â€œA gripping, sensual and darkly romantic masterpiece.”– Frolic
Pretty Scars, Carrie Drazenâ€™s long awaited love story from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, is available now!
In Carrie Drazenâ€™s diamond-studded world, beauty is everything: a blessing, a commodity, and a curse. Her beauty got her past the velvet ropes and into New Yorkâ€™s high society, but it ripped her away from the man she loved and chained her to an unbearable life.
Then, in a single night, a song played by a mysterious and secretive musician carries her back to a past ripe with possibilities, when love could open any door.
Who is this anonymous performer?
How can a man sheâ€™s never met tell the story of a boy she loved with such precision?
She needs to know. But sometimes masks exist for a reason, and this unveiling could scar them both.
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Excerpt:After four years at USC, I knew how to survive. I went to the University Village mall, where Earl the security guard liked to hear me play. I needed to practice anyway. â€œPlay that Stravinsky thing, would you?â€ Iâ€™d educated Earl in the ways of classical composers and he turned out to have a great ear. He always had a request. â€œYou got it.â€ â€œGonna miss your playing after you graduate,â€ he said as I set up my case. â€œIâ€™ll miss the acoustics in here.â€ â€œWhere you going?â€ he asked. â€œNew York.â€ I drew the bow across the strings and made an adjustment. â€œBig Apple. You got a job there?â€ â€œNot yet. But thatâ€™s where the opportunities are.â€ He shook his head not as a negation, but with a rueful look back at youth. When I started playing the piece Earl liked, I wasnâ€™t looking to fall in love. I wasnâ€™t looking to get tied down. I hadnâ€™t fallen in love since Babette, and that was fine. Making a name for myself as a musician would take up all my time. The acoustics in the front hall of University Village were outstanding. My eyes were closed as I played, listening for off tones and missed notes. I was in perfect flow. My fingers acted before my mind could correct, so my ears made adjustments. The conversations, the clattering food trays, the dim Muzak in the speakers were miles away. There was no reason for me to open my eyes, but I did, and that changed everything. She changed everything. Standing with her friend, red hair covering her face as she rooted around her bag, she looked up just as I saw her, as if my gaze had called out. USC is full of the children of actors, models, and athletes. My friend Danny said you couldnâ€™t swing a dead cat without hitting something fuckable. But she wasnâ€™t fuckable. Not exactly. She was more. Calling her beautiful illustrated the inadequacy of language. She was a melody. A perfect symphony. The final crescendo in a masterpiece written by a genius. Taking my eyes off her would be impossible. All the air in the room bent in her direction and emanated from her as if she owned it. And still, my fingers did their job, filling the room with music that had been written for her before she was born. She was impossible. Eternal. Divine. Nothing like her should exist anywhere but Olympus. With a little smile, she dropped a bill in my case and walked out with her friend, getting momentarily lost in the afternoon sun. I stopped playing to watch her go. â€œYou got a dayâ€™s worth out of her,â€ Earl said from behind his podium. â€œYeah,â€ I said, assuming he was talking about her looks. â€œYou gonna get greedy and keep playing?â€ â€œHuh?â€ He pointed at my case with its dotting of loose change and a single, rolled up bill. I picked up the cash. Benjamin Franklin stared at me with a sly smile. That couldnâ€™t be right. Even if it was, I couldnâ€™t take it. Not from another student. Not from anyone who wasnâ€™t Bill Gates. Looking out the glass doors, I saw her and her friend make their way to the crosswalk and wait for the light. â€œYou okay?â€ Earl asked with a knowing smile. â€œOr did that pretty thing shake you?â€ â€œIâ€™m shaken,â€ I said, grabbing the pen off his clipboard. I scrawled my number on the bill and handed back the pen. â€œSave my spot.â€ â€œWill do.â€ I dropped my violin in the case and snapped it shut, losing a spray of pennies and dimes, grabbed my bag and case, and ran after her.
About CD ReissCD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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