Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of superpowered romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. (Or, possibly, because the only degree she holds is in the history of art.) Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in Ohio. In her spare time she enjoys comic books, B-movies, loud music, Epiphones, and Bushmills.
All the Superpowered Love stories have playlists in the back, but the one for book 7, THE PLAYHOUSE, is special. Writing a story about theater people, in which there are no less than two musicals actually put on, it’s hard not to make the entire list show tunes. But Lily and Genevieve, the girls in love and on stage and throwing fire, had other ideas. So I figured instead of going the expected route with this post, we’d go for Lily and Gen’s non-showtunes list of inspirational music… with the exception of the very last one, obviously.
Can’t you just see the crew of a summer stock theater dancing around the shop as they paint their flats to these tunes? hits the mood for me just right! … oh, and a few quiet romantic moments, not to mention lots of fire references.
But before we get to the playlist, here the blurb for THE PLAYHOUSE:
Summer has been Lily McBride’s favorite time of year since she was a kid, because that’s when the Brookesville Playhouse opens its doors. Now that she’s an adult and works as their tech director, Lily wants more for her beloved Playhouse: a larger audience, a longer season, and exciting shows to draw new patrons.
This year, though, she also wants Genevieve Mason, a pretty starlet-in-the-making from the local university, recruited for the season’s tech crew. Genny throws her heart and soul into the place too, adding her own dreams of representation to the ‘must-have’ list, and using her sweet voice and surprising flare for pyrotechnics to draw the crowds in droves. They work so well together, it’s not long before their summer crush blossoms into a steamy affair.
Lily’s falling hard, but always feels like Genny’s holding something back. And then there’s the dreaded Brookesville Arts Council—supposed to be a support system for all things cultural, instead dragging the Playhouse down with their old-fashioned stubbornness. There are a lot of hurdles to jump and egos to deflate before they can get what they want, both for the theater and from each other.