From the bestselling authors of In The Stillness and The Last Hour, a new story of forbidden love and second chances.
"What are you asking me?" she cried.
"I want you to have an affair with me.
The words fell into the room, suddenly silencing everything around us. She stared at me, her lower lip barely trembling.
Savannah Marshall is a gifted flutist and daughter of musical royalty when she enrolls in the elite New England Conservatory of Music. Brilliant, eclectic and passionate, she lives music, but struggles with her plans for the future.
Gregory Fitzgerald is one of the most renowned cellists of his generation. A member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra and professor at the Conservatory, he is laser focused on his career to the exclusion of friends, family and especially romance.
When Gregory and Savannah's paths cross in the classroom, it threatens to challenge more than their wildly differing beliefs on music. Friendships, ethics, and careers are put on the line as Gregory and Savannah play a symphony of passion and heartbreak.
In the final movement, Gregory and Savannah are handed their greatest challenge, as the loss of absolutely everything they've held as truth hangs in the balance.
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Smoothing down the front of my favorite red dress, I knew damn well it wasn’t just a bar. I’d made it through the second week of orchestra camp at the Tanglewood Institute, and the staff was gathering at Magnolia’s for end of the summer drinks and dancing. He was going to be there.
Overwhelmed by the time we played together during the instructors’ ensemble, and my admission to Nathan on the phone several days later, I’d done my best to avoid Gregory Fitzgerald.
I loved him.
Not only had I kissed him, but I was falling in love with him, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
If anything.
I hadn’t spoken to Nathan since that phone call. He seemed tense over the fact that I admitted my feelings for Gregory. He said while he saw I was in love with him, he didn’t understand why. We never spoke to each other outside of the classroom, he said. And, when we did speak, he was certain to remind me, our interactions were less than cordial. No hearts. No flowers.
I never did tell him about the kiss.
There wasn’t anything tangible about Gregory Fitzgerald that screamed for me to be in love with him. It was all beneath the surface. I felt a pull toward him since the first time he played for us on our first day of music theory. My first perceptions of him—since the day he offhandedly dismissed me from the stage at my audition—was all wrong. At least, I hoped it was wrong.
The passion and intensity behind our kiss shattered that first impression.
I’d told Madeline I needed to walk to the bar alone to gather my thoughts. And steel my nerves. It was absurd, really. I wasn’t his student anymore, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t feel something when we played that piece together, too. I know he felt something. I intended to figure out exactly what that was.
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French
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Italian
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