The Pianist Plays It Slow

Book 1: West Coast Soulmates

by Carla Krae

Genres: Contemporary Romance; New Adult Romance; geek romance; rockstar romance; rocker series; evil twin; virgin

Synopsis

When a beautiful woman mistakes me for my n’er-do-well identical twin brother, the awkward encounter—a slap to the face—gradually turns into a possibility for something real.

Something lasting.

Something like love, and it scares the hell out of me.

Being the guy that falls too easily has burned me in the past, so with Hannah I’m determined to take things slow and not screw it up.

If only my twin wasn’t hell-bent on tearing down everything I try to build.

Previously titled The Pianist. This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

Release date: April 5, 2017

Publisher: Willowick Publishing

Print pages: 232

Sample

Who was banging on my door at 8:00AM?  On a fucking Sunday.  

“Coming, I’m coming,” I muttered.  I opened the door and WHACK.  “What the hell, lady?”

A young woman on my doorstep had just smacked my face.

“That’s for lying to me, you son of a bitch!”  She turned on heel, then, and started stomping to the elevator.

I grabbed her arm.  “What are you talking about? I’ve never met you!”  I’d remember.

Doe eyes and dark shiny hair.

“Let go!”  She looked up at me then and her brows drew together.  Her eyes trailed down my body and back up.  “You’re…not…”

“Fuck, not again.”  I released her arm.  “Brian is my twin brother.”

“Identical twins?”

“Look, I’m sorry for whatever the idiot did to you. My name is Mike.”  I offered my right hand for a shake, but she didn’t take it, too busy staring at my face.  It happened a lot.  “And you are?”

“Hannah. He never said…”

“My brother says and doesn’t say a lot of things to get in a chick’s pants. No offense.”

“Son of a bitch!”  Including a cute little foot-stomp.

I winced at the volume of her voice.  “Yep. Look, Brian’s not here. If you want to leave a message…”

Her gaze met mine again.  “Oh my God, I’m sorry I slapped you. I really didn’t know he has a twin.”

No one did, unless Brian chose to gain by it.  “Would you like some coffee or something?”

“No, no, I’ve embarrassed myself enough—”

“Brian goes jogging on Sunday mornings. He’ll be back soon if you want to hit him instead.”

She covered her face with her hands and groaned.  “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey. Don’t do that. My brother’s an asshole. You seem like a nice girl and you shouldn’t blame yourself. Brian is really good at charming his way into whatever he wants.”  Been that way all our lives.  Everything he touched was golden.

“Thanks. I’m really sorry, again. Did I wake you?”  She gestured to my lack of clothing.

I’d answered the door in boxers and probably looked as tired as I felt.  We’d just gotten home from Coachella.  “Yeah, honestly, but there are worse things than a pretty girl pounding on your door.”

She blushed.  The girl was cute, with dimples and some sweet curves inside those conservative clothes.  “Well, it was nice meeting you, I guess. I should go.”  She started for the elevator again.

“For the record, I hate how he treats women.”

She paused and turned back to me.  “Does this happen…a lot?”

I cringed.  “More than you’d think for the short time he’s been in my guest room.”

Her eyes widened.  “This is your apartment?”

Ohhh, my brother was really overstaying his welcome.  “Of course. Brian can’t afford this building!”

“Wow. Things are making sense now.”  Her hands went to her hips.  “You know your brother is a con man.”

“Welcome to my life. Are you hungry?”