Musical muse or angel in disguise?
After twenty years, Kaane Scott had nothing. Na-da. Zilch. Melodies that once flowed so easily, dried up. Words that tripped over themselves to follow, silent. He couldn’t bring himself to call it Rebellion’s farewell concert tour. Farewell meant he was done.
Evangeline Reed was just beginning. “Use this gift to follow your passions, my dear, wherever they take you.” Her aunt’s words hung in the air like the lingering hint of her favorite perfume. Angel’s art, her passions, her life all felt brand new.
Kaane didn’t feel done. He needed the muse to bring it back. If she came in the form of a cupid face and breathy voice, so be it. If she pushed him to face the one reality he never wanted to admit, it might be the price he had to pay.
Could they create the perfect harmony together?
