CRUEL (The Buck Boys Heroes Book 2), page 19
The people on their way out of here are a little more generous than those waiting to board the subway.
Maybe that’s because they’re grateful they made it to their destination without losing their temper or their belongings.
Glancing at the people stepping off the train and onto the platform, I recognize a few familiar faces.
A woman with dark hair and gray eyes strolls past as she drops a dollar in my guitar case.
She’s apologized in the past that she can’t give more, but I’ve always told her what I tell everyone who holds guilt in their eyes at the size of their offering.
“Thank you.”
I don’t busk to make a living. I have another way to earn the money I need to live in this expensive city. I busk because it feeds my soul.
Whenever I picked up my guitar and sang one of my original songs back in Ohio, the people who listened didn’t hear anything beyond a pretty melody and lyrics.
They couldn’t recognize that I spun each chord and word from my heart.
People who step onto this subway platform hear what I want them to hear. That’s a woman who lives and breathes her life in song.
“It’s my birthday today.”
I smile at the sound of that voice. Lester, a doorman who works at a building on Madison Avenue, stops in front of me.
“It is?” I smile.
He nods.
I launch into a soft sung version of Happy Birthday.
Lester sways as I croon his name. I smile when a few people nearby join in as the song nears its end.
Lester claps in delight as I strum the last note on my guitar.
“That’s the best gift I’ve gotten in years, Astrid.” He grabs the brim of the hat on his head to tip it forward. “I’ll never forget this.”
I kiss him softly on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Lester.”
He moves on, disappearing into the crowds of people all racing to get somewhere.
I turn back to my guitar case when I hear the unmistakable sound of coins dropping into it.
I’m met with a gorgeous smile and beautiful blue eyes.
My gaze trails over the man’s face. He’s handsome. The dark brown hair on his head is messed from the wind whipping outside.
The collar of the black wool coat he’s wearing is upturned.
“Thank you.” I don’t take my eyes off of him. “I appreciate that.”
“Have a good day,” he says in a voice that catches me off guard.
It’s deep and warm. The tone is comforting and kind.
With a nod of his chin, he takes off, following Lester and all the other commuters into the streets of Manhattan.
I watch him walk away, wishing I knew his name and wondering if I’ll ever see him again.
Coming soon
Also by Deborah Bladon
& Suggested Reading Order
The Obsessed Series
The Exposed Series
The Pulse Series
Impulse
The Vain Series
Solo
The Ruin Series
The Gone Series
Fuse
The Trace Series
Chance
The Ember Series
The Rise Series
Haze
Shiver
Torn
The Heat Series
Risk
melt
The Tense Duet
Sweat
Troublemaker
Worth
Hush
Bare
Wish
Sin
Lace
Thirst
Compass
Versus
Ruthless
Bloom
Rush
Catch
Frostbite
Xoxo
He Loves Me Not
Bittersweet
The Blush Factor
BULL
Thank You
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Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.
She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.
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Maybe that’s because they’re grateful they made it to their destination without losing their temper or their belongings.
Glancing at the people stepping off the train and onto the platform, I recognize a few familiar faces.
A woman with dark hair and gray eyes strolls past as she drops a dollar in my guitar case.
She’s apologized in the past that she can’t give more, but I’ve always told her what I tell everyone who holds guilt in their eyes at the size of their offering.
“Thank you.”
I don’t busk to make a living. I have another way to earn the money I need to live in this expensive city. I busk because it feeds my soul.
Whenever I picked up my guitar and sang one of my original songs back in Ohio, the people who listened didn’t hear anything beyond a pretty melody and lyrics.
They couldn’t recognize that I spun each chord and word from my heart.
People who step onto this subway platform hear what I want them to hear. That’s a woman who lives and breathes her life in song.
“It’s my birthday today.”
I smile at the sound of that voice. Lester, a doorman who works at a building on Madison Avenue, stops in front of me.
“It is?” I smile.
He nods.
I launch into a soft sung version of Happy Birthday.
Lester sways as I croon his name. I smile when a few people nearby join in as the song nears its end.
Lester claps in delight as I strum the last note on my guitar.
“That’s the best gift I’ve gotten in years, Astrid.” He grabs the brim of the hat on his head to tip it forward. “I’ll never forget this.”
I kiss him softly on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Lester.”
He moves on, disappearing into the crowds of people all racing to get somewhere.
I turn back to my guitar case when I hear the unmistakable sound of coins dropping into it.
I’m met with a gorgeous smile and beautiful blue eyes.
My gaze trails over the man’s face. He’s handsome. The dark brown hair on his head is messed from the wind whipping outside.
The collar of the black wool coat he’s wearing is upturned.
“Thank you.” I don’t take my eyes off of him. “I appreciate that.”
“Have a good day,” he says in a voice that catches me off guard.
It’s deep and warm. The tone is comforting and kind.
With a nod of his chin, he takes off, following Lester and all the other commuters into the streets of Manhattan.
I watch him walk away, wishing I knew his name and wondering if I’ll ever see him again.
Coming soon
Also by Deborah Bladon
& Suggested Reading Order
The Obsessed Series
The Exposed Series
The Pulse Series
Impulse
The Vain Series
Solo
The Ruin Series
The Gone Series
Fuse
The Trace Series
Chance
The Ember Series
The Rise Series
Haze
Shiver
Torn
The Heat Series
Risk
melt
The Tense Duet
Sweat
Troublemaker
Worth
Hush
Bare
Wish
Sin
Lace
Thirst
Compass
Versus
Ruthless
Bloom
Rush
Catch
Frostbite
Xoxo
He Loves Me Not
Bittersweet
The Blush Factor
BULL
Thank You
Thank you for purchasing and downloading my book. I can’t even begin to put to words what it means to me. If you enjoyed it, please remember to write a review for it. Let me know your thoughts! I want to keep my readers happy.
For more information on new series and standalones, please visit my website, deborahbladon.com. There are book trailers and other goodies to check out.
Feel free to reach out to me! I love connecting with all of my readers because without you, none of this would be possible.
Thank you, for everything.
Join Deborah’s Mailing List
To receive exclusive updates from Deborah Bladon, please sign up to be on her personal mailing list!
Subscribers are the first to receive information on release dates, so if you want to be the first to buy Deborah’s new books, sign up now!
Click here to subscribe now!
About the Author
Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.
She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.
Deborah Bladon, CRUEL (The Buck Boys Heroes Book 2)
