Rhythm and Blue is live!
The eagerly awaited sequel to the best-selling book, Blue, is now available on Amazon and All Romance eBooks.
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Blue's career is gaining speed, shaking up his almost quiet life. The unexpected success brings international recognition and sparks jealousy in a once trusted friend, shifting the precarious balance of ego and amity.
The increasing demands of Blue’s schedule prompt Brady to make changes of his own, trading the comfort of his obsessive routine for something less predictable.
Blue needs stability. Brady needs time to adjust. Can they pull it together before success creates more casualties?
Blue woke to classical music on Brady's clock radio. The music stopped. The bedside lamp snapped on, and he rolled to his stomach to hug his pillow. He smiled when Brady kissed his shoulder, and drifted in the space where dreams and reality blended, waiting for the sound of the shower.
The normal routine had Brady clean and dressed for work before Blue got out of bed. He had nowhere to be at three-thirty in the morning. He could lounge under the covers until something as important as a craving for coffee or a full bladder lured him into the day, living the life of a largely kept man.
He didn't know how much Brady made a year or what he had in the bank. He didn't think he had the right to ask those questions. He only knew Brady was good at spoiling him.
He drifted near sleep before the smell of coffee coaxed his eyes open. Brady stood by the bed with a breakfast tray and a smile.
"What's this?" He pushed up on one elbow.
"I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed." Brady set the tray on the nightstand.
Blue plucked the steaming mug from its place near a plate of sourdough toast with a generous dollop of Mary’s homemade strawberry jam.
"You thought you'd bring me breakfast in bed because...?" He sat up and took a sip of coffee, eyes on Brady.
Blue watched him over the top of his mug, waiting for the truth. Brady was romantic and lived for random surprises over nothing. However, his favorite bread, favorite jam, and coffee at four o'clock on a random morning felt too much like buttering him up.
"Except?" he prodded.
"I'll tell you that part later. Enjoy your breakfast."
He raised his chin to accept the offered kiss and tracked Brady when he strode back out of the room. He took a bite of toast and tried to guess Brady's news while he chewed. There were too many possibilities. He put down his half-eaten toast, tossed back the blankets, and crawled out of bed.
It was chilly without covers to warm him and he stepped into the closet to pull on one of Brady's rarely worn sweatshirts and a pair of jeans. He padded barefoot down the hall to Brady's office.
"I think I want to hear whatever you're trying to break to me in phases," he said.
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