Seattle Sound Series, The Collection: Books 1-5
Alexa Padgett
Sidecar Press, LLC
Contents
Thank You!
Sweet Solace
Sweet Solace, Book One
Copyright
1. Dahlia
2. Asher
3. Dahlia
4. Asher
5. Dahlia
6. Asher
7. Dahlia
8. Asher
9. Dahlia
10. Asher
11. Dahlia
12. Asher
13. Dahlia
14. Asher
15. Dahlia
16. Asher
17. Dahlia
18. Asher
19. Dahlia
20. Asher
21. Dahlia
22. Asher
23. Dahlia
24. Asher
25. Dahlia
26. Asher
27. Dahlia
28. Asher
29. Dahlia
30. Asher
31. Dahlia
32. Asher
33. Dahlia
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
Between Breaths
Between Breaths, Book Two
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
Hold You Close
Hold You Close, Book Three
Copyright
1. Mila
2. Murphy
3. Mila
4. Murphy
5. Mila
6. Murphy
7. Mila
8. Murphy
9. Mila
10. Murphy
11. Mila
12. Murphy
13. Mila
14. Murphy
15. Mila
16. Murphy
17. Mila
18. Murphy
19. Mila
20. Murphy
21. Mila
22. Murphy
23. Mila
24. Murphy
25. Mila
26. Murphy
27. Mila
28. Murphy
29. Murphy
30. Mila
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Acknowledgments
Many Sounds of Silence
Many Sounds of Silence, Book Four
1. Clay
2. Abbi
3. Clay
4. Abbi
5. Clay
6. Abbi
7. Clay
8. Abbi
9. Clay
10. Abbi
11. Clay
12. Abbi
13. Clay
14. Abbi
15. Clay
16. Abbi
17. Clay
18. Abbi
19. Clay
20. Abbi
21. Clay
22. Abbi
23. Clay
24. Abbi
25. Clay
26. Abbi
27. Clay
28. Abbi
29. Clay
30. Abbi
31. Clay
32. Abbi
33. Clay
34. Abbi
35. Clay
36. Abbi
37. Clay
Epilogue
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
From the First
From the First, Book Five
Copyright
1. Evie
2. Kai
3. Evie
4. Kai
5. Evie
6. Kai
7. Evie
8. Kai
9. Evie
10. Kai
11. Evie
12. Kai
13. Evie
14. Kai
15. Evie
16. Kai
17. Evie
18. Kai
19. Evie
20. Kai
21. Evie
22. Kai
23. Evie
24. Kai
Epilogue
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Sweet Solace, Book One
The Seattle Sound Series
Book 1
Alexa Padgett
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the material in this book.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews.
SWEET SOLACE © 2016 by Alexa Padgett
ISBN 13: 978-1-945090-03-5
Edited by Nancy Cassidy and Nicole Pomeroy
Cover Art by Clarissa Yeo of Yocla Designs
To Jeffe. You know all the reasons.
1
Dahlia
My wineglass slid down my stiff fingers, dropping the last few inches to the scarred wooden table. No way. Peeking up from under my lashes, I drew a shaky breath. I’d wanted to listen to Simon play music, lose myself in a melody. I hadn’t planned on reliving this much of my past.
And I really wasn’t prepared to deal with Tristan Asher Smith.
My cheeks flamed as I slammed my mouth shut, hoping he hadn’t noticed me still acting like the lovesick girl I’d been all those years ago. His brown hair was longer than I remembered. Even from my vantage point across the bar, I could make out the cleft in his chin. Each time I’d seen his picture—or better, him in person—I wanted to lick that spot. I’d never had the chance.
Asher slid his aviators from his nose as the sunset shone through the glass doors behind him, hazing him in a soft glow like those old saint paintings.
Ignoring my trembling fingers, I raised my glass and filled my mouth with a large gulp of wine. I wished the tart taste could wash away my past that was hell-bent on catching up with me. It didn’t, but the bouquet bloomed in my mouth, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as the liquid slid down my throat.
/> “Mind sharing?”
I opened my eyes and looked into Asher’s smiling face. Up close, he was even more striking. His long brown lashes shielded his hazel eyes, but his lips quirked in typical Asher fashion. I shouldn’t know what that was—I barely knew him, really.
“My wine?” I asked, confused. “Isn’t that a little forward? Even for you?”
He grinned, showing straight, white teeth. “If you want to. But I meant the table. There aren’t any other seats open.”
“Oh. Sure. Good to see you, Asher.”
“You, too, Dahlia. It’s been a long time.”
I waited until he sat before I asked, “You here to listen or is this a special top-secret performance?”
“Just to listen.”
We shared a love of music. It had been my refuge for years. When Dad died, I played his old records, pretending they were his last hug. As Doug learned to play on that first, battered guitar, I’d sit, rapt for hours, feeling the vibration of the strings, daydreaming about our future together.
Much as I wanted to quit listening to music after Doug died, I hadn’t been able to. It was too much a part of me, a reminder of better days.
“I’ve heard good things about this guy,” Asher said.
“Simon will be thrilled you’ve heard of him.”
A waitress walked up and looked at Asher, her expression expectant but without a flare of recognition. His shoulders relaxed as he placed his forearms on the table. The sleeves of his dark button-down were rolled up, showing off his tanned skin. Light brown hairs glinted where they caught the light.
“Pike IPA on tap, if you have it.”
The girl nodded and headed back to the bar.
“You know Simon?” he asked. His gaze sharpened. “Oh. Dorsey. Related to Doug?”
I nodded.
“I should’ve known.”
I’d raised my glass to my lips for another gulp of liquid courage, so I shrugged. He waited for a real response. My heart pounded in my chest as if I’d danced the Samba. Silly as it was, the anxiety suffocated me.
Just a conversation. I had them every day with other people. I was fine. This was fine.
No, nothing about the situation was fine. Why did I have to run into Asher tonight? I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Simon’s my brother-in-law. I’m here for moral support.”
The song ended, and I clapped, adding a loud “woo-woo!” Simon glanced over and raised his beer. His eyes narrowed when he saw Asher sitting with me, but I waved back, smiling.
Simon got the message. I’d known my brother-in-law since he was a gawky thirteen-year-old; he wasn’t going to do something to piss me off when I had photographic proof of his late-90s hairstyles.
“You stayed involved in the music scene?” Asher asked, surprised. “I haven’t seen you around.” He’d leaned forward a little so I could hear him over the growing noise of the crowd.
“Not really. Doug quit playing about ten years ago.”
Again his gaze sharpened. “I heard about that.”
Asher sat back, letting the waitress set a napkin and his pint glass in front of him. He chewed on his lip. Would he get up and walk away?
“Where is Doug tonight?”
“Dead.” At Asher’s look, I continued, “It’s okay.” Abbi’s stricken face flashed through my mind, and I struggled to maintain a reasonable tone. “He passed away almost three years ago.”
I took another big sip of my wine. At least the panic had receded. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was comfortable with Asher or because of the wine I’d already consumed.
“This is the problem with touring so much.” Asher ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to flop against his brow. “I hadn’t heard.”
I turned my face toward Simon, who had just started the song he’d written with Doug for our wedding. We would have been married fifteen years in February. I tipped my glass and polished off the wine.
Asher shifted, as though he was getting ready to stand. I turned to look back at him, trying to banish the melancholy that lingered so often these days.
“Don’t leave. Please. It’s good to see you. Really.” I smiled. “If I’d known you’d be here, I would’ve worn my groupie shirt. I’m proud to say mine is from the first round of shirts you ever had made. From Cactus Arrow. It’s pretty tattered, but I like to wear it when I read.”
“You seriously have a shirt from that band? We were together for all of two months.” He shook his head. “Who came up with that name anyway?”
I laughed. “You did.”
He smiled and turned his attention back to the stage, his eyes intent on Simon’s fingers sliding up and down the guitar frets. He clapped when Simon finished the song.
“I can see why people are talking about him. Beautiful melody.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Asher’s gaze slid back to mine.
“I’m taking credit for that one,” I announced. “Simon wrote it for my wedding. It’s the oldest in his repertoire. He doesn’t play it often anymore. He asked if I’d like to hear it tonight.”
“You two are close.”
“Closer since Doug’s death. Before that, we were all leading our own lives.”
Simon slid into one of his newer, bluesier tunes. I tapped my foot and rolled my empty wineglass between my hands, shocked to realize the alcohol had bubbled into my head.
Hmm, it’d been a long time since I was buzzed. I’d missed this feeling. I’d also missed talking to an attractive man.
Asher had left Cactus Arrow within a few weeks of creating the band. Doug had never forgiven him for walking off the stage with his guitar in its case right after he sang the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. Chills rippled across my skin as I thought of how Asher had looked at me that night as he stood on the stage.
I’d willed him to look again, before he walked out of the venue. He didn’t. And . . . that had been a long, long time ago.
Asher clapped when Simon took his final bow nearly an hour later. I tapped the stem of my second glass of wine. The lights stayed dim, but female heads turned in our direction, the murmur of Asher’s appearance making the rounds.
“You’re going to be inundated now that they’ve figured out who you are.”
Asher rolled his eyes. He slammed back the last of his beer. I clasped my hand over his where it gripped the glass, surprising us both. I’d never been pushy or forward, preferring to let the situation come to me. I dropped my hand from his warm skin.
“I’ll play the knight-errant if you want me to,” I said.
His mouth turned down. “It’s been a shitty week. I’m done with people.”
A little grimace twisted my lips. “Okay. Well, good to see you.”
His eyes widened. “You’re not leaving me. You said you’d help me out.”
“I thought—”
“You still like to walk on the beach?”
I turned back. “I do.” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but I probably failed, because Asher smirked.
“Let’s go.”
“You don’t want to listen to the rest of the bands?” I asked.
“Simon was the only one I came to hear.”
I pulled out two twenties and laid them on the table.
“Thanks for buying my drink,” Asher said.
“Thanks for sitting at my table. If you want, I’ll introduce you to Simon. He’d like to meet you.”
“You sure? I don’t want to impose.” We both knew Doug had made some terrible comments about him when Asher left the band. He glanced around, his eyes darting too fast to catch anyone’s. Asher probably assumed Simon wasn’t his biggest fan.
“You’re not.” I hefted my bag onto my shoulder, took Asher’s hand, and led the way to Simon.
I wended my way through the tables, passing by a cute blonde two tables over. Had I ever been that young? My daughter Abigail was nearly the same age as the girls here tonight. I wasn’t ready for her to move away to college.
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nbsp; I had to swallow down the panic. Abbi was smart and capable. She’d proven that by taking on a counselor role on a trip with her aunt this week.
Simon finished buckling his guitar case, concern seeping into his eyes.
“Great job tonight,” I said. “Thanks for playing my song.”
I embraced my brother-in-law, needing a second to compose my emotions. Simon rubbed his hand up and down my back like he’d done each time he hugged me for nearly ten years, ever since Doug started showing symptoms. I pulled back and cleared my throat.
“This is Asher Smith. He sat with me for part of your set.”
Simon held out his hand, which Asher shook, but I caught the look Simon shot me from the corner of his eye. “Wow. Great to meet you. Lia gave me one of your albums when I was in high school. It’s amazing.” Simon always used my nickname, just like Doug had.
“Thanks. Always good to hear you appreciate the music. Makes it worth doing.”
Simon still had his other arm wrapped around my waist, an annoyingly protective gesture. Because of my dad’s stiff formality, I’d never been much for public affection. Except with Abbi.
I sidled away, pointing up toward the speakers. “Too loud,” I yelled as the next band started tuning their guitars.
“I’m planning to catch the next act,” Simon said as he moved toward the back of the club. “Sit with me.”
I frowned. “I’m good. I think Asher and I are going for a walk.”
The cute blonde I noticed earlier intercepted Asher as soon as Simon pulled me away. She clutched his arm. He smiled and nodded, but he shot me a look under his long bangs, his eyes begging me to save him. He took the pen from the blonde’s other hand and autographed the napkin she held out.
Four more people—three men and a woman, all in their late twenties—gathered around him. The woman was gorgeous, and Asher had a reputation as a lady’s man. One he’d built over the years after leaving Cactus Arrow. Much as I’d hated hearing about his exploits, I read about them all. Every single one.
Unlike Asher, Simon didn’t like dealing with the fans much. He knew it was part of the performer job, but he was in love with Ella. In. Love. The kind of love I used to write about.
The kind I thought I had with Doug back when I was young and naive. I locked that door, refusing to let the melancholy overcome my burgeoning good mood. Doug and I had made our choices. I had to live with the results.
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