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When I arrived, I pressed the buzzer next to the heavy-duty steel door and waited to be let in. Hearing the lock click over, I pushed it open and walked down a hall that led to a large, impressive gym space. Trev wasn’t lying when he said I’d be entertained.
It was kitted out with walls of various heights, hanging bars, makeshift rooftops and even a halfpipe. There were poles and stairways and all sorts of other contraptions to help the group hone their skills and simulate the outdoor freerunning experience. Right then all five of them were running circuits and I stood in place, stunned speechless. Leanne, Paul, Callum, James and Trev leapt from wall to hanging bar to rooftop in perfect synchrony, like a well-oiled machine. It was like each of them was an extension of the other.
My attention went to Trev. There were sweat patches on his grey T-shirt and moisture dotted his forehead. His hair was mussed and his blue eyes somehow brighter than usual. But appearances aside, it was impossible not to be impressed by his strength. He effortlessly pulled himself up on a bar, then swung his body around to land on a wall like it was nothing. He ran along the wall, then jumped onto a stairway. From the stairway, he climbed to the top of the halfpipe then ran down its curved centre.
My eyes traced the musculature of his thighs, clearly visible in the workout shorts he wore, not to mention the strong, toned lines of his arms and shoulders exposed by his sleeveless T-shirt.
I blinked out of my semi-trance when someone waved a hand in my face.
“Reya, hey! I didn’t know you were coming by,” said Paul, his customary smile in place as he endeavoured to catch his breath. I admired how his red hair hung slightly over his forehead, all askew from his workout.
“Yeah, Trev invited me over. You lot are amazing.”
He gave a self-deprecating shrug. “It’s all in a day’s work. We have an intense schedule coming up for the third season, so we need to be in top shape.”
“I can imagine.”
He eyed me speculatively. “Trev mentioned you still hadn’t made up your mind about the job yet.”
I swallowed because I didn’t expect him to bring up the PA position. My mind was almost made. I was on the verge of saying yes, but I needed someone to give me that final push into the deep end of the pool. Whether I flailed and went under, or succeeded in swimming to the top, was all on me.
I cleared my throat. “Right, yes. It’s just that I teach piano and I need to find someone to cover my lessons,” I lied. I knew several old college friends who’d jump at the chance to fill in for me. I just didn’t want to get into the whole thing about Trev’s and my rocky past, and the difficulties that could ensue.
“You’ll find someone. Come on, say yes. It’s only three weeks, and it’ll be good for my mental health to see your pretty face every day,” Paul went on charmingly. Was he flirting with me?
I smiled. “Well, we wouldn’t want your mental health to suffer.”
Right after I said it an arm came to rest casually along my shoulders—a hot, sweaty, muscled arm. I didn’t have to look to know it was Trev. “You came,” he said, gazing down at me.
I tried not to fixate on the way his chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing. “Yes, I did.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I think this must be what the inside of your brain looks like,” I teased.
“Nah, the inside of his brain looks like Car and Driver magazine with a few pages of Playboy thrown in,” Paul joked.
Trev chuckled his amusement. “Don’t forget Food & Wine. You know I like a bit of food porn with my actual porn.”
“In that case, I better not let you see that picture of Eva Mendes eating a whole pizza by herself. I don’t want you scandalizing our female company,” said Paul, shooting me a wink.
“I could eat a whole pizza by myself right now. I’m starving,” said Callum as he, Leanne and James joined us. He didn’t have a top on and it was a little hard not to look at all those defined muscles and tattoos, but I managed to keep my gaze from wandering. Leanne, who came to stand next to me, went up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “Atta girl. Don’t give him the satisfaction. He does it on purpose.”
I smirked and glanced at her, noticing a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Callum stood under a horizontal bar and reached up to grab it with both arms. Then he started doing extremely impressive pull-ups, but I followed Leanne’s instructions and ignored him. She let out a loud yawn and patted her mouth.
“Well, it looks like we’re all done here. Do you guys want to go grab food then head home? I’m in the mood for an early night.”
She looked at everyone except Callum, and I tried not to laugh at how obviously it bothered him. He dropped down off the bar, muttered something about taking a cold shower, then skulked off to the other side of the gym.
“You shouldn’t torture him like that,” said James. “You know his ego can’t take it.”
Leanne made a derisive scoff. “He’ll be fine. Every day this week I’ve barely seen him put so much as a vest on during workouts. It’s purposeful and you know it.”
“Oh, the games we play,” Paul sighed. “I’m going to shower, too. Reya, are you coming to eat with us?”
I glanced at Trev, who no longer had his arm around my shoulders. He looked like he was thinking about something real hard, but I had no idea what. I returned my attention to Paul. “Sure. If it’s okay with everyone else.”
“Of course it’s okay,” Trev answered before Paul had the chance. “Why do you think I invited you over?”
His open, friendly expression got a smile out of me. “In that case, I’m in."
It was kitted out with walls of various heights, hanging bars, makeshift rooftops and even a halfpipe. There were poles and stairways and all sorts of other contraptions to help the group hone their skills and simulate the outdoor freerunning experience. Right then all five of them were running circuits and I stood in place, stunned speechless. Leanne, Paul, Callum, James and Trev leapt from wall to hanging bar to rooftop in perfect synchrony, like a well-oiled machine. It was like each of them was an extension of the other.
My attention went to Trev. There were sweat patches on his grey T-shirt and moisture dotted his forehead. His hair was mussed and his blue eyes somehow brighter than usual. But appearances aside, it was impossible not to be impressed by his strength. He effortlessly pulled himself up on a bar, then swung his body around to land on a wall like it was nothing. He ran along the wall, then jumped onto a stairway. From the stairway, he climbed to the top of the halfpipe then ran down its curved centre.
My eyes traced the musculature of his thighs, clearly visible in the workout shorts he wore, not to mention the strong, toned lines of his arms and shoulders exposed by his sleeveless T-shirt.
I blinked out of my semi-trance when someone waved a hand in my face.
“Reya, hey! I didn’t know you were coming by,” said Paul, his customary smile in place as he endeavoured to catch his breath. I admired how his red hair hung slightly over his forehead, all askew from his workout.
“Yeah, Trev invited me over. You lot are amazing.”
He gave a self-deprecating shrug. “It’s all in a day’s work. We have an intense schedule coming up for the third season, so we need to be in top shape.”
“I can imagine.”
He eyed me speculatively. “Trev mentioned you still hadn’t made up your mind about the job yet.”
I swallowed because I didn’t expect him to bring up the PA position. My mind was almost made. I was on the verge of saying yes, but I needed someone to give me that final push into the deep end of the pool. Whether I flailed and went under, or succeeded in swimming to the top, was all on me.
I cleared my throat. “Right, yes. It’s just that I teach piano and I need to find someone to cover my lessons,” I lied. I knew several old college friends who’d jump at the chance to fill in for me. I just didn’t want to get into the whole thing about Trev’s and my rocky past, and the difficulties that could ensue.
“You’ll find someone. Come on, say yes. It’s only three weeks, and it’ll be good for my mental health to see your pretty face every day,” Paul went on charmingly. Was he flirting with me?
I smiled. “Well, we wouldn’t want your mental health to suffer.”
Right after I said it an arm came to rest casually along my shoulders—a hot, sweaty, muscled arm. I didn’t have to look to know it was Trev. “You came,” he said, gazing down at me.
I tried not to fixate on the way his chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing. “Yes, I did.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I think this must be what the inside of your brain looks like,” I teased.
“Nah, the inside of his brain looks like Car and Driver magazine with a few pages of Playboy thrown in,” Paul joked.
Trev chuckled his amusement. “Don’t forget Food & Wine. You know I like a bit of food porn with my actual porn.”
“In that case, I better not let you see that picture of Eva Mendes eating a whole pizza by herself. I don’t want you scandalizing our female company,” said Paul, shooting me a wink.
“I could eat a whole pizza by myself right now. I’m starving,” said Callum as he, Leanne and James joined us. He didn’t have a top on and it was a little hard not to look at all those defined muscles and tattoos, but I managed to keep my gaze from wandering. Leanne, who came to stand next to me, went up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “Atta girl. Don’t give him the satisfaction. He does it on purpose.”
I smirked and glanced at her, noticing a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Callum stood under a horizontal bar and reached up to grab it with both arms. Then he started doing extremely impressive pull-ups, but I followed Leanne’s instructions and ignored him. She let out a loud yawn and patted her mouth.
“Well, it looks like we’re all done here. Do you guys want to go grab food then head home? I’m in the mood for an early night.”
She looked at everyone except Callum, and I tried not to laugh at how obviously it bothered him. He dropped down off the bar, muttered something about taking a cold shower, then skulked off to the other side of the gym.
“You shouldn’t torture him like that,” said James. “You know his ego can’t take it.”
Leanne made a derisive scoff. “He’ll be fine. Every day this week I’ve barely seen him put so much as a vest on during workouts. It’s purposeful and you know it.”
“Oh, the games we play,” Paul sighed. “I’m going to shower, too. Reya, are you coming to eat with us?”
I glanced at Trev, who no longer had his arm around my shoulders. He looked like he was thinking about something real hard, but I had no idea what. I returned my attention to Paul. “Sure. If it’s okay with everyone else.”
“Of course it’s okay,” Trev answered before Paul had the chance. “Why do you think I invited you over?”
His open, friendly expression got a smile out of me. “In that case, I’m in."
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ABOUT HEARTS ON AIR
3 weeks. 5 cities. 15 impossible stunts. One reality show.
Trevor Cross came into Reya Cabrera’s world with a bang and faded out with a whimper. They vowed to make it work, but life had other plans. After chasing his TV dreams for years, Trev finally became the UK’s next big reality star, but he alienated his family and friends in the process. Now he finally has everything he ever wanted. Women. Money. Fame. But none of it means anything when he doesn’t have the one thing that matters most: love.
Money leaves a gaping hole. Fame surrounds him with loneliness. And no woman makes him feel like Reya used to before the whirlwind of success pulled them apart.
He has a plan to get her back for good. However, with a hectic filming schedule looming, the only way to do that is to convince her to come on the road with him. Reya has been stuck in a rut for a while, and the opportunity to travel across Europe and play her music for new audiences seems like heaven. The only catch? She has to do it with the one boy who ever got close enough to break her heart. But he’s not a boy anymore, and as she gets to know him again she can’t deny her respect for the man he’s become.
Every time she’s around him her heart feels full of air, like a balloon about to pop. Little does she know, Trev’s feelings are just tumultuous as hers. One thing’s for sure, these three weeks on the road together will either make them whole again or break them irrevocably.
**Hearts on Air is a contemporary romance and book #6 in the Hearts series, however it can also be read as a complete standalone.**
3 weeks. 5 cities. 15 impossible stunts. One reality show.
Trevor Cross came into Reya Cabrera’s world with a bang and faded out with a whimper. They vowed to make it work, but life had other plans. After chasing his TV dreams for years, Trev finally became the UK’s next big reality star, but he alienated his family and friends in the process. Now he finally has everything he ever wanted. Women. Money. Fame. But none of it means anything when he doesn’t have the one thing that matters most: love.
Money leaves a gaping hole. Fame surrounds him with loneliness. And no woman makes him feel like Reya used to before the whirlwind of success pulled them apart.
He has a plan to get her back for good. However, with a hectic filming schedule looming, the only way to do that is to convince her to come on the road with him. Reya has been stuck in a rut for a while, and the opportunity to travel across Europe and play her music for new audiences seems like heaven. The only catch? She has to do it with the one boy who ever got close enough to break her heart. But he’s not a boy anymore, and as she gets to know him again she can’t deny her respect for the man he’s become.
Every time she’s around him her heart feels full of air, like a balloon about to pop. Little does she know, Trev’s feelings are just tumultuous as hers. One thing’s for sure, these three weeks on the road together will either make them whole again or break them irrevocably.
**Hearts on Air is a contemporary romance and book #6 in the Hearts series, however it can also be read as a complete standalone.**
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L.H. Cosway lives in Dublin, Ireland. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories. L.H. is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
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