Wednesday, September 20, 2017

COVER REVEAL: Double Exposition by Jerica MacMillan





Double Exposition

Songs and Sonatas

Book 1

Jerica MacMillan

New Adult Romance

Release Date: November 6, 2017

Blurb:

A former boyband star gets a little musical education from a sexy violinist. Will they stay in different keys or find a way to play in tune?

The first time I saw her I knew I wanted her. And when she talked music with me? I didn't stand a chance.

When she found out my secret past—that I used to be a famous pop star—I expected her to fangirl all over me. Because even though it's been years since people cared about us, a ton of girls who grew up with our music still go nuts when they find out who I am.

Not Gabby. She was more interested in our future than my past.

I tried to stay away at first. She's so young, eighteen to my twenty-two. Just starting out in college while I'm getting ready to leave.

But I couldn't leave her alone. Her passion, her drive, her intoxicating combination of innocence and audacity. And that sexy little Texas twang. Damn. I was sunk from the start.

With her help, I started writing better songs than ever. And when a video of me playing a new song landed on YouTube and went viral, my life exploded in a return to fame I never thought I wanted.

How can I pass up this chance now that it's being offered to me again? But if I take it, will Gabby and I be able to survive?

If you like rock star romances and sexy musicians, or you've ever been curious about what happens to a one-hit wonder after the fame fades, don't miss the first installment in this fresh take on a familiar trope. Full of sizzling chemistry and heartfelt emotion, grab this new adult pop star romance now!

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Excerpt:

The final notes of Jonathan’s song fade out as he stares at me, his face lit up from the inside, like a kid on Christmas morning who’s gotten everything on his list.   

His song was beautiful the first time that he played it, about a love lost and found, full of nostalgia and longing.  But with the changes?  It’s so much more now.

He sets his guitar down and stands, leaning over me, brushing against my shoulder.  Tapping at the paper on the piano’s music stand, he says, “Okay, let’s write this down so it’s all there.”  He hums through the bridge again, and when he gets to the first part he changed, he looks around. 

Handing him the pencil, I hold my breath at the quick smile he flashes my way.  I think about moving, getting off the bench and out of the way, but the way the piano is wedged into the room and where he’s standing, I’m pretty much trapped.  

And really, I like being this close to him.  I’m enjoying the brush of his side against my shoulder, his arm against mine as he reaches past me to hold the paper still while he erases the notes I drew and draws in the new ones, trying to copy my style of thick slanted lines for note heads.  He scribbles in the names of the chords underneath, then stares at the page for a moment, like he’s soaking it all in.

That smile is on his face again when he turns to look at me.  He’s so happy.  His eyes examine mine, skate over my face, and settle on my lips before dragging back up to my eyes again.  

And he’s right there.  So close that if I lean toward him just an inch or two, our lips would meet.  I’ve wondered what it would feel like to kiss him since the night of the recital.

Without really thinking about it, I give in to the temptation, leaning in those scant inches.  I see his face turn serious in the second before our lips meet, and I close my eyes to savor his soft, full lips on mine.

He kisses me back.  His lips press against mine, but are gone all too soon.  He pulls back, looking at me, that same serious expression on his face, but it doesn’t tell me anything.

Then his hand slides through my hair, cradling the back of my head, and he kisses me again, his other arm going around my waist.  Almost before I can register what’s happening, he’s urged me off the tiny piano bench and onto his bed, with me on my back and him off to the side, his one hand still under my head, while the other caresses my side, down over my hip to my thigh, and back up again.  



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About the Author

Jerica MacMillan is a lifelong reader and lover of romance.  Nothing beats escaping into a book and watching people fall in love, overcome obstacles, and find their happily ever after.  She was recently named a semi finalist in Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write 2015 contest.

Jerica is living her happily ever after in North Idaho with her husband and two children.  She spends her days building with blocks, admiring preschooler artwork, and writing while her baby naps in the sling.  Join her Book Club at www.JericaMacMillan.com and get a free book!

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