Friday, June 30, 2017






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The second book in the HEARTSTRINGS Series by Felicia Lynn has re-launched!
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MENDING HEARTSTRINGS (Heartstrings, #2) 


Blurb: Just when my life seemed manageable, I’m thrown radically off course by “the one”.
“The one” I wasn’t expecting.
“The one” I never knew I wanted.
“The one” who single handedly holds the key to the tattered lock safeguarding my heart. Letting someone into my protected sanctuary will only serve one purpose - intentional infliction of pain and heartache… and I’m positive I’m not capable of handling that.

New Rules:
1. Avoid LOVE at all costs.
2. No complications.
3. I will not become ‘dick’matized by the hotshot guitarist. It was only a no-strings attached weekend.
4. The lyrics he writes may seem magical, but it’s a façade. Lyrics can’t mend broken heartstrings – no matter how strong my heart swells with his words.





EXCERPT:
“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?  Ive had enough of this shit, enough of your shit!” Garret is yelling when he marches onto the tour bus.  “I cant have a babysitter come hunt your ass down before every sound check and every damn show!”  Hes pissed because I was zoned out, writing some of the best lyrics Ive ever written and missed the start of sound check, but nonetheless, I made it.  No big deal.  Actually hell be thanking me when he hears the songs I came up with later.

“Garrett, chill out man.  I was writing and lost track of time,” I say, standing from the couch and head to the liquor cabinet for my bottle of Jack.  I take the bottle and bring it to my lips, but I cant lift it high enough to take a swig with him yanking the bottle away.  Im not sure if he pushes me or Ive fallen, but my ass meets the stiff foam couch of the tour bus either way. 

“Fucking enough, Jon,” Garrett says, his anger is dissipating.  Theres a veil of concern and sympathy harnessing some of that anger.  “Just fucking enough.  You cant keep doing this and expect me sit here and watch you kill yourself.  No more, man.  Not on my damn watch.  I cant live with that regret.  Its time for you to get help.”

Who the hell is this guy kidding?  Im fine.  Ive told him this a thousand times.  We just finished an amazing show and Im damn good at my job.  I really am fine.  Its the rest of these people with sticks up their ass he should be worried about, and damn . . . hes one of them lately.  I like to have a little fun.  Whats the damn harm in that?  Theres nothing to quit if I dont have a problem, and I could snap myself out it in a second if there was one anyway.   Im good as Jack Daniels gold – no issues here.

“Man, Im fine.  Quit worrying.  Youre looking at me like your dog just died.  Your damn vagina is showing.  Its past time for you to go get laid, McKenna.  I keep trying to help you, man, but you gotta just relax and let shit roll.  Ya know?”  I encourage, flipping the scene to get past the heavy shit hes putting on the table.

I start to stand and head to the bathroom with my buzz quickly fading.  I need to fix this shit fast before he ruins my night, but as soon as I stand hes on my heels.

Hell no youre not.  Sit your ass down.  Youre not gonna escape me helping you find Jesus by going in there to get more fucked up.  Not happening, Jon,” he insists, blocking my entrance to the tiny little hall.  Drew and Eric chose that second to walk onto the bus so I fall back to my position on the couch hoping its just a matter of time until they distract him.  Maybe one of them will stick up for me for once and tell him to shut the hell up.  Its only fair, but since everybody seems to think Garrett McKennas word is law around here its doubtful anyone will have my back.  Pussies. 

Drew and Eric look between Garrett and me trying to read the tension floating between us, but Im not giving anything up.   Damn, Im not the one with issues anyway.  Maybe its time they had words with their top damn dog and help the man loosen up.

            Garrett and I have been friends for eight long ass years.  We both arrived in Nashville about the same time and found jobs cooking breakfast in a crappy little diner part time.  We bonded, and together we beat the streets of Nashville searching for any available stage that would let us play.   With all the hard work we put in, I stayed on with his band after he signed, but I didnt sign up for this shit.  Thats for sure. 

“Everything okay?” Eric asks cautiously.

Garrett doesnt look at him or even respond.  Holding up his right hand, he dismisses them never taking his eyes off me.  While he stares daggers into my damn soul, I know theres no way in hell hes going to let me leave without a fight.  Determined to get out of here, I stand to leave the bus.  “To hell with this, McKenna.”

Garrett positions himself in front of me, pushing me back down on the couch before I find my balance.  “Fuck!” I yell, slamming back into the seat jarring me harder than necessary.  He might be mad as hell, but I am too.  Unfortunately though, he has the upper hand since Im too damn weak to fight him with this buzz wearing off and making me ache.  Folding my head into my hands, I have no choice but to wait him out.  Its all Ive got.  He shouldnt expect me to participate in this damn duel without a weapon, but it seems he does.  The fuming silence fills every inch of the bus until I feel like I cant even breathe anymore.   An hour could have passed in this uncomfortable hush or maybe its been less than five minutes.  Who knows, but its been long enough that his eyes are burning a hole into my head even though I refuse to make eye contact with him.  McKenna has supermans strength in will power and Ive got no clue how Im going to get past him to get the hell out of here.


OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES: 
Read TIED UP IN HEARTSTRINGS (Heartstrings #1) now!


Pre-order PHANTOM HEARTSTRINGS (Heartstrings, #3) 
Re-releasing July 4


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AUTHOR BIO:


Felicia Lynn, author of The Learning Curve series and Heartstrings series, is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends or interacting with her readers and fellow book lovers on social media! She loves traveling, reading, live music, baseball, good food and great company.

Felicia writes contemporary romance and co-wrote The List, a mystery/suspense book she collaborated on with professional poker player, Chris Bell.

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