Portland Symphony Series by London Price

My sister told me to stay away from her roommate. I promised I would. But I didn’t. I didn’t mean for this to happen...I mean, yeah, maybe it was predictable when I started asking about his AI research and finding reasons to hang out, even when my sister wasn’t home. Looking back, we never should've slow danced alone like that. But with Chance, goofing around melted into messing around easier than butter on hot bread... moreMy sister told me to stay away from her roommate. I promised I would. But I didn’t. I didn’t mean for this to happen...I mean, yeah, maybe it was predictable when I started asking about his AI research and finding reasons to hang out, even when my sister wasn’t home. Looking back, we never should've slow danced alone like that. But with Chance, goofing around melted into messing around easier than butter on hot bread. It’s not fair to keep our relationship a secret, but how can I tell my sister I betrayed her trust? And when the truth comes out, how can I keep both the people I care about most? Acoustics is the first book in the Portland Symphony series, a steamy trans romance series set in Oregon. It contains robot talk, found family, and a happily ever after. It’s not intended for readers under eighteen or readers who don’t want to read explicit LGBTQ sex scenes. less

You wanted a nemesis, Glenn Rasmussen? You got one.I’ve already failed their pottery class once, and when they wouldn’t let me sign up for summer school, they officially went on my shit list. And that was before they ridiculously suggested that I might have ADHD.Yes, I’m still staring at their tattoos in class, and yes, their sense of style is enviable, and yes, when I hear them play their bass, my soul leaves my body a little bit. But that doesn’t change anything; they’re still annoying AF... moreYou wanted a nemesis, Glenn Rasmussen? You got one.I’ve already failed their pottery class once, and when they wouldn’t let me sign up for summer school, they officially went on my shit list. And that was before they ridiculously suggested that I might have ADHD.Yes, I’m still staring at their tattoos in class, and yes, their sense of style is enviable, and yes, when I hear them play their bass, my soul leaves my body a little bit. But that doesn’t change anything; they’re still annoying AF.Every attempt to be nice just ends up making things worse. I scraped together my first project and blew up my second one. My final project is still sitting on the wheel as the minutes tick down on our final class, and I don’t know how to finish the damn thing.If I can’t pass this class, I’m screwed. If I can’t stay away from my instructor, I’m still screwed…but in a very different way.If you like neurodiversity, bonding over thrift store fashion, and teacher-student without the power games, grab this steamy, queer romance now! This second book in the Portland Symphony series is best enjoyed in order, but can be read as a standalone. CW for mentions of transphobia regarding uniforms and past self-harm. less

Getting over your ex is tough when he lives right down the hall…and tougher still when he’s in your bed.He wasn’t Andrew when we dated–he was a curvy, black-haired beauty I locked eyes with in a club. I didn’t realize it was serious when we stayed up all night talking about music. Nor when he was spending more nights at my place than his own. We fell into a rhythm I missed completely, and as a percussionist, that’s embarrassing. Our break-up wrecked me more than I’ve been willing to admit... moreGetting over your ex is tough when he lives right down the hall…and tougher still when he’s in your bed.He wasn’t Andrew when we dated–he was a curvy, black-haired beauty I locked eyes with in a club. I didn’t realize it was serious when we stayed up all night talking about music. Nor when he was spending more nights at my place than his own. We fell into a rhythm I missed completely, and as a percussionist, that’s embarrassing. Our break-up wrecked me more than I’ve been willing to admit. But when my ex shows up on the porch in the middle of the night, soaked and homeless, I can’t turn him away. He needs a place to stay, a job–I can give him that, at least. But when he wants me to hold his hand during his first tattoo and cook meals with him, fall asleep holding each other…that’s different. Can I put my fragile heart on the line again, knowing how it ended last time? Or do I owe it to myself to see if what we had the first time was just the overture? Overture is the third book in the steamy Portland Symphony series, but can be enjoyed as a standalone. If you like early transition awkwardness, bad boys who learn to communicate, and a gender-affirming HEA, one-click this book now. CW for coming out gone wrong, implied deadnaming, and discussion of religious trauma. less