The Canadian Caper {Postmodern Jukebox fan fiction - Scott Bradlee Loves Ya}
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 33m
  • Reads 531
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 10
  • Time 33m
Complete, First published Sep 27, 2014
Postmodern Jukebox is an American retro band which takes today's songs and plays and sings them in older styles like 1920s flapper, 1960s Motown, and even klezmer! Scott Bradlee, Robyn Adele Anderson and the gang are off on their first noir adventure to ... Canada? Where they meet a certain band .... Be sure to check out this #wattys2014 nominee!
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.