For Chapter 3, I'm sharing an artist who I listened to pretty frequently for both novels: William Fitzsimmons. One of the many songs is below.
But first, the snippet:
Declan’s arms tighten. “You’re cold.” “Yes. I miss the fall already.” I hate the winter. With winter comes snow. I hate the snow even more. One day I will remember why. “I don’t understand your dislike for cold weather.” “I can think of no reason to love it the way you do,” I say with a smile tugging the corners of my lips. “Oh no? Lying by the fire, wrapped in nothing but each other?”