenly intrigued. I didn’t know she has a husband. “Yeah, she’s with Chad right now but she used to be married with Deryck. He’s also a musician.” She says. I guess birds of the same feather flock together. I mean, musicians got a niche of their own so it’s no wonder that they end up marrying each other. What with having the same line of work and interests. But those kind of relationships can be short lived, as well.

Eric's grandfather and his wife were here, Ruby's aunt and about three workers from D'Writers were also here. The music playing was like that fancy elevator music we hear at a classy hotel. You know, the kind that's trying to be all sophisticated but just ends up being background noise. It was like a mix of violins and pianos, doing their best to make our scripted marriage seem more romantic than they really were. It was fancy, sure, but couldn't quite drown out the awkwardness I felt.

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"

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The strokes of her brush seemed to dance, each one a reflection of her joy and anticipation. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it to see another message from Romeo. He had sent her a voice recording of the new song he mentioned the night before. Avery plugged in her earphones and pressed play, closing her eyes as Romeo's voice filled her ears. The melody was beautiful, and the lyrics spoke of love and connection, resonating deeply with her own feelings. She could picture him strumming his guitar, lost in the music, and it made her heart swell with affection.

The booth can accommodate at least five tables. "Of course. I love privacy and I am a private person, besides, this gives us the opportunity to have an uninterrupted meal," he says. I can see the sense in what he is saying but this is a lot. When soft music starts playing in the background, that's when I realize how personal Jason made this dinner date. I can't help but smile at his efforts. " Do you like it?" He asks, pointing to the violinist playing the soft music. " I do." I reply, looking up at him. " It's really romantic."