Pitch Perfect by Ann Lister

Gage Tennison: I’ve played the role of rockstar for an eternity—or so it seems. Coming off a long tour didn’t help my attitude, either. I should have been writing instead of partaking in the perks. So, while the rest of my band enjoyed a vacation, I was alone in the Adirondacks working. I guess I deserved that.
Everyone suggested a collaborator to push me through my block but it felt like cheating. I’d never needed help before, so why now?
Sometimes help appears when you least expect it. How was I to know the gorgeous man hired as my personal assistant would be exactly what I needed—professionally and personally. It was the latter which shocked me because I didn’t notice men—not like that. Not until a guy with striking gray-blue eyes locked gazes with me and the music we created wasn’t just on paper.

Cain Bennington: I’m very good at my job. I’m organized to a fault which makes me a perfect assistant for the high-end entertainers I work for.
Another secret skill I have is composing music. I hear nuances that others miss and I also understand the theory behind the verses. I might be proficient as an assistant but I shine even brighter as a composer. I’ve never showcased my abilities—until a certain rockstar dropped the challenge into my lap and before the album was completed, I’d fallen for him.
But as the entertainment business discovered my skills as a composer, they also learned a piece of my history I’d hoped to keep hidden. Now I wonder if my past will over-shadow the music we created or the relationship we built.