Book Title: Feel The Noise (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)
Author: Aria Grace
Publisher: Surrendered Press
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Release Date: October 14, 2022
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Mistaken Identity
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 25 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger
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Larson Monroe is not a rockstar. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He’s a newly promoted middle manager for the marketing department of a sports apparel company…and he’s content. Mostly. But when Pitch, his identical twin brother, calls and begs for help, Lars can’t resist indulging in the childhood game of pretending to be his brother.
Reed likes being hired by stuffed suits and high society types just fine. But when he gets the chance to work security for Rocktoberfest, the biggest rock festival in the country, he’s eager to take the job. It’ll be a nice change of pace and a fat bonus for being on-site during the event. What he doesn’t expect is the change of pace of his heart when he spots Pitch Monroe, lead singer for a newbie band he’s never even heard of.
The sparks are instant and quickly burn hotter than either of them have ever felt before. But when Larson’s real identity is exposed, it doesn’t exactly go as planned…
Feel The Noise is part of the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your kindle, and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!
After a somewhat inappropriate pat down and near-probing, I’m allowed to grab my carry-on and shoes off the conveyor belt and head toward my gate.
For the thousandth time in twenty-four hours, I curse my idiot brother for putting me in this situation. As usual, Pitch is fucking up his life and expects me to bail him out. And as usual, I’m the bigger idiot who is running to his rescue.
A part of me knows he’ll never stop relying on me if I always fix shit for him, but a bigger part of me likes being relied on. And this is something only I can help with.
Most twins aren’t as identical as Pitch and I are. If we have the same clothes on and our hair looks similar, even our parents have trouble telling us apart. That was fun when we were twelve. But as grown-ass men, I didn’t ever expect to get the call from my brother asking me to pretend to be him.
On stage in front of thousands of people.
But I guess I was giving him too much credit.
When my rockstar brother texted two days ago and asked me to be him at the biggest music festival of his career, I thought he was joking.
Like, legit out of his mind on some serious psychedelics. Sadly, he wasn’t.
Pitch spent the past week in Vegas, partying like the next few days weren’t the most important of his entire career, and now, as anyone could have predicted, he’s fucked up his voice and has laryngitis. According to his doctor, he won’t be able to speak above a whisper for at least a few weeks, and there’s no way he can perform for at least a month, maybe longer.
This means he can’t lead his band during Rocktoberfest, a huge music festival in the middle of the desert. A music festival that officially starts tomorrow. And because his band is already pissed at him for all the other times he’s messed up significant opportunities for them, he can’t tell them the truth.
The gullible brother who can be talked into anything because my own life is so damn boring that I need to live vicariously through my brother now and then.
Usually, that means watching his band play and pretending I have his kind of talent.
I never, in my wildest nightmares, imagined I’d end up on stage in front of a crowd of tens of thousands of people…singing. Pitch is the attention whore. I’m the guy in the background, not a frontman. And yet, I’m about to get on a plane and be the lead vocals for one of the hottest up-and-coming rock bands in the country.
A sheen of sweat erupts on my brow and temples as the oxygen seems to ease out of the busy airport terminal. Trying to maintain as much composure as possible, I slowly count to ten and suck in a deep breath as I walk toward my gate.
I will not have a panic attack in the middle of the airport.
Not only will it cause a mortifying amount of embarrassment for me, but it would also ruin this crazy little plan that Pitch and I have cooked up for me to sneak into the festival, pretend to be him, and sneak out without anyone realizing he wasn’t actually there.
About the Author
Born and raised in beautiful California, Aria enjoys the year-round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. Her career started out in tech writing and web development and has evolved into all things marketing with fingers in everything related to book publishing.
She lives with her husband and two children and more pets than she can keep track of. Despite her crazy schedule, she loves the time she carves out to read and write. Whether it’s on the beach or on the couch at 2am, she is a woman obsessed!
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