Title and cover: The Love Song of Sawyer Bell
Series: Tour Dates (#1)
Publisher: Riptide
Release Date: September 25, 2017
Length (Print & Ebook): 234 pages
Subgenre: Contemporary romance, f/f, musicians
Series: Tour Dates (#1)
Publisher: Riptide
Release Date: September 25, 2017
Length (Print & Ebook): 234 pages
Subgenre: Contemporary romance, f/f, musicians
Sawyer’s parents think she’s spending the summer months touring Europe with a chamber ensemble. But Sawyer is in dire need of a break from the competitiveness of Juilliard, and desperately wants to rediscover her love of music. Going on tour with her secret high school crush is just an added bonus. Especially when Vix kisses her one night after a show, and they discover that the stage isn’t the only place they have chemistry.
But the tour won’t last forever, and as the summer winds down, Sawyer has to make a tough decision about her future—and what it means to follow her heart.
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Gale about the book:
Writing Sawyer and Vix’s love story was such a joy – I loved writing two passionate, determined women coming together as friends and eventually lovers, set amongst my favorite musical genre and on the open road. It’s a road trip romance, a friends-to-lovers romance and a story about loving who you are, what you do, and the people who speak to your heart.
Excerpt
The girl who walked in for the next audition looked like she'd gotten lost on the way to band practice, with her summer dress; long, straight brown hair worn past her shoulders; and perfect-length fringe bangs. Vix envied girls who could pull off bangs. She looked like she was ten when she tried having them, even with the purple hair.
"What's your name?" Vix thought that the girl looked vaguely familiar—but that might be because she looked wholesome enough to be in a soap commercial, or maybe a Cover Girl poster at Target.
"Sawyer Bell," she said.
"Cool name," said Vix. "Nice to meet y'all." Sawyer cleared her throat and held up the violin case. "Should I play?"
"Wait, you do understand this tour runs through August, right?" Vix asked, because in addition to looking like she should be working at Ann Taylor LOFT, Sawyer had to be a college student.
Sawyer nodded. "I don't have to be back at school until September."
"Where do you go to school? University of Tennessee?" That was where Vix assumed people from around here went to college. Most everyone she'd gone to high school with had moved from Germantown to Knoxville, if they'd done the whole college thing.
"Um." The girl ducked her head like she was embarrassed. "Juilliard, actually."
Juilliard . . . as in, the performing arts school? Whoa. Vix waved her on. "Okay, well, show us what you've got."
Sawyer opened the violin case and took out her instrument, which was a lot nicer than anyone else's—including Bryant's. The wood on the body was shined to perfection, gorgeous in the flickering fluorescent light of the basement. Sawyer moved so she was standing in the little audition space they'd arranged by moving the furniture. "Any requests?"
"Something good?" Connor offered, and Vix snorted a laugh.
"Whatever," said Vix. She didn't want to get too excited. Just because Sawyer was talented enough to get into Juilliard, didn't mean she'd be any good at playing their kind of music. Okay, no, it probably did, but damn it. Vix didn't want to get her hopes up that this sweet, polite girl was somehow also a violin virtuoso.
Except she totally was. Sawyer started to play, and it became quickly apparent that she was not only better than everyone else who'd shown up to audition by a country mile . . . she was better than their actual fiddle player. Sure, she was playing something classical and boring, but the technique was undeniable. She had that spark too; the one that said, I know music, I love music, and I will play the shit out of it.
Not only that, but performing turned Sawyer from a shy girl with too-long hair and a summer dress into . . . well, a musician. She closed her eyes and swayed with the notes, her body falling into the rhythm of the bow moving across the strings. The music was pulled out of her in the same way Vix felt when she was singing, when all the words tumbled from her like a storm. Sawyer bit her bottom lip between her teeth as if losing herself in the music, and it was beautiful.
Author Bio: Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories—either real or the ones she makes up in her head.
Avon is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan at Handspun Literary Agency.
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