The McGavin Brothers
Book 4

He's singing the cowboy blues...

When Bryce McGavin was left at the altar, he hung up his guitar for good. Music can’t live in a broken heart. But now his brother Zane is getting married and wants Bryce to play for the ceremony. Bryce isn’t up to the challenge. He’s in no condition to perform, let alone at a wedding. And then a woman with the voice of an angel walks into his bar.

Nicole Williams just inherited a renovated Victorian and a cranky cat. Her new life in Eagles Nest fits her to a tee, especially after she sends her cat-hating, overbearing fiancé packing, and starts singing at the Guzzling Grizzly. She’s on the rebound, so she has no business falling for a sexy cowboy, especially one with emotional scars who turned his back on his music. But oh, when he pulls her into his arms, rational thought goes out the window. He’s even winning over her cat.

They say that music soothes the savage beast, but can it mend a cowboy’s broken heart?


Nicole sank onto the cushions of the oversized chair and it enveloped her like a hug. When she scooted all the way back, her feet dangled. She relaxed against the soft upholstery. Nice.
“You were rocking out tonight. Whenever I glanced over, you had that pick going a mile a minute.” Bryce deftly threaded the string onto the tuning peg.
Something about this situation was giving her a buzz. “I got excited because everyone’s so enthusiastic.”
Maybe it was the intimacy of his small apartment. Or his nimble fingers touching her guitar, which was so much a part of her. “Cozy place.”
“Thanks. It works for me.”
And it was working on her. Enveloped by his chair, she focused on the supple movement of his fingers. Would he caress a woman with the care he was lavishing on her guitar? Her skin grew warm.
“That should do it.” He bent the excess string back and forth until it snapped off neatly. “Tune that baby and you’re good to go.” He picked up the guitar and stood.
“Thank you.” Taking a calming breath, she tried to push herself out of the chair. It was easier said than done.
“Here.” He offered his hand. “That chair can swallow you if you’re not careful.”
“So I see.” She grasped his hand and he pulled her to her feet. The strength of his firm grip left her tingling all over. “It’s a great chair.”
“Trev would disagree with you. He cussed me out the whole time he helped me get it up here.”
“He’ll be cussing you out some more if we don’t get a move on.”
“That’s a fact.” He said it casually as if it didn’t bother him much.
Instead he stood there looking at her as if…no, he wouldn’t consider kissing her. Not with a crowd of people downstairs.
“We’d better go.” His voice sounded husky.
“Yep.” Her pulse raced. He was thinking about kissing her. And she’d let him, even if it meant she’d be a little late getting to the stage.

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