Spotlight: My Song for You (Pushing Limits #2) by Stina Lindenblatt + Teaser and Excerpt

Just the synopsis of this one alone makes me think I’m going to cry when I read it. I thought the first book, This One Moment was awesome so I am excited to read My Song for You as well.

My Song for You (Pushing Limits #2) by Stina Lindenblatt

Release Date: September 6, 2016

In a poignant romance from the author of This One Moment (“Hot, intense, and filled with emotion.”—Rachel Harris), the rock stars of Pushing Limits have hit the big time. But fame gets tough when love presents a fork in the road.

At twenty-one, Jared Leigh had been prepared to give up the life of a touring musician to be a father after getting his girlfriend pregnant. When she told him that she’d gotten an abortion, Jared was devastated. Now at least he has the groupies to keep him company—until a blast from the past rocks his world.

Callie Talbert hasn’t seen her sister’s ex since high school. But after Callie bumps into Jared while she’s grocery shopping with four-year-old Logan, there’s a spark that wasn’t there before. Jared quickly realizes that her deaf “son” is the same age his own child would have been. When Jared demands to know more about Logan, Callie panics. There are things she just can’t tell him. Besides, Jared’s a bad-boy rocker, not a dependable father figure. He’ll move on to his next gig soon enough . . . right?

Trouble is, Jared refuses to be pushed away, and the more quality time he spends with Logan, the more he’s captivated by the woman Callie has become. When the truth is revealed, Jared only hopes that the three of them have what it takes to become a real family.

Jared

I indicated for Logan to follow me to my guitar. I lifted the strap over my head and turned the guitar on, then indicated for Logan to sit near me on the hardwood floor. Watching his expression, I strummed a few random chords. His eyes widened and he placed his hands on the floor. I played some more, and his face lit up brighter than before.

“I wanna try something,” I said to the guys. “Each of you play a couple of bars from ‘Take Me Tonight,’ but one at a time. I want him to feel the vibrations from the different instruments.” The lyrics weren’t exactly kid-friendly, but Logan couldn’t hear them, so it didn’t matter.

I indicated for Mason to go first. Logan bopped his head in time to the drum beat. This was followed with Kirk on the bass, Aaron on the keyboards, and finally me on the guitar again. The drums and bass got the biggest reaction from him.

“Told you drums are the best,” Mason said. “You know, if it weren’t for the part where he obviously likes drums better than the guitar, I’d swear he was your son.”

“Idiot. I’ve already told you he isn’t my son.”

“I heard what you said, but are you sure you’ve never banged his mother?”

What the f*ck? “Of course I haven’t.”

“Maybe you’ve just forgotten it. You were drunk or something.”

“I’m positive I’ve never f—uh, slept with her.”

“Then how come he looks a lot like you?”

Logan looked back and forth between us. Fortunately, he couldn’t hear Mason.

“Just because he and I both have dark brown hair doesn’t make him my son. Kirk has brown hair too.”

“Yeah, but Kirk’s hair isn’t wavy and Kirk doesn’t have dimples. You and the boy have the same dimples.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s my son.” God, sometimes I wondered whether Mason’s mother had dropped him on his head shortly after he was born.

“What color is his mom’s hair?” he asked.

“Red.”

“What color are her eyes?”

“Blue.”

“Dimples?”

Callie’s smile popped into my head. “None, but that doesn’t prove anything.”

Mason shrugged. “Whatever you say. But I still think he looks a lot like a mini-you.” He snorted. “As if one of you isn’t already enough.”

Logan signed something, but I had no idea what it meant. Seeing that I didn’t understand, he said, “No play?”

Everyone’s gaze shifted back and forth between me and Logan, but I couldn’t tell if they were buying into Mason’s way-off theory.

“For the last time,” I said, “he’s not my son. So let’s drop it and play.”

Mason got the hint and began playing the opening beats of our upcoming single. We all joined in soon after.

We continued playing for the next few hours. Surprisingly, Logan didn’t get bored watching us. At one point he got up and bounced around like he was dancing, the way little kids do. The light steaming through the windows shone on him, like he was the real star of the show. Hailey joined him. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

For a moment, I imagined that Hailey wasn’t the one dancing with Logan, and that it was Callie.

A sudden longing for the girl who’d been in my thoughts a lot lately—more than she should’ve been—came close to knocking me onto my ass for the second time that day.