Contemporary Romance · Sharing The Love

Sharing The Love

with Heather E. Andrews

Featuring her novel Scarred Melody: Bold Melodies Book 1 which has just been released TODAY!

Welcome to Sharing The Love, Heather E. Andrews!

If you could time travel, where would you go and when? Why?

1900, Hyde Park, NY. I am obsessed with the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park, NY. It was built to be their ‘country getaway’ from NYC on the Hudson River. The interior makes me feel like I’m in a more austere version of the Clue Mansion. The gardens are beautiful and not overly done. The sculptures are amazing. And…I got my first idea for a romance novel sitting in those gardens. I fantasized about living in a time reminiscent of Gosford Park and what it would be like if someone from my time just fell into that time period. Someday I’ll write it…

Of all the characters you’ve created, who is your favorite and why?

Amelia Clarke in Scarred Melody. Amelia is that crazy best friend you had in college that dragged you to the bars to have shots and make out with guys in the bathroom. She has no filter, and she has a lot of opinions—in fact, her opinions have opinions. One of my favorite quotes of hers:

“But seriously, tap that rock god ass! You know he’s got that DTF reputation. You could totally take a ride on that joystick!”

Amelia will get her own story in the series. She’s insisting on it and, as you’ll come to find out, what Amelia wants, Amelia gets.

As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

The Honey badger. You know that saying? “Honey badger don’t give a shit.” That’s my motto. Because this business is full of criticism, unsolicited advice, and broken promises. But those of us who want to succeed must persevere beyond that. We must let the things that disturb us fall away so we can focus on what needs to be done, then celebrate the wins. If I get a bad review, sure I’ll take what I can from it, I’m not an ostrich, but in the end…honey badger don’t give a shit.

Does music inspire your writing at all?

Yes. Most definitely. I’ve spent a whole day getting lost in the rabbit hole that is YouTube music. It feeds my rock star fantasies.

What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

When I was seven, my parents owned a small furniture store in the mall called the Marketplace. Now, keep in mind, this was the 80s and everyone at the shops knew me because I went to work with my parents every day, so wandered the mall. Well, one day–I swear on my late grandmother’s socks–I got lost. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to the information booth and told them I was lost. They followed procedure and announced my name over the loudspeakers and asked my parents to come get me. My mother was so upset she sent my brother’s girlfriend to come get me. Mom was furious! When I got back to the shop, she grabbed me by the shoulders and asked me, “What were you doing?” I somehow got it in my brain that I couldn’t tell her the truth—that I had to lie, or she’d just get angrier. So, I said, “I just wanted to hear my name all through the mall.” After what came to be known as the ‘mall incident,’ I had to wear a name badge that said:

I’m Heather

Return me to the Marketplace

That’s right. I came with a return receipt, folks. And from that day forward at every national and religious holiday, this story was told over turkey and mashed potatoes, much to everyone’s merriment and my embarrassment.

About The Book

Can a brutally scarred songwriter help a washed-up rock star feel the music again?

“We all have scars, El. The only difference is I can see yours.”


All I knew was music. Writing it, playing it. The sway of the melody traveled through me. It kept me company as I hid my face under a mask.

My dream of singing in front of the crowds was long forgotten. Now I hide in the shadows, only emerging to help fellow artists launch their careers.

Enter Skyler Dalton, my teenage heartthrob.


My best friend died. My last album bombed. I punched out a paparazzi.

Life hasn’t been going my way.

The label offered an ultimatum, work with a professional songwriter to salvage my solo career or hit the road.

Luckily, Elsie was easy to work with. I wasn’t looking for love, but what I found was a lot more than just a new song…

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Rockstar Romance

Length: Novel

Rating: R – Mature Audiences Only



When Skyler strummed the final chord, he closed his eyes. I savored the moment with him, enjoying what we’d created together. 

“I’ve never enjoyed singing that song so much,” his voice choked with emotion.

I smiled, memories racing through my mind. “After my accident, when I realized how my life was going to change, I listened to that song on repeat. Nothing was going to be the same again. I tried—still try—to accept it. 

“How did things change for you?” He put down the guitar gently on the stand.

“For the longest time, I wanted to be like my mom. To be on stage feeling the electricity from the crowd, creating an experience with them and the music.” I stared off into the distance, my eyes glassing over with tears. “I wanted to travel with my mother back then. We were going to be the Clarke Ladies on tour. Like the Judds!” Giggling, I remembered how thoroughly I’d planned it in my head. “But then she was gone.”

“Elsie, you can still perform. There’s nothing stopping you. Scar or not, you’d take the music world over.”

“Maybe. But I wouldn’t be with my mother.” I tried hard to put the idea of being on stage out of my mind, despite how much Amelia pushed. Facing the hard wall of public scrutiny was exhausting to think about.

“It would still be amazing. Elsie, you are gifted. Your mother would be proud of you.”

I turned my head away, not able to look him in the eye as a tear slipped down my cheek. 

“You are so talented, El. I’ve never seen anything like it. Your eyes light up like the Fourth of July when you play. I can see a stream of joy radiating from your body. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice had gone soft–nearly a whisper.

He stared at me, his face intent. I saw the truth in his eyes. He really felt this way. 

The man I’d idolized and adored from afar since I was eleven years old called me exquisite. 

What a beautiful word.

Buy It Now:

Amazon (Australia)

Amazon (US)

About The Author

Heather E. Andrews has been reading romance since the age of twelve. She lives as a disgruntled pug-mother in Albany, NY. She is the baby of nine children and slaves away taking care of her two entitled pugs and four spoiled guinea pigs. Her only escapes in life are reading, writing, and Star Trek reruns.


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A spicier excerpt from Scarred Melody: Bold Melodies Book 1 can also be found in the Loved-Up Library here.

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