FACE THE MUSIC
K.M. NEUHOLD
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 05.20.18
COVER DESIGN:
K.M. NEUHOLD
Blurb:
Lincoln
I thought there was only one thing I needed to make
me happy. I was so sure becoming a rock star would heal the dark corners inside
me. But every time I walk onto the stage, with a roaring crowd screaming my
name, all I can think about is the boy I left behind. All I want to do is
rewind and make a different choice.
Jace
I thought I hated Lincoln when he ghosted me ten
years ago and destroyed my heart. I thought I hated him when he wrote a
chart-topping hit about our idyllic young love. But I’ve never hated him as
much as I do right now, standing in front of me like he has every right to be
in my world again. He’s not the rock god I thought he was...he’s still that
same lost boy I used to love. Can I ever trust him with my heart again?
***Face the Music is the first book in the Replay
series. Each book in the series will focus on a different band member getting a
second chance at love. Each book can be read as a stand-alone. This book
contains descriptions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and sexy times.
Excerpt:
The icy wind bites at my skin, but another swig of
whiskey helps to chase the chill away. The air smells like snow. I do a mental
calculation and realize it’s only two weeks until Christmas.
When I was a kid, I loved Christmas. This time of
year felt so magical and joyful. The smell of cookies baking in the oven, the
twinkling lights of the tree, making a wish list of presents you hope Santa
will bring.
Another gulp from the bottle clenched in my numb
fist. It stopped burning on the way down about a half hour ago, right around
the time the far-off city lights started to blur.
There’s no magic now. My kitchen is empty of anyone
baking any sort of treats. I can’t remember the last time I bothered to get a
tree. They’re not much fun to decorate all on your own. Plus, what’s the point
if no one else will be there to enjoy it with you? As for a wish list...there’s
only one thing I’d put on that list and it’s something—someone—I had and tossed
away too many years ago.
My legs are unsteady under me as I walk to the edge
of my balcony to look down at the street below.
Certainly the fall would kill me. But who would
care?
I can see the headline now…Rock star Jumps to Death
from New York City Apartment.
But would they really care?
My bandmates might’ve cared a few years ago, before
everything started falling apart, before we were at each other’s throats
constantly.
If only I’d known the name of our band—Downward
Spiral— would be so apt when we chose it. Maybe it was a bad omen, or a jinx.
Maybe we were just cocky little pricks who were on top of the world and didn’t
think anything could ever knock us off.
I wobble as I lean farther over the railing,
testing the sturdiness.
I won’t really jump. That’s what I tell myself.
That’s what I always tell myself when I get into these dark moods.
I try to lift the bottle to my lips again, but it
slips through my fingers. I watch as it plummets downward and then shatters on
the sidewalk below.
I teeter again against the railing before taking a
step back and reaching into my pocket for a cigarette. I don’t even normally
smoke, just when I’m drunk and sad.
I can only imagine what Jace would say if he could
see me now.
I'm an author of m/m and new adult
romance. I have a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and
soul, and a bit of humor as well.
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