About Heart Song

by Sara Bell
44 pages / 17700 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-231-7, 1-60370-231-8
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Rock star Liam is on tour with his band Vicious Heart when a jealous ex outs him to the tabloids. When his manager Liz comes to let him know, the band is split on whether or not they want to stay together.

Liam is most concerned about how band mate Brody will take the news, as he's been in love with Brody for years. When Brody disappears, Liam fears the worst. Brody has plans of his own. Things go from bad to worse, spiraling out of control. Can Liam and Brody do enough damage control to save the band, and their friendship?

Sample

"I don't know abut you guys, but I'm ready to get laid."
   
Marco and Robin seconded that notion, and even Brody nodded, sending an all too familiar pain right into Liam's chest. Before any of them, Joey included, could make good on the threat, the door swung open and a pale-faced Liz Orsini, their manager, staggered in. She was clutching a tabloid in one hand, and what looked to be The New York Times in the other.

"Thank God you're all here." She slapped the papers down on the coffee table in front of the couch where Liam and Gunner were sitting. "You have something you want to tell us?"

Liam blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Read the headlines." She pointed to the papers, but stopped him when Liam reached for the tabloid, which was lying face down. "Why don't I save you the trouble and give you the high points, instead? Better yet, let me ask you a question. How long have you known Adam Gates?"

Liam had often heard the expression "all the blood drained from his face," but he always thought it was of silly. Blood didn't just rush out from under your skin.

Now he was pretty sure there wasn't a platelet left anywhere in his body. He felt dizzy, and he had this nagging need to throw up.

Liz was watching him closely, her gray hawk's eyes locked with his. "It's true, isn't it?"

Liam swallowed, but, try as he might, he couldn't summon enough saliva to un-stick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

Brody pushed his lanky frame out of his chair, his sleeve-style tats a swirl of color against that paler-than-pale skin. "What's she talking about?"

Liam couldn't answer, but by then, he didn't have to. Gunner had picked up one of the papers and scanned enough of the article to sum it up for all of them.

"I'll tell you what's up, Brody-boy." There was a trace of something dark and nasty in Gunner's voice. "Seems our fearless leader here is a fag."