Blog Tour: The Sound of Us by Sarah Castille

Broken hearts and hidden pasts collide in a symphony of passion and redemption.

The Sound of Us, an all-new deeply emotional, forbidden love, college romance from New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille is now available!

Broken hearts and hidden pasts collide in a symphony of passion and redemption.

Skye Jordan thought she had it all figured out. Eighteen months ago, she was in college and dreaming of a basketball career. But in a split second her world fell apart. Now she’s back at Havencrest U, broke and desperate. She has no use for sexy, bad boy musicians who kiss her senseless. . . until she lands an internship at the radio station where he works.

DJ Dante Romano has lost every person close to his heart. All he has is his music. Consumed by guilt and driven by vengeance, he has no time for love, and yet the fiery new intern who shares his passion and feels his pain tempts him like no other. For Dante, Skye is off limits. And yet from the moment he meets her, he can’t turn away.

Soon their scorching attraction develops into something deeper. Together they could make beautiful music, but will their untold secrets force them apart?

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Have you ever heard a voice that takes your breath away? I’m talking that deep, heart-melting bass with the low C talent from musical greats like Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen and Jim Morrison—a voice that makes the most mundane words sound rich beyond imagining. Silken and sensuous, distinctly seductive, the first time I heard his voice, it vibrated deep into my body and bones.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to . . .” I looked up, my voice trailing off as I fell into the most intense dark eyes I’d ever seen. For a moment I thought Jeff Buckley had come back from the grave to rip my heart out with his haunting cover of “Hallelujah” all over again. The man holding out his hand to me was quite simply the most stunning person I’d ever seen.

He had features a sculptor would love: angular jaw, high cheekbones, and a strong chin. A vintage The Cure T-shirt molded over a body that radiated raw, lean power, the short sleeves revealing chiseled arms covered in ink. His black Levi’s sat low on his hips, held in place by a brown leather belt that matched his Red Wing Heritage Blacksmiths. The way he moved when he held out his hand suggested street-level royalty—the cool friend of a friend you would never approach in case you stutter or stammer or stare at your shoes.

“Let me help you up.” His warm hand engulfed mine and he pulled me up in one smooth, easy motion, his forearm rippling beneath the beneath the ink. Liquid heat flooded my veins, and my body came alive with the most primal of hunger.

He helped Isla to her feet next, and she shot me a worried look.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh . . .” I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the pure, exquisite masculinity in front of me.

With a snort of laughter, Isla picked up her vape and went to join Scott, who had just walked out into the alley.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” My rescuer’s voice moved through my body like the beat of a song as he brushed messy strands of his brown-black hair out of his face.

“I . . .” Bewitched, bewildered, entranced. I was a down-to-earth, practical person who preferred facts to fiction, reality to fantasy. Never in my life had I met a man who so utterly and completely overwhelmed all my senses.

His lips quirked at the corners, drawing my attention to his soft mouth and straight white teeth. “‘Eye of the Tiger?’ ‘Eye in the Sky?’ ‘Eye Know?’”

Did he just name “eye” song titles?

“You forgot ‘Eyes of A Stranger,’ ‘Eyes Without a Face,’ ‘Eye,’and ‘Eyes on You.’ ” The words came out before I could stop them, my competitive streak tweaked by his music-based query.

“She knows her music.” A grin spread across his face, taking him from beautiful to breathtaking in a heartbeat.

“So does he.” I held out my hand. “I’m Skye.”

“Dante.” His warm palm pressed against mine, and the most delicious shiver ran down my spine.