Playing the Maestro by Aubrie Dionne
She'll have to play her boss to come out on a high note...
Melody Mires has sworn off dating musicians, but when the sexy European conductor Wolf Braun takes over her struggling symphony, her hesitation almost flies out the window with the notes of her flute—until he opens his mouth. Wolf is arrogant, haughty, and seems to have a personal vendetta against Melody. Oh, and he's her boss. If she wants to keep her job as principal flutist, she'll have to impress Wolf while simultaneously keeping her undeniable attraction to herself.
Wolf came to America to get as far away from his past as possible, and to recover some of the swagger he had as one of the world's best maestros. He never imagined being forced to reassess the entire orchestra's talent—and potentially fire anyone who doesn't make his cut. Dating the attractive flutist is out of the question, but as their feelings reach a fever pitch, can they risk both their careers for a chance at love?
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Melody Mires plopped into the principal flutist's seat in Easthampton's illustrious Civic Symphony and buried her head in her hands. "I'm never dating another self- centered, arrogant, egotistical musician again."
"Bad date, huh?" Carly ran her cleaning cloth through her oboe as her reeds soaked in a tiny shot glass on her music stand. Violins screeched around them while a French horn blatted arpeggios. It wasn't exactly the best environment for discussing Melody's dating habits.
"Let's just say two hours of listening to a guy talk about his Stradivarius is less than enticing."
Carly stuck her reed in her oboe and blew a tentative note. Ever since the board of directors had turned off the AC to save money, she'd pulled her pin-straight blond hair in a tight bun and wore shorts and sandals to rehearsal. "Which one is he, Mel?"
Melody considered letting the conversation drop. What did it matter? Every one of the musicians she'd dated was the same as her: burned out from practicing to beat the chair ahead of him, teaching five million lessons a day to make ends meet, scrambling for gigs two hours away on the weekends, so involved in a dying art form that he didn't even know the Bruins were an ice hockey team.
What she needed was a nonmusician, a gorgeous firefighter or a clean-cut Gillette commercial model in a business suit. Yes, a lawyer who worked to defend the innocent would be nice, or a veterinarian for homeless and sick animals — someone who didn't think the world revolved around him. But she didn't travel in those social circles. She was stuck in the stuffy bubble of the classical music community.
"So you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?" Carly set her oboe across her lap and shuffled through her sheet music.
Melody leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Blake Templeton."
Carly gave her a shocked look. "Not Blake?"
"Yup." She assembled her flute to try and look like she was warming up, thinking about the disastrous date with the orchestra's personnel manager. "Good thing it didn't work out, or everyone would think I was dating him just so he'd tenure my position."
"I'm surprised he'd ask you out, what with his sister and all ..."
Melody rolled her eyes. "Why would a flute prodigy from Julliard want this little Civic Symphony seat anyway? Seems to me a girl who played the Mozart G Major concerto in front of the New York Phil at age seven could get a seat in any orchestra. Age seven. When I was seven, the only thing I was playing was pretend flute on my toothbrush."
Carly shrugged as if she'd told her this flute whiz could tie her own shoes. "You're better than you think. You could give Blake's sister a run for her money any day."
"Thanks, hon." Melody twirled her dark curls behind her head and stuck a pencil in to hold the knot. "Like I said. I swear never ..."
The orchestra quieted around them. A man with dark chestnut hair flowing in waves around his broad shoulders took the conductor's podium and tapped his baton on the music stand. Blue eyes that reminded Melody of the Atlantic Ocean on a sunny day surveyed the orchestra. He pursed curvy lips framed by a strong-ridged jaw and gorgeously high cheekbones and gestured to Carly to give the tuning pitch.
Melody was glad the woodwinds sat in the back so he wouldn't hear her audible gasp. "Who the hell is that?" She thought she knew everything happening with the orchestra.
Carly nodded to him and switched on her tuner, clipping a small mic to the bell of her oboe. She spoke out of the corner of her mouth. "They just introduced him on the website this morning. Their latest surprise: Wolfgang Braun, the guest conductor from Berlin."
Melody stared in disbelief, thinking Chris Helmsworth's Thor must have had a better-looking, long-lost cousin in Germany. Since when did conductors lift weights? She'd never have to force herself to look up for cues again.
Carly began her A, and Wolf crossed his arms, his large biceps stretching the fabric of his polo as the strings tuned. He creased his cool eyes as though every note was sour, personally offending his superior sense of aesthetic perfection. Then he winced as the older ladies in the back tried to tighten their strings.
Too bad he's got a baton up his ass ...
As the strings tapered off and the woodwinds began to tune, the new conductor locked eyes with Melody. Curiosity danced in his gaze as he sized her up from across the violas, and, her lungs deflating, she dropped her flute from her lips before her A fell twenty cents flat. Nerves she hadn't felt since her conservatory days flooded her fingers.
What's wrong with me? I've got no reason to be nervous. She could outplay any up-and-coming flutist, and she'd show him just how many hours she'd played her long tones, refining the clarity of her luscious flute sound.
Suddenly she missed the hunchbacked, half-blind Mr. Wallsworth, even though he couldn't keep a steady beat. If only the founding father of the Civic Symphony had waited one more year to retire. He adored Melody's playing, and she'd have her tenure no problem. But attendance at concerts was down, and the board had scrambled to find anything or anyone to boost turnout. Looks like they hit the genetic jackpot.
The tuning notes died away, and Wolf uncrossed his arms and opened his score. "Guten tag, my fellow musicians." He spoke in a thick German accent, each syllable strong and angular, like his face. The orchestra applauded tentatively and Mr. Hottie bowed. "Not to be confused with Wolfgang Amadeus, you all can call me Wolf."
Wolf placed both arms on the conductor's podium and leaned toward the orchestra. "As you know, attendance has been less than desirable, so I've been working with the board of directors on a plan. We're going to turn this orchestra around, and we're going to start now."
Grunts of approval rang out, along with some worried looks from a few older ladies in the back. His words struck a dissonant chord within Melody. She never liked change, especially when it came to her orchestra. As long as it doesn't mean replacing the current personnel.
Wolf gestured to Blake. "Take it away, Concertmaster."
Blake stood, cradling his precious Stradivarius in the crook of his arm like a baby. "The bottom line is, we need to replenish our trust fund. Donors are getting scarce, and the price for renting the hall, the music, and paying all of you union wages is taking its toll. The last thing the board wants to do is close this orchestra, but if we don't see big numbers — and fast — we'll all be out of a job. I've chosen a dynamic program for our July Fourth concert in two weeks. Each ticket will be selling at twice the price. We need, I repeat need, to sell out this event. There will be a fund-raising auction one week prior to the concert, and all of you are required to attend."
Melody's blood pressure shot up as Blake spoke. She'd auditioned for other orchestras in the past and had gotten on the sub lists, but no one ever retired, and she'd only received one playing call in the past five years since graduation. Not only that, but orchestras were going out of business left and right. The Easthampton Civic Symphony was her only claim to fame, and if that went down, so did her career.
Looking beyond her own personal problems, her heart went out to all the older retirees who would never play in an orchestra again.
Blake tapped his bow on the podium to quiet the murmurs racing through the group. "One more thing. The annual concerto competition winners will perform during this benefit concert. Usually we open the spots to anyone playing in the orchestra. But this year, to create buzz, we're going to open auditions to the community. Anyone who plays an instrument can enter."
Melody's hands tightened around her flute. What if Blake's sister entered? Her stomach dropped. As much as she hated memorizing entire concertos, she knew she needed to enter.
Wolf nodded to Blake and the violinist sat down. "We can do this, but we'll have to give a show no one's ever seen before." He tapped his baton on the podium. "On that note. Let's begin with the Hiefinger."
It took Melody several seconds to register the name of the composer, but when she did, she felt like a fire engine had just barreled down on top of her, horn blaring and all. She hadn't heard of him. Ever.
Carly shuffled through her music and brought out a hand-scribed piece of music with the name Hiefinger scrawled on the right corner. Melody frantically flipped through everything in her folder. Don Juan, a copy of Beethoven's fifth from the last concert, an old letter from the board of directors, a page from her niece's Disney princess book scribbled in pink crayon, and her orchestral excerpt book. No Hiefinger.
Her heart threatened to burst. "Carly!" she whispered and pointed to her stand. "Where did you get that?"
Carly's face fell. "You mean you didn't get the music in the mail?"
Blake Templeton, you forgetful bastard. One check over her shoulder told her everyone else had the music, even the second flute. Everyone but her.
Wolf's arm came down, and a beautiful chord emanated from the strings.
Feeling like a kindergartener who'd forgotten her homework on the first day, Melody raised her hand and cleared her throat. "Hold on."
The chord died into silence and Wolf stared at her icily. "What is the problem?"
Every single violinist turned around in his and her seat to gawk. Melody's cheeks blazed like fire. "I don't have the music, sir."
"Don't have the music?" He blinked as if the fact somehow gave him an allergic reaction.
She could tell he was already thinking she'd left it at home, lost it, or was too totally inept to even recognize the page in the first place. Her eyes shot to Blake and her voice grew hard, accusatory. "I never received it."
Blake squinted his eyebrows. "I sent everyone their parts on May first, along with a list of the concert order."
"Well, I didn't get the Hiefinger or the list —"
Wolf held up his hand, silencing Melody. "It's mistakes like this that explain why the orchestra isn't doing well."
She fumed in her seat like a baked potato, a million nasty names filling her mouth. Great. The king of all the self-centered, arrogant, egotistical male musicians on planet Earth and he's my boss.
Either Blake was a bumbling idiot too caught up in his own playing to notice, or he was a devious plotter wanting to make her look bad for his flute goddess of a sister. And to think, he did this before our date. Had it even been a real date at all, or was he just trying to get information from her?
Annoyance flashed across the conductor's rigid features before he hid it under a calm and gorgeous facade. "Is there something we can do? Blake?"
Blake sighed and picked his way through the violin section. "I'll check the library for duplicates."
"Very well. There's no sense in starting without the principal flute and one of the first violins." Wolf rubbed his forehead with his fingers, as if he questioned his decision to conduct an irresponsible American orchestra. He leaned back and crossed his arms again. "We'll wait."
Melody sat in humiliation while the entire orchestra fidgeted. The second flutist tapped her foot and clacked her keys up and down the C major scale, the violinists in the back raised their eyebrows and fingerpicked through their parts. One of the trombonists emptied his spit valve. Carly whispered to Melody. "You sure you never got it?"
She hadn't earned the position of principal flutist by being irresponsible. Impulsive, yes, but not disorganized. She growled under her breath. "I'm sure."
Melody wasn't going to voice her suspicions about Blake and his ulterior motives with everyone around. And mentioning his sister would make her out to be crazy, insecure, or delusional. No, it was better she keep her mouth shut and pray to the sheet music god they had a spare first flute part.
Yup, this went down as #2 in the most embarrassing moments of her life, right along with throwing up at her sister's wedding (#1) and driving into a curb while trying to read show times in front of the movie theater on a blind date (#3). She'd had a flat tire, but at least the most gorgeous musician of all time wasn't breathing down her neck.
Blake returned with papers, which was a good sign. He nodded to Wolf and plopped the handwritten scrawl on Melody's stand. "Good luck sight-reading." It sounded like a challenge. Melody glanced at the page of black thirty-second notes littered with accidentals. Solo was written on top of almost every measure. Her stomach sank.
Come on, girl. Sight-reading is one of your strengths. She was convinced it was sight-reading that got her into the New England Conservatory, because she'd fumbled a run in the cadenza due to nerves. But she'd nailed the sight-reading.
Wolf scanned the orchestra. "Anyone else forget, or lose, their music?"
Melody's mouth dropped open. He was cutting her down in front of everyone, taking Blake's side. The nerve.
The orchestra remained silent.
"Good, then we can finally proceed." Wolf raised his baton.
Melody blew a gust of air into her flute. The opening chord started with a lush, vibrant hum, then turned dark and foreboding. The tempo picked up speed, and Melody met the conductor with her eyes for every entrance without missing a beat. She sounded glorious, her tone ringing like clear crystal bells. She began to enjoy herself.
This new conductor wasn't just good. He was magical, bringing each moment to its fullest potential. His charisma enticed the orchestra to play their hearts out for every note. His baton danced in the air, and his face expressed the emotions in the music as if he were the main protagonist working his way through the symphony of life.
How could such a pretentious snob exhibit such unbridled, raw emotion? Melody watched his transformation from arrogant rigidity to sincere reverence throughout the entire piece. As much as she didn't want to admit it, he pulled on her heartstrings, and every note she played sang to his desires. He made poor old Mr. Wallsworth seem like a toad with a stick. For the first time, she believed Wolfgang Braun could turn this orchestra around.
Too bad he thought she was the biggest idiot to ever play flute.
The piece concluded with a final fanfare of trumpets, and she held the last chord, feeling the rumbling of timpani in her gut. Wolf cut off the fermata, and the orchestra settled back in their seats with satisfied grins, like they'd delivered the empty audience to heaven and back.
Carly turned to her. "Wow, you go girl."
Melody wiped sweat from her headjoint. "I was lucky."
"Hardly. You were on fire."
She'd been more than on fire. For the first time since graduating from NEC, she'd completely and utterly let go. Under Wolf's conducting she'd played better than she ever had before.
Wolf caught her staring at him, and a strangely complicated emotion crossed his face before he tore his eyes away and addressed the orchestra. "We have some hard work to do, but not bad."
Not bad? Melody wiped down her flute so rigorously she could have taken off a layer of silver along with her fingerprints.
Wolf closed his score. "Fifteen minutes for break. No more."
As the other musicians walked off the stage to chitchat and snack, Melody planted herself in her seat in indecision. Wolf stood on the podium, marking his score — probably circling every single note the orchestra missed. Should she try to smooth things over? Melody stood with determination and walked through the rows of violin seats to the podium.
Wolf gazed up from his score with smoldering sapphire eyes, reminding her of her dream Gillette commercial guy. "Yes?"
Melody blinked away the fantasy. "I wanted to formally introduce myself." She held out her hand. "Melody Mires."
He stared at her hand for a long, drawn-out heartbeat before taking it into his own. His fingers were large and rough, like he cut wood with an ax in his spare time — or more like splintered it with Thor's hammer. "Nice to meet you." She found it hard to let go.
Remember what you came to do.
Melody released his hand. "Um. Mr. Braun, even though there was a misunderstanding today, I want to make sure you know that I'm one hundred percent committed to making this orchestra a success." Her hands turned clammy as her gaze traveled the lines of his rigid cheekbone, down to his perfectly sculptured chin. Man, close up, he's even more gorgeous.
Wolf raised his eyebrows. "Your comment is noted."
"Noted?" What the hell did that mean?
He held her gaze for another heartbeat, dropping to her nose, and then her lips. Melody burned under his scrutiny. What does he see? Or is it what he doesn't see? Either way, he certainly intrigued her.
Wasn't I just swearing off male musicians for the rest of my life?
Excerpted from "Playing the Maestro"
Copyright © 2013 Aubrie Dionne.
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Wow. What a heart-warming and interesting story. I barely put this novel down. To top that off, it was also quite well written and flows fluently from one section to the next. I appreciated that this novel had a beginning, some very captivating and at times comical drama in the middle, and a definite ending. The author does not rely on erotic scenes to carry this story forward, but rather develops amazing relationships between her characters. By basing her storyline on these characters and their budding relationships she creates a very solid story that is hard to beat. I absolutely fell in love with some of the characters in this novel. I couldn’t believe how extremely well developed they were. They were also developed in such a way that they were quite real and very approachable. Their actions are also consistent with their personalities, allowing the reader to better relate to the characters. As a whole, this was a brilliant way to spend an afternoon. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with these characters and would definitely recommend it to others. Please note that I received this novel free of charge from the author in exchange for an honest review
Aubrie Dionne plunges readers into the vividly cutthroat world of classical music in Playing the Maestro. For flutist Melody, she's done with dating musicians. After her recent break-up with fellow symphony worker, Blake, her job seems in jeopardy from his nefarious machinations so the last thing she wants to do is act on her growing attraction to the new conductor, Wolf. But the more she sees of him and his numerous acts of kindness the more caught up in his life she becomes and the idea of a future together takes root. It's a bumpy ride to their HEA though as a woman from his past almost destroys the trust and love forming between them. Melody is a likable character who's been burned by relationships before and is very doubtful of love's existence. She easily jumps to conclusions and assumes the worst whenever Wolf's honesty is in doubt. While these feelings of doubt are understandable they make it difficult to truly believe in this relationship at times. Wolf has come to America to escape an ex who stole not only his heart but also his life savings. He too is cautious in wanting to start another relationship and with Melody the spitting image of his ex they definitely start off on the wrong foot. But Wolf finds it difficult to keep his true self hidden and slowly lets Melody into his life, keeping the big issue of his ex a secret until her appearance creates all sorts of unwanted chaos that he has to struggle to set right. He completely makes amends in a very masterful and vocal way at the end though, so all is easily forgiven. Wolf is exotically sexy with his occasional uses of German speech. He's caring and honorable which made him easy to fall for. The story brings the world of classical music/symphonies alive with its vivid depictions of the struggles of musicians, the cutthroat nature to become a star, and the passions that this kind of music inspires. The story does feel a bit draggy though. The writing pace is laid back which is reflected in the romance that remains very sweet and progresses very slowly. There's sexual tension present but it never fully explodes into a hot and steamy encounter. This doesn't make the romance any less satisfying though as they're an immensely cute couple that have much in common. Add in a cast of memorable characters and you end up with a satisfying story that once again demonstrates Ms. Dionne's writing talent.
This is a sweet romance and it was exceptionally good. It isn't often that you get a romance novel where the lead characters have such unique careers. Melody is a flutist in a symphony orchestra and Wolf is a German conductor. I have to say that even in Wolf's worst moments toward the beginning of the book, when he comes off the most arrogant, I loved him. I could actually hear his German accent when I read his dialogue. Not the sexiest of European accents but still very sexy. And you had to feel bad for him once you realized what an evil witch his ex-girlfriend was. Melody was a fun heroine too. She was real and down to earth and her character really helped show that though you might think being a key member of a symphony might be glamorous, it really isn't, especially it isn't in a huge city. I loved her passion for the music. The other thing that was fantastic about this book were the two characters interactions with children, Melody with her niece Violet and Wolf with the children at the hospital where he performed as Mozart. I have to say that part of the story was what really won me over with him. Wolf was perfect! Melody's ex was the only downside to this great read. From the opening scene, you know that Blake's a baddie, and you have a clue that he's out to sabotage Melody, you just have to wait to see what it is, and that left me anxious as I read on. I mean this guy was a total jerk and when he's confronted with his jerkyness, the outcome isn't satisfying. This was a great book that had some really good subplots that kept you interested, especially since the romance in this book is very light. It could pretty much be read by teens on up. Playing the Maestro was a wonderfully musical read.
A Breath of Fresh AirPlaying the Maestro is a charming love story that captured my attention immediately. My initial engagement came from Ms. Dionne’s choice of setting. I found it refreshing to get a glimpse into the inner workings of an orchestra. The pressure of not only having a seat, but the constant struggle to maintain it, while the characters deal with real life challenges kept the tension high, and me turning the pages. The chemistry between Melody and Wolf is evident from their first meeting. As they each struggle with trying to overcome personal obstacles as well as those thrown into their path by a crafty set of secondary characters, their relationship deftly builds into an uplifting story that will have you cheering for them to be together. If you’re tired of reading the same old sweet romance, I suggest you give this one a try. Its distinctive storyline and engaging cast will keep you thoroughly entertained from the first page to the last.
Playing the Maestro is heartwarming tale of love in the classical musical world. Aubrie Dionne demonstrates her talent for writing as she crafts this delightful story that is well-written and entertaining. The writing flows, the characters are well-developed, and the story is engaging. The heroine, Melody, the principal flutiest in a symphony, has sworn off dating musicians after a few disastrous relationships. The hero, Wolf, a relationship-shy German who has relocated to the United States to escape the clutches of a former girlfriend, is the new conductor for Melody’s symphony. Their resolutions get put to the test as they find themselves inescapably drawn to each other. Their caring natures combined with great chemistry, seems to be more than either of them can resist. Playing the Maestro is a charming romance with an interesting peek into the classical musical world. It is an enjoyable romance that is sweet and will keep you interested from the first page to the last. I recommend this book to anyone who is interested in music and sweet romance. I received a copy of the book from Entangled Publishing in exchange for my honest review. Janna Shay Author of Fair Play
Aubrie pens "Playing the Maestro" a unique heart warming romance with an interesting plot that included a lot of musical references. I loved how her characters had such great chemistry and very down to earth. A nice read with just a few surprise twists and turns that I recommended for all romance readers. This review is based on a complimentary copy from the author which was provided for an honest review.
Melody Mires is the principle flutist with the Easthampton Civic Symphony. Her love of classical music is in her bones, and it shows in the way she plays. When it comes to dating, she’s drawn to fellow musicians because they “get” the love of music and understand the long hours required to get stage ready and to stay at the top of their game. A disastrous date with Blake, the orchestra’s personal manager, is the last straw. She vows never to date another musician again, and then fate throws the sexy, hunky new guest conductor in her path. Wolfgang Braun wants a fresh start in America. He thought that as the new guest conductor, he’d have to help and breathe new life into the flailing orchestra. Nor did he count on the strong attraction to the sexy flutist who is a dead ringer for his ex girlfriend, someone he’d rather forget about. As the saying goes: “Once bitten, twice shy”, Wolf isn’t interested in another relationship so soon, but his head isn’t communicating with his heart. Are these two willing to disobey the rules and potentially risk their careers for love? Playing the Maestro was a sweet romance with great characters, heart and drama. The characters were well developed and continued to grow throughout the story. Melody was a strong character – she was a loyal friend, a devoted sister and aunt, and she cared about the “oldtimers” in the orchestra. For her, it wasn’t about the money or the prestige. Music was her life, and it showed in the reverence she had for the pieces that were mentioned in this book. My favorite moments with Melody all seemed to revolve around her sister and her niece. Wolf was a loveable hero. He found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place regarding Melody and the orchestra. Essentially, he was the poster boy for the orchestra. With his bosses breathing down his neck to make cuts left and right, it soon became obvious that love of music wasn’t enough to sustain a business. He had to carry a huge burden on his shoulders between what was the right thing to do and what was necessary. Asking her for some help was perhaps the smartest thing he ever did. I loved Melody and Wolf as a couple. I felt the chemistry from the first moment they laid eyes on one another. Melody had something to prove, and Wolf tried to ignore his attraction to her which made him come across as a moody and brooding. Both of them assumed the worst about each other which made it even sweeter when they actually paid attention to the sums of the whole instead of what was displayed on the surface. There were so many cute moments between them. Two of my favorites involved a stuffed turtle and pajamas, and Wolf dressed up as Mozart. The love scene(s) were fade to black or touched upon in their memories, but the story didn’t need graphic descriptions anyway to get the emotional development across. Once the drama portion hit, I was fully invested in them. There were a few teary-eyed moments, but the ending suited them perfectly. If I had any complaints, it was just one thing – the use of a foreign language. I consider it a part of any other type of research that authors often do, therefore it’s important to get the spelling and grammar correct. But even with those few errors, I’d recommend this sweet love story to anyone who loves classical music, a determined young heroine and a hunky hero. I would definitely read more from this author. Disclaimer: I received a review copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
2.75 stars Melody, a driven and strong willed woman, is working hard to maintain her status as a principal flutist in the orchestra she is currently playing in. She is determined to find a man who is not a musicians since all her previous attempts at a relationship with fellow musicians have fallen flat. In comes Wolf, a handsome German conductor brought in to the fold to add much needed funding and make the orchestra a profitable one. All of Melody's plans fall to the wayside when she meets Wolf, especially after spending some personal time with him. However, her status as principal flutist in the orchestra is threatened and she believes it's best to stay away from the sexy conductor. Try as she might she can't stay away and just when things are looking up, a series of events come to play that bring her doubts and hesitations to the front and threaten the new found love she has found with Wolf. When I read the blurb for this book I was instantly attracted by the concept that was presented and was looking forward to reading and enjoying this title. I won't lie to you and say that I loved it because it actually didn't live up to my expectations. I am not a fan of the insta-love concept, but I can usually overlook it just as long as the connection and chemistry between the characters is palpable and feels real. This is not the case with Wolf and Melody. I believe that the story would have been more enjoyable and the connection between this characters more believable if they had not gotten together so soon after meeting. Especially since both questioned and denied their attraction to each other constantly. Although Wolf and Melody's interactions were entertaining and enlightening I can't help but think that they needed to get to know each other better before making their declarations of love. Aubrie Dionne's writing was engaging, especially her musical references. I enjoyed these and what they added to the story as well as the secondary characters that were introduced and the other events that were brought to the page. I liked how both Wolf and Melody had doubts about pursuing a relationship with each other because this was what made their characters real to me. So for me to see them dismiss those doubts so easily really put me off of their relationship. I received this title from Entangled Publishing through NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.
After another wretched date with a stuck on himself musician, Melody vows never again, no matter how attractive her new boss is, especially since conductors are on a whole other category of vain. Wolf has no interest in dating either, especially someone who bears a striking resemblence to to his con of an ex. The unique setting of an orchestra, with a jerk of a violinist trying to sabotage said orchestra, charming secondary characters, and some unexpected twists made this a very enjoyable, sweet read. As a lover of music, I recommend.