Novel & Cerita Romance Books About Musicians

We sat down and she ordered a carafe of local Mataro, a deep, strong red from some of the oldest vines, a Pancha of tapas- dates. Across the way, in the plaza garden, the musicians strummed a few chords on his guitar. The food was delicious, the wine even better, as elements. But I didn't consume much. "I thought you were mad at me?"I said, more like a question. "You know," she said dreamingly passing over my question. "Hmm.." I hummed. "There is something about you that makes me feel wicked. You make me want to do shocking things," she said while smiling.

Shocking enough, I saw a lady crying while telling her friends how he almost touched her. "So, tell me, Bethel; how was it? Tell me you didn't enjoy it" Nicole said, smiling and I scoffed. "You know me, Nicole; I'm not a music person' I replied. "And whoever said you needed to be a music person before falling in love with Ryan? Anyway, I know you're just bluffing. You're definitely crushing on Ryan more than I do' she said and I glared at her and she laughed. I just hope my driver's still waiting for me.

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

Inside the restaurant, Alexa was surprised to find a completely empty restaurant, save for the waiters and waitresses, who were all blushing in their corners. They found it very romantic that a man would book an entire restaurant, just to have dinner with his woman. She followed a trail of red roses through the dimly lit space, which led her to the center of the beautifully decorated restaurant, two men holding a guitar in their hand. Her ears went red when she realized what was going on. This was the kind of scene she used to read in books! Leonardo had done all these for her! The men started playing their guitars, while singing her favourite song -- And You Give by Matthew Barber.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Ace remarked. "I'd still have to go to the Vet MC to talk with the ladies. Raine, Kim, and Sam are telling their stories." She explained. "That shouldn't be a problem." Ace replied. "And before you ask, I'm only writing about the romance part and names are changed. Nothing about real club business. Everything I write is purely made up. After all you have to have some drama and bad boy stuff to spice up the reading and keep the readers entertained." Pamela explained. "I have one question." Ace replied.

He turned me towards him and he kissed my forehead. “So, Christy I heard from a birdie a traitorous birdie that I am your favorite musician is that true.” “Yes, you are the reason why I can play piano, the violin, the cello and a lot of other instruments. And I listen to your music nonstop. It always makes me feel better on days that I’m stressed out.” “Wow that’s amazing, Christy. Thank you so much.” “For what?” I asked. “Not many people like my music especially with Bach out there and other musicians. And especially now in the twenty first century no one listens to classical or romantic era music anymore.”

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

“Would you be willing to do that, though? Spend all of your time hanging out with a bunch of musicians? We are an odd bunch, you know. We talk about things most people don’t know anything about.” Chuckling at her, Trent said, “I know what you talk about, Bree. I’ve been around you and your musician friends a lot recently.” There were always other musicians at the clubs, and Bree would spend a lot of time talking to them before and after her shows while Trent stood there and smiled and tried to relate to what they were talking about. “I’ll be fine.” “All right. Well, nothing’s for certain yet. Just something to think about.” She smiled and took another bite of her dinner.

Slowly the music picked up speed and told me to get closer to Edmund. I pulled up the stool and sat across from Edmund. He just took a sip of the clear wine, pulled his tie several times, and unbuttoned his coat. "That's Lumiere's music by Stephan Moccio." I just raised my eyebrows and nodded. Edmund meant the piano. The piano music made me feel hot and cold. Cold from the night and hot from being around Edmund. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't tell you I was having dinner with Emily and her boyfriend." Edmund was still silent. He is always handsome in all situations. I don't know when I'll find the ugly Edmund.