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This is Book 2 in the Love and Music in Texas series. Baby Stetson kicks off the series.
Welcome back to Harmony’s Echo, Texas…..
Melody Roland is on the run from the one person she trusted completely. One who hid a dark past she could never have imagined. When a pregnant woman on the bus she’s fleeing on goes into labor, Melody rushes to her aide. Now she finds herself stranded in a tiny remote town just off the highway, with no way to her original destination.
She’s alone, on edge, and unsure who to trust. Her instincts scream to get far away and fast. But how and where?
Jameson Grant struggles through the roughest year of his life. Suffering from the loss of his father, one grief stricken night, he made a mistake. One which cost him the only woman he’s ever loved. Each lonely day he’s faced with the constant reminders of how quick things can change. Throwing himself into the one thing he has left, his music, helps dull the pain he fights to keep hidden. His last salvation begins to crumble as things spiral out of control and he has no choice but to face the ‘music’ of his past.
The last thing he needs or wants in his life is a woman with more trouble on her heels than the best of country music lyrics. But Melody sings a sirens call within him that can’t be ignored.
Jameson and Melody bond in ways stronger than either could have imagined, but one dangerous person from her past may threaten it all…
If she doesn’t flee before he can convince her to stay, and that some love songs last an eternity.
“Come with me.” He winked before leaving the room.
Jameson grabbed a couple blankets and his guitar. She would probably call him crazy, but he hadn’t
done this in awhile, so it was overdue.
“Jameson, what are you doing?”
Guitar in hand, he faced Melody and just smiled. “Preparing to distract us from our problems for awhile. I
think you might enjoy it. Come on.”
He knew he got her curious then. She followed him as he opened the front door, a brisk chill blasting his
face. Not too bad for October. Gotta love Texas weather. So fickle. Some days were chilly and then there were
some that were warm.
The door shut softly behind them. Jameson grabbed the lantern from the porch and held it out to Melody.
“Here, hold this. We’ll need a little bit of light.”
She took it hesitantly from his hand.
Carefully holding the guitar case, Jameson climbed the ladder resting on the side of the house. He
should have taken it down, but until now, he’d forgotten about it. He set the guitar case on the edge of the roof,
then glanced down at Melody. “Okay, hand me the blankets and the light,” he called to her. Stepping down a few
rungs, he reached for the requested items. Once on the roof, he peered back at her again. “Come on up!”
“Jameson, what are we doing?” But she was laughing. When her head appeared at the top, he held out
a hand to her, helping to ease her up onto the roof. He’d already set one blanket down for them to sit on. The
other he brought for her in case she got cold.
“Getting a great view of the stars.” Jameson pointed. One of the things he loved about living in a small
town was being able to see the sky at night. One of the best views ever. Melody settled next to him on the
blanket, staring in the same direction.
“It’s beautiful. I can’t remember the last time I just looked at the stars.”
It had been awhile for him, too. But he knew when the last time that he’d been up here had been.
He set the lantern at the edge of the blanket and turned on the light. It was bright enough for them to
see, but not too bright to ruin the view of the stars. “Are you cold? I have an extra blanket.” He pointed to it. “The
only thing I forgot to grab was something to drink.”
Melody laughed. “I’ll forgive you, you thought of everything else.”
He enjoyed the sound of her laugh.
He shook that thought away and reached for his guitar.
“Do you do this often? Come up on the roof late at night with your guitar?”
“Not in some time.” Jameson held the instrument, pulling a pick out of the case and strummed a few
chords. “Sometimes, I need a different environment other than the garage, you know? Nice thing is, there aren’t
a lot of neighbors nearby, so I’m not disturbing anyone.”
“It is nice,” Melody mused, lying on her back. She crossed her arms behind her head.
Jameson started to play the chorus to a popular Taylor Swift song. He even sang along, raising his voice
to mimic the sound. Melody turned her head and laughed.
“I’m not sure that song fits your voice,” she teased. She rested her head on her elbow, now interested in
Jameson stopped mid-play. “No? Damn. Here I thought I was being all cool.”
That got another giggle out of her. “You are cool! Just sing a different song.”
“All right, all right. I’ll find another one, since my Taylor impersonation isn’t appreciated.” Jameson
pretended to pout, which made Melody laugh again. He was on a roll, and his plan had worked. The mood had
been lightened. “Okay, how about this?” He started to play and sing an older Shania Twain song.
Melody sat up, covering her mouth with her hand. Her body shook as she tried to hold in her laughter.
“You know, Jameson, that don’t impress me much, either.”
Pretending to be hurt, he put the guitar down. “What am I doing wrong? Is my singing that bad? That’s a
first. Usually, I win them all with these songs.”
“Oh Jameson. You’re so funny.”
“Okay, one last time, and hopefully third time will be the charm. Are you ready?” Reaching for his guitar
again, Jameson watched her as he started a new tune. This time, he played the melody to the song he’d been
working on with her. Her face lit up as he sang the first few lines from her song.
“You win! The third time is the charm. Now that fits your voice. Bravo!” She clapped her hands.
“How about you sing it with me?”
“Oh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Oh come on. Let’s serenade the stars. Maybe we’ll catch one falling,” he pleaded. “These are your
lyrics. I’d love to hear them coming from your lips.” As he started over, he shot her what he hoped was his best
“You’re relentless!” Melody exclaimed, raising her hands in defeat, laughing.
When Jameson got to the chorus, Melody chimed in. He had to force himself to keep going as he
listened to her voice. She was pretty good! She had this soft, gentle ease about her voice. It didn’t ring out with a
lot of power, but she had a sweet sound that radiated into his mind. He lowered his voice a little bit to let her
shine. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he watched her lips move and heard the words.
When they stopped, it was his turn to applaud. “You sounded really good, Melody.”
He couldn’t be sure, but he thought she was blushing. Melody turned away from him for a second.
“Thank you, Jameson. I’m not one for the spot light, but that was really neat to sing my own lyrics.”
“You know, we’re still looking for a song or two to add to our demo. I like this one a lot. What would you
think about putting the finishing touches on it and playing it for the band?” As shy as she was about these things,
would she even go for that? The words really were great, and he liked the melody he’d put to them.
“I- are you serious?” She sounded caught off guard.
Jameson nodded, setting his guitar down once again. “I am. I like the way it’s progressing. And when
you sang with me just now, I liked the idea of having a back up on it. It would be a great addition.”
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Sometimes, when writing a story, you never know how a character is going to play out. The Melody in My Head is book 2 of a series, and the hero, Jameson, is in book 1. I had no idea when writing him in that I was going to fall in love with him like I did. I admit, I’m a panster and so Jameson caught me off guard when i realized my original plan to have him as not one of the good guys just wasn’t going to work. I loved him and his character way too much! So, I did a lot of thinking when writing book 1 of the series and realized I had to give Jameson his own story.
He’s a good guy. He’s got a lot of things to deal with, but he’s sweet, funny and a sexy guitar player. He’s the lead guitarist of the undiscovered Texas band by the name of Baby Stetson…when I think of Jameson playing guitar, well, think Keith Urban. Not just because Keith is sexy, but you’ve got to watch him play the guitar and you’ll understand That’s totally how I picture Jameson when he plays.
I love music themes in romance, so I had to create my own series based on a country music band from their early days in a small Texas town, and I’ll continue the series and eventually send them off to Nashville
Ebook copy of the first book in the series, Baby Stetson. Just comment below and fill out the rafflcopter to be entered!