Bittersweet Symphony Duet Series

Star-crossed lovers are enmeshed in a scandal that reverberates across generations and threatens to snuff out a romance before it can establish its own melody in this angsty, steamy rock’n’roll romance from New York Times bestselling author Kate Stewart.

The second in the Bittersweet Symphony Duet is perfect for readers of Colleen Hoover, Penelope Douglas, and Chloe Walsh!

Thirty years ago, my father became the other half of a broken love story.

A relationship he’s kept hidden for decades.

Upon unearthing his secret through a series of emails in our paper’s archives, I began my search for the truth. Haunted by my father’s love story, and in my quest for answers, I never imagined I would discover a love of my own. Or that my love for Easton Crowne would be key in discovering the reason behind what split our parents up.

Doomed from the start and knowing the havoc our relationship would inevitably wreak on our families, I could never have prepared for the toll it would take or the cost of the truth.

But in order to find our ending, we had to go back to their beginning.

My name is Natalie Butler, and this is my star-crossed love story.

For readers of Colleen Hoover, Penelope Douglas, and Kylie Scott, an angsty, steamy rockstar romance filled with love, loss, self-discovery and a killer 2000s playlist from New York Times bestselling author Kate Stewart!

When a music journalist finds herself torn between two men: the tortured rockstar she discovered and her fiancé who’s also her boss, she has to listen to the music of her heart to find the journey forward…

Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.

At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.

You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.

Two days.

One playlist.

And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.