Title: Bittersweet Melody (A Damaged Souls novel)
Author: Belinda Boring
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance / Military / Rocker
Cover: Lacey Weatherford, Moonstruck Media Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Cooper Hensley is the perfect front man for Damaged Souls. After returning from his time as a Marine, all he wants is to bury himself into the rock and roll lifestyle with music, alcohol, and one night stands. Chasing sweet oblivion to numb his pain, nothing can rattle his carefully guarded heart . . . that is until Caylee Sawyer comes looking for the man she believes is a heroâthe man who was best friends with her dead husband. What she finds instead is someone brokenâsomeone who needs to forgive himself and move onâsomeone who affects her so completely, she canât walk away. But can she convince him to lower his guard long enough for her to claim his heart? And when he does, will she be prepared for the consequences?
**Recommended for 18+ audience for language and sexual context**
A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self-proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. It wasn't long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can't help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn't be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes. Surrounded by a supportive cast of family, friends, and the man she gives her heart and soul to, Belinda is living the good life. Happy reading!
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âI donât need your damn forgiveness, Caylee.â
âI just . . .â I struggled to find the words for what I wanted to say. All my good intentions had exploded. Iâd assumed this would be something manageable, but I hadnât expected the landmine of emotions that now lay bare between us. This was much more complicated.
âWhat? Not what you expected? Did you think you could just come and find me merrily going about my life?â His tone still held anger, but it was also heavily laced with pain as he lowered his voice to give us more privacy.
âI assumed with . . .â
Again, he interrupted as years of withheld frustration unleashed. âYou assumed because I can wear a smile and pretend that all is right with the world, that Iâm functioning. I donât owe you any explanations, Caylee. But not everyone can let go. Not everyone wants to.â
âAnd the name?â That was something else Iâd wondered. âOut of every possible title, howâd you come up with Damaged Souls?â
Cooper beat Aidan to the punch. âBecause FUBAR didnât seem appropriate at the time.â
The word felt familiar, but I couldnât quite remember where Iâd heard it.
Aidan saved me from asking or Googling it. âIt means Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.â
âI still say it was the perfect name,â Cooper uttered, stretching slowly before getting up onto his feet. I didnât know if he was ever aware at how often he did this, but I could always tell when his leg began hurtingâheâd rub at his thigh, and pain lines would crinkle his brow. âI also suggested We Be Fucked.â
âOr simply Fucked,â Aidan added. âThere was definitely a theme back then. We tossed a few more ideas around until Troy spoke up. Heâd been sitting there quietly, just listening to us banter back and forth, arguing for our favorites.â He cast a quick glance at his friend, who was currently strumming softly on his guitar, his eyes closed as he focused on the different chords he was playing. âI guess weâre just a bunch of damaged souls.â
âBam!â Cooperâs loud comment made me jump in my seat as he banged his fist in his palm. âIt clicked, and weâve been Damaged Souls ever since.â
âAs much as I enjoy guessing, you need to clue me in.â Currently lying back on her pillows, a goofy grin plastered across her face, all she could get out was dramatic sighs. âAnd breathe! Whatever it is, it isnât a reason to hyperventilate.â
âOh, I beg to differ,â she countered quickly, one eye popping open. âMy world has forever been altered. He knows.â
Still completely and utterly clueless, my brow scrunched. âHe?â
Suddenly, Rebecca jumped up, grabbing her laptop and pointing furiously at the screen as she gulped in air. âHe. Knows. Who. I. Am.â She was so excited; each word was punctuated heavily with an invisible exclamation mark. âHe knows!â
When I didnât reply with the appropriate enthusiasm, my giddy roommate exhaled impatiently, finally revealing what sheâd been viewing. The moment I saw the screen, everything clicked. The fact she was still coherent was a miracleâprevious encounters had reduced her to breathless squeaks and incomplete sentences.
I didnât spend a lot of time on Facebook, but my roommate did, and one of the pages she liked to stalk religiously was an actor she admired. I often teased her that it was a little more than admiration and she was scarily close to being one click away from certifiable.
Sheâd simply snorted and replied that once sheâd properly introduced me to the sexy yumminess that was Stephen Amell, I would totally understand her addiction.
âWhatâs Mr. Amell up to today?â Biting my lip, I tried not to crack a smile while I watched Rebecca swell with another blast of animated elation, on the verge of exploding again as her hands flapped in front of her. âIs there a new video or something?â
âHe liked my photo!â she erupted, her words tumbling out rapidly.
Damn. This was huge. Even I could see that. While I didnât have her same exuberance for certain things, her energy was infectious. Plopping down beside her, I pulled the computer onto my lap for a closer look. âHe did! Wow!â As I clicked on the photo her post was connected to, it was hard to ignore Rebeccaâs second wind as she danced around her room. If she ever decided a career in film and stardom didnât appeal, she could wow the crowds as a Vegas showgirl. She had the strut down pat as she pranced about, stopping in spurts to flail like a Muppet.
My friend was nutsâin a good way.
âI posted a selfie from the other day when I wore his shirt. He sent out a call for everyone to share their photos, and who am I to refuse Captain Amell?â She actually rolled her eyes at me, like she couldnât believe it was even an option. âI have no idea how he saw it, though. My phone doesnât let me tag his page, and I was in a rush.â
âMaybe heâs stalking you.â Just as I predicted, her eyes widened like saucers, and a fresh burst of feverish dancing threatened to detonate.
Her victory pirouette came to an abrupt halt. âNo. No way.â I could almost see her mind ticking over, trying to find a reasonable answer. âIâm nobody.â
Cocking my eyebrow, I shrugged. âI beg to differ. I think youâre pretty epic. Iâd stalk you.â
âYou live with me, stupid,â Rebecca grunted, the first time during our whole conversation she appeared somewhat serious.