Waiting in the Wings (Upstaged #2)

by Cheryl Headford

Waiting in the Wings - S.L. Danielson and Cheryl Headford
Part of the Upstaged series:
  • Waiting in the Wings (Upstaged #2)
Editions:Paperback - Second Edition: £ 6.37 GBP
ISBN: 978-1487420680
Size: 22.90 x 15.20 in
Pages: 263

The Von are on their way. With a recording contract under their belt and a tour opening for a popular band, the world is at their feet. For those left behind prospects are not so bright, especially with someone trying so hard to break them apart. With the spotlight on The Von, no one sees the evil waiting in the wings until it’s too late.

For Asher and Vince, struggling with the separation from their boyfriends, nothing could have been worse than the mysterious photographs showing Erik and Billy in passionate kissed, first with each other, then with other people. Devastated they break of their relationships - until Connor travels thousands of miles to satisfy his honour and reassure Vince that Billy made a huge mistake for which he's now paying as he loves Vince so deeply.

Asher isn't so lucky and by the time he hears Erik say he loves him, it might be too late for both of them. With a lunatic on the loose and both Asher and Erik caught in a trap it seems neither will escape it just goes to show that you can never ignore what might be Waiting in the Wings.

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Publisher: Extasy Books
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: Under 18
Protagonist 3 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Thrill of the Chase, Unrequited Love
Word Count: 75000
Setting: St Louis and London
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters

Asher wasn’t even sure what he was doing here. Okay, he’d promised, but he still wasn’t convinced it was a good idea. Erik was a complication, one he could do without.

His parents were at him again, his father rumbling on about more therapy. Asher agreed with everything just to make them go away. He had no intention of following through on the assurances. Like fuck he’d sit through more of that shit. If he could just fend them off until after graduation, he could concentrate on the job he’d landed at a local art gallery and maybe look for somewhere to live so he could move out. Then they’d have no more control over his life.

Ah, well, Daisy wanted him to be here, so here he was. At least it was acoustic guitar this time. He didn’t think he could have stood the drums and loud electrics. His head was still sore.


Erik unfolded a piece of paper he’d pulled from one of his pockets. “This is a new song I scribbled out a couple nights ago. It’s called Viper. I, um, I hope you like it.”

The shadows fell in just such a way across the planes of Erik’s face that his blue eyes gleamed like twin sapphires, shining in the darkened garage. Asher shot a look at his sister, but Daisy was discussing something urgently with Erik. Then Daisy plucked the first chords, and Erik began to growl.

“I can see you lookin’ at me, I can see your smile. But baby you ain’t foolin’ me. Coz I know that’s not your style.”

Asher’s heart jolted with shock. The expression in Erik’s eyes bored straight into him. The song was about him and meant for him. He felt sick. Erik had written a song for him? It wasn’t even his usual kind of song. Softer, gentler, but so intense.

“Spit your poison at me. Spit it while you can. Coz baby I got the antidote. I’m a be your man.”

What did that mean? What was he trying to say? The walls closed in around Asher. His heart beat fast, and his mouth was dry. This didn’t sound as if Erik only wanted to be friends. Wiping sweaty hands on his jeans, Asher shivered and panicked. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to let Erik—much less anyone else—in. But he’d written a fucking song about him.

“I can see what’s hidden. Behind that viper smile. Your fangs are filled with venom. But your heart’s filled with pain. They got you good.”

That was too much. Asher didn’t know what it was supposed to mean. What did Erik know? What had Daisy told him? Did he know about James?

The rest of the song passed in a whirl, and Asher didn’t hear a word of it. He didn’t even notice when it stopped. When silence fell, it was a completely unexpected silence.

Erik panted. He glanced over at Daisy, who smiled at him.

What the… She smiled at him?

Erik pushed back his blond hair and shot a look at Asher. “Um, what did you think of it? I wrote it…”

Asher came back to the room with a jolt. He raised his eyes. Erik gazed at him expectantly. The expression on his face was… No, oh no. This was going too far, and he just couldn’t handle it, not now. Before he had time to think, he bolted for the door and fled out into the warm afternoon sunshine.


Reviews:Amy Dufera on Amazon wrote:

First we have Erik, who is in a band. He and Asher, the new emo kid, instantly hate each other. And they continually harass each other.

Then we have Erik's best friend Billy. Billy is in love with Erik, but is constantly hurt by Erik's insistence on remaining closeted. They had made a pact to keep each other's secret, but Billy wants to be out of the closet now. And Erik just can't let himself be openly gay.

The story starts to get complicated as we start meeting some of the other guys. Don't blink or you might miss one of the couplings of the moment. Seriously, pay attention though. There is actually a wonderful overall plot to this story. And the couples that form in the end are super sweet.

I loved Asher. My heart freaking broke for him. He is so darn damaged. And then Erik repeatedly hurts him. When they do admit to liking each other, Erik just can't let his feelings show in public. He constantly denies Asher and damages Asher more.

Honestly, Erik was an ass. He's likeable because he has his reasons for being an ass. But, he is an ass. He is horrible to Asher. And he repeatedly almost loses Asher. When it seems like he has finally gone too far, Erik needs some help to win him back. It actually ends with a very sweet and romantic prom night for all.

This book contained a great story, but sometimes the pace of the story confused me. I enjoyed it, but I was personally left feeling that the story had so much more potential. I think it was the writing style was just so fast and jumped around so much. There were so many people and so much going on. I think it would have been more enjoyable if the pace was slower and there was a little more "meat" to the story at times.

The heart of story itself though was really good. The end was just beautiful. I would definitely recommend reading this.

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About the Author

Cheryl/Nephy was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl/Nephy has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl/Nephy became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl/Nephy lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon and two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art, with a healthy smattering of magic and mayhem

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