For these two men, this record could be the soundtrack to their lives – if they’re willing to mix things up.
Meticulous and organized, air traffic controller Mike Larson has every reason to be wary of mixing his passion for music with love. When Mike’s hunt to complete his Top 100 of the ‘80s list brings him to Vintage Vinyl, a shock of guyliner, dyed hair and flamboyant personality rocks his orderly world. Can he risk a step outside his comfort zone for a chance with Leon?
Flamboyant Leon Sanders uses attitude to keep others at a distance, because he doesn’t believe in love or a lasting relationship. When he turns up the charm at his music store Vintage Vinyl, he makes the best sales. Something about the quiet man beckons Leon to give love a chance, but does he dare mix it up with Mike?
About the Author:
When she’s not writing the
stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with
her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad
too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the
boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over
her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She
enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy
best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always
need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.
She also masquerades under the
name Wendi Zwaduk.
the following excerpt for MIXING MIKE:
still here.” The voice stopped Leon. The people who came to Vintage tended to
ask him for help locating special items, but none of them sounded quite like
this guy—low and husky.
“I need to find
George Benjamin,” the man said.
around, ready to tell the customer to go inside and fill out a special request
form at the counter, when he paused. The moment he clapped eyes on the man, the
breath wrenched from his body. Tall, blond, muscles—but not built like a brick
wall—and green eyes. Holy hell, he loved green eyes.
Although the guy
projected a calm, smooth exterior, the way he balled his fists made Leon wonder
about his story.
for the Peach Slayers record, aren’t you, baby? It’s their rarest album, but
the best music they ever made. Everyone wants a copy, but no one can seem to
get their hands on it.” Leon hooked his fingers in his jeans pockets. The
chains from his wallet to his belt loops clinked. “I had one and it grew legs.
Someone stole it about four months ago, hon, but we might be able to find you
“Oh.” Green eyes’
shoulders slumped. Still, the polo shirt wrapped around him like a second skin,
giving tantalizing glimpses of the hard body underneath. “Damn. That’s the last
one I don’t have.”
feelers perked. “You’ve got a collection or you just really like the hits of
the ’80s, babe? Which one is it?” Leon shifted his weight from his left foot to
his right and adjusted his pants to hide the burgeoning erection. God. Looking
at a man with green eyes was now all it took to turn him on? What a horn ball.
Still, something about the hunk made him want to look twice.
“It’s silly to
most people, but I love music. All music. One of my things is to collect every
number one album. I’ve got a whole list of the top hits of the 1980s and I’m
only missing two.” He clenched and unclenched his fingers, then stuck out his
hand. “Think you can help?”
Leon shook his
hand. “I might be able to do—something. For a fee.” The guy liked music almost
as much as he did and sounded almost as neurotically methodical about
collecting records. “You’ve got the old Hot Twenty-Five lists?” A man after his
own heart. “Okay, I’ve got to ask. Disc or vinyl? You strike me as the vinyl
type, but I’ve been surprised before.”
“Vinyl all the
way.” The guy smiled and his eyes twinkled. “I’m Mike.”
“And I am in love.”