A Love Song for Dreamers

by Piper Lawson

  “Is everyone here?” she asks me. “What about your friend from London?”

  I invited a couple of guys I met on tour and stayed in touch with off and on. Annie’s been excited to meet them.

  There’s a knock at the door. “That must be him,” I tell her. “Apparently they don’t have clocks in the UK.”

  I go to open it, expecting to see Harry’s tall, broad frame.

  But instead of Harry, it’s a giant ice sculpture on a dolly with a uniformed delivery man.

  “Mr. Adams? Mr. King sends his regards.”

  The delivery guy wheels the sculpture in, and Annie has him put it in the center of our marble kitchen island.

  “What kind of a man sends an ice sculpture?” Rae muses, fascinated.

  “Let me call him.” I go to our balcony, stepping out onto the long patio and hitting his number.

  He answers on the fourth ring. “Yeah.”

  “It’s Tyler. What the hell happened? Are you coming to the party?”

  In truth, I don’t care so much about the party, but it’s odd of him to not do what he says he will.

  There’s a groan and some cursing, as if he bumped into something. “You haven’t heard.”

  His voice is so dead I’m worried. I google his name. “Jesus. Are you alright?”

  I see page after page of articles on my real estate and entertainment mogul friend, and his girlfriend—now ex-girlfriend—going off the deep end after they broke up.

  “Swearing off women for life,” he vows.

  “Hang in there. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  I click off, trying not to let worry set in. Harry wouldn’t have been at the helm of a massive empire without having his shit together. Hell, he’s one of the people whose advice helped me get through life on tour.

  I owe him one.

  But for now, I push it from my mind and head back to the living room.

  “Everything okay?” Annie asks when I rejoin her.

  “Yeah, nothing to worry about.” I brush my lips across her cheek.

  Glasses clink, and we all look up from where we’re standing to see Jax holding up his champagne and looking slightly uncomfortable.

  “This is a strange day. It would be normal to feel as if I have two children starting their lives.” We all look at the baby and Sophie, who’s swinging her legs on the couch. “But it feels as if four of my children are.”

  Annie’s hand squeezes mine hard, and I swallow.

  “I’m blessed to have the people I have, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it. But I know Tyler and Annie deserve each other.”

  By the end of the toast, Annie’s in tears and Haley’s smiling so broadly it looks as if it might crack her face.

  I drink my champagne, and for once, I don’t even mind the fucking bubbles.

  My fiancée goes to hug her dad, and when he pulls back, he looks at me.

  “We have a little something special planned,” I say.

  A buzz starts as I go to our second bedroom—a music room now—to retrieve the guitar Annie bought me, plus my second favorite.

  I pass the latter to Jax, and we do a song together.

  Everyone listens and cheers when it’s over.

  “What are you guys doing for your wedding?” Elle asks after we’ve finished a drink and cake and Sophie’s taken off around the apartment to run the perimeter, trailing a finger along the ornate baseboards.

  Annie and I exchange a look.

  “We were thinking somewhere warm,” she says, shooting me a smile.

  Haley shifts forward, beaming. “LA?”

  “An island,” I say. “Of course, you’re all invited.”

  Cheers go up.

  “What’s that look on your face?” Annie murmurs much later, once everyone’s gone home except Jax and Haley and the kids in the guest bedroom.

  It’s just the two of us on the balcony, and I pull her against me.

  “I’m happy,” I admit, brushing a curl out of her face as I drink in the sight of her warm eyes, the curve of her lips. “So fucking happy, Annie. Everything we’ve been through came full circle for me today. It reminded me this is what it’s like to have family. And I’m not afraid anymore. Whatever happens, we’ve got it covered.”

  “Even a new album and a Broadway show and…” she trails off, brows lifting in mock horror, “an island wedding?” she teases.

  I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her breathless before I pull back.

  “Can’t wait.”

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  Chapter 1

  Seven days until the wedding

  “Can’t we move any faster?” I lean toward the partition between the front and back seats of the limo. “There must be another road. Let me check.”

  The driver shoots me a patient look. “Miss Jamieson, it’s the 405.”

  From the seat next to me, Rae laughs silently. “Forgive her. She has a serious case of Tyler Adams withdrawal caused by spending too much time apart from her hot fiancé.”

  Since I jumped out of bed in New York this morning ahead of the five-thirty alarm to shower and dress, every part of me has been buzzing with anticipation.

  Most of my day was spent on the flight to LA with Rae, but I was too distracted to work or read.

  Now, the stop-and-go traffic makes me want to roll down my window and shout at the world. Instead, I drum my fingers on the bare knee I nicked my second time over it with a razor.

  “Seriously. I don’t need to crash with you and Tyler while I play my gigs this week,” Rae goes on.

  “Yes, you do. There are five bedrooms.” Tyler took me on a virtual tour before he rented the house before our wedding. It gave him a home base to work on album release promotions with the studio until I could hand my Broadway role to another actress so Tyler and I could have the next month together before his tour. “Even when Dad and Haley show up with the kids tomorrow, that leaves plenty of space.”

  Traffic breaks, and the car surges toward the exit.

  Yes.

  “Did you see the news about Wicked Records?” Rae holds up an article on her phone about my Dad’s former label.

  I resolve to focus and not degenerate into a throbbing ball of need now that my fiancé is only minutes away.

  “Sounds like after years of mismanagement, they’re going down fast. Dad hasn’t been involved with them for a long time. Not since he was fighting over his songs.”

  “Have he or your stepmom said anything?”

  “Not to me.” But we haven’t exchanged more than a rushed voicemail or emails with wedding logistics in the better part of a month given how busy things have been preparing for this time off.

  My finger drumming on my knee starts again.

  “Just as well you’re dropping me at the club so I won’t be there when you see Tyler,” Rae offers. “I don’t want to be within earshot when you guys… reunite.” She enunciates each syllable.

  There’s no point trying to hide the flush that crawls up my face.

  I have been anticipating all the parts of seeing my fiancé. Not only because we’re getting married in a week, but because I haven’t kissed him, touched him, or shared more than a sexy FaceTime call with him in a month.

  I’ve been in love with Tyler Adams for a decade, long before he became a
rock star and I wrote a Broadway show.

  Now we’re about to tie the knot.

  The obstacles that kept us apart felt insurmountable at the time. But our love, our tenacity, and maybe a little destiny kept bringing us back to one another. Next weekend is validation of all we’ve been through.

  “I grew up wanting to be on stage, but the whole bride fantasy skipped me,” I admit.

  “No parade with stuffed animals down a made-up aisle?”

  I shake my head. “But the moment Tyler and I decided on a date, it was like something took me over. I wanted all of it. The guests. The dress. The cake. The music.”

  “The man,” she finishes.

  And what a man.

  I swore I’d never fall for a rock star. Growing up with my dad’s fame rubbed me the wrong way. I felt I had to prove myself—to him and to everyone. It took years for me to realize I belonged, that I could carve my own path without being lessened by his or jealous of Tyler’s relationship with my dad.

  “Our lives have been anything but perfect. This week will be the exception,” I confide.

  Our destination wedding will take place on a stunning island with private beaches and exquisite accommodations. After, Tyler and I have cleared our schedules for nearly a month. There’ll be nothing but relaxation and enjoy newly wedded bliss with my best friend, who also happens to be my fiancé and the hottest guy on the planet.

  I’ve been planning it with crazed fervor.

  To be clear, perfect doesn’t mean glossy-magazine-worthy. It’s about having time with each other and the people we love in a beautiful, private place that feels like heaven.

  The car pulls up at the club, and Rae gets out before leaning in the open window. “Do me a favor and put a sock on the door if you’re not done when I get back.”

  “Does anyone even own socks in LA?” But I wave, and the car pulls off again.

  As we take the streets up into the Hills, excitement thrums low in my stomach. Tyler’s been finishing his album to earn the month off for our wedding before he goes on tour. Even while living together in New York for most of a year, I didn’t feel as though we had time together because we were doing eight shows a week. It was a thrilling and exhausting grind, but we decided to move him out of the lead role a few months after it started on Broadway so he could finish his album.

  Now I want him to myself.

  I check my phone for Tyler’s texts from when I left this morning.

  Annie: Can’t wait to see you.

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  Tyler: Can’t wait to taste you.

  My thighs press together under my short, black dress. I could text Tyler to say we’re a few minutes away.

  But that would ruin the surprise.

  Instead, I put on a song from his new album. His voice wraps around me, raw and sexy and the kind of earnest that makes fans go crazy.

  By the time the driver pulls up, passing two parked Rolls and a Maserati on the road before turning into the gates and entering the passcode I gave him, I’m so turned on it’s dangerous. The gates swing wide, and I get a clear look at the house. It’s stunning, white and modern with high trees surrounding it for privacy.

  The driver leaves my bags at the door at my request. The garage is open, revealing a black Lambo the owners left and a motorcycle. I bought the bike for Tyler as a gift. I hunted for ages for the vintage Triumph Bonneville. I’d considered having it fixed up before I gave it to him, but I knew he’d want to fix it himself. A way to blow off some steam.

  Now it’s pristine.

  I trail a hand along the chrome and the leather seat in appreciation. The things my guy can do with his hands…

  I open the door and step inside. My wedge sandals click on the marble as I steady my racing heart.

  “That bike is hot,” I call, pushing my sunglasses onto my head and scrunching a hand through the long, red hair I hope is still wavy after a day on the plane.

  “If only I could find someone to take me on it.”

  The evidence of my arousal fills every syllable as I step out into the living room.

  “And when I say, ‘Take me’? I mean…”

  I trail off, my throat tightening.

  The man I love stands in the center of the vast room, seeming to fill the entire space with his presence.

  Tyler Adams is breathtaking in profile. As gorgeous as ever in dark jeans that cling to his lean hips and strong legs, a white T-shirt that pulls across his chest and shoulders, revealing black ink that curls down his arm all the way to his fingers. His dark hair falls over his face, and when he turns to face me fully, he shoves it back.

  The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows streams across his tan face, his cut jaw, and the firm mouth that tastes better than anything on this planet.

  Tyler’s heavy chocolate gaze locks on mine, holding me prisoner.

  But it’s his guilty expression that has me stunned.

  And the fact that he’s not alone.

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  Books by Piper Lawson

  ~ENEMIES SERIES~

  (Harrison + Reagan)

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  Beautiful Enemy

  Beautiful Sins

  Beautiful Ruin

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  ~RIVALS SERIES~

  (Annie + Tyler)

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  Love Notes

  A Love Song for Liars

  A Love Song for Rebels

  A Love Song for Dreamers

  A Love Song for Always

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  ~ WICKED SERIES ~

  (Jax + Haley)

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  Good Girl

  Bad Girl

  Wicked Girl

  Forever Wicked

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  ~ MODERN ROMANCE SERIES ~

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  Easy Love

  (Wes + Rena)

  Bad Love

  (Logan + Kendall)

  Twisted Love

  (Ben + Daisy)

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  ~ PLAY SERIES ~

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  PLAY

  (Max + Payton)

  NSFW

  (Avery + Charlie)

  RISE

  (Riley + Sam)

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  ~ TRAVESTY SERIES ~

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  Schooled

  (Dylan + Lex)

  Stripped

  (Nate + Ava)

  Sealed

  (Dylan + Lex novella)

  Styled

  (Ethan + Jordan)

  Satisfaction

  (Kent + Dahlia novella)

  THANK YOU

  If you read A Love Song for Dreamers…thank you. Thank you for trusting me with your time and your heart.

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  This series has taken me on a wild ride. It’s undoubtedly the most raw, emotional story I’ve written. I’m so grateful for you participating in this with me. I hope Tyler and Annie stay with you for a long time to come. (And I’m not quite done with them yet…make sure you’re on my VIP list to get updates on news from this world!)

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  xoxo

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  Piper


  About the Author

  Piper Lawson is a USA Today bestselling author of smart, steamy romance! She writes about women who follow their dreams (even the scary ones), best friends who know your dirty secrets (and love you anyway), and complex heroes you’ll fall hard for (especially after talking with them). Brains or brawn? She’ll never make you choose.

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  Piper lives in Canada with her tall, dark and brilliant husband. She believes peanut butter is a protein, rose gold is a neutral, and love is ALWAYS the answer.

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