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Blue Notes by Carrie Lofty
Release Date: April 7, 2014
Publisher: Gallery Books
Pages: 352
For fans of Jamie
McGuire and S.C. Stephens, a sizzling new adult novel featuring the
tumultuous relationship between a young piano prodigy and a reluctant
billionaire playboy—set against the vibrant backdrop of a New Orleans
college campus.
After being bounced from foster family to foster
family, Keeley, a talented pianist, is ready to start over as a junior
at Tulane. But when she plays a small concert that attracts the
attention of Jude, a brooding playboy and heir to an enormous fortune in
the wake of his parents’ tragic death, suddenly Keeley’s life is thrown
off balance once again.
Jude is the first person to confront her
about the pain behind her music, and she struggles with whether or not
to let him into her life, or to keep protecting herself from the hurt
that relationships have caused her in the past. But Keeley’s about to
learn that the melancholy young billionaire who appears to have
everything he wants can open her eyes to exactly what she needs…
There’s a man standing outside the rehearsal
room door.
First thing: chocolate. That’s all I can
think. I catch a glimpse of chocolate brown hair that’s long enough to curl at
his collar, but really neatly styled. Sunlight from a window at the end of the
hallway makes the tips of those curls shine.
Second thing: an honest to goodness three
piece suit. He looks like a full-blown executive, but young enough to pull off
posh guy trends straight out of Details.
Third thing: oh holy damn, he’s ungodly
handsome.
“And I thought Katrina was a helluva storm,”
he says. “Do we really need more hurricanes in this town?”
He was listening?
Air sucks up from my lungs and into my
throat, and crunches together like a car smashing into a concrete barrier. To
be so exposed to a drop-dead gorgeous guy—a man, really . . .
He’s almost beautiful. His features are
elegant, as if bred from perfect aristocratic lines. Cheekbones to die for.
Lashes tipped with gold. Piercing, heart of a flame blue eyes. Absolutely
fathomless.
Finally, my idiot brain remembers to act
like a grown-up. “Where do you get off?”
Okay, sort of grown-up.
His expression barely changes except that
his eyebrows lift into condescending arcs. He’s talking to an ant and wants me
to know it. “Nowhere public.”
It takes me a few seconds to catch the
innuendo. I wind up even more embarrassed. I know the mechanics of a guy
getting off, but that’s where my knowledge ends. I want to find some snappy
sexual retort that’d really shock him. . . .
Nope.
“I’m serious,” I say, my anger rising. “Do
you dress up and skulk around the music halls, waiting to insult someone?”
He waves a derisive hand toward the open
door to the rehearsal room. “Whatever that was would’ve bent anyone’s ear.”
His voice is really getting to me. It’s
refined but with that unmistakable New Orleans saunter. His voice is voodoo. I
want to melt into it. Be hypnotized by it.
Instead, my pride wins out.
“Why don’t you head over to the art
department next? ‘Sorry, sugar, that color palette is an insult to my eyes.’ ”
His lips relax. “I didn’t call you ‘sugar.’
”
“Small favors.”
“If I want to talk about how things look.”
He flashes his gaze up and down my body. It’s definitely not appreciative. “You
give me a lot to work with.”
“I’ve been rehearsing for an hour,” I say,
steady and forceful. “You’ve been, what, primping? Give me that much time and I
can look like a pretentious snob too.”
The relaxed lull of his lips turns into a
half smile that would outshine most I’m really trying smiles. “You don’t know
who I am, do you?” he asks with a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m not even sure myself. I appreciate the
laugh, though.” He’s looking at me, like I was put on this earth to be his
jester.
I so want to hit him. A messenger bag can be
turned into a weapon, right?
“Yeah, I’m loud and I’m a mess, but I’m damn
good at what I do. You, however . . . You can get out of my way.”
He steps dramatically back, even offering a
condescending bow. “Like this, sugar?”
The impulse to run is really strong, but I’m
okay. Right? Sure. No biggie. I’m blinking past a wash of red.
“Dead end that way,” the stranger calls.
I come to an emergency door. Aw, screw it.
I slam the door’s horizontal exit bar. As
alarms ricochet through Dixon Hall, I really don’t care.
Since 2008, RITA-nominated and RT Reviewers’ Choice-winning author
Carrie Lofty has over twenty books to her name–or four names, to be
precise. Her paranormal (as Lindsey Piper ) and historical romances from
Pocket have been described as “nuanced and superbly realized” (The
Chicago Tribune) and “sexy, brutal and somehow innocent” (All About
Romance). Now Carrie is celebrating her first New Adult romance, Blue
Notes , featuring a shy piano prodigy and a New Orleans playboy
shouldering his family’s crumbling empire.
With Lorelie Brown,
the Katie Porter co-writing team has been honored with a Reviewers’
Choice award for Best Erotic Ebook, and the first m/m nomination
for RT‘s Book of the Year. Back-to-back releases of their La Femme
Nakita-inspired “Command Force Alpha” series will begin in August from
Samhain.
During her junior year abroad, Carrie lured an
unsuspecting Englishman to the Midwest, where she’s kept him a happy
ex-pat for sixteen years. With two pre-teen daughters and a master’s
degree specializing in the Old West, Carrie is a movie buff, a former
ballroom and bellydancer, and a woman in desperate need of a maid
service.
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