A fun little excerpt from Unravel: A Hartgrave Tellers Novel

Featuring Dan Teller—bass player, menace, and smut-monologue king—and Olivia Rose, actress, skeptic, and chaos’s perfect match.

She just wanted to look him up.

Instead? She stumbled on the Say the Line video.

Coming soon.

🖤 UNRAVEL: A Hartgrave Tellers Novel

The bass player gets his book. And it’s unhinged in the best way.

Olivia Rose

I looked up Dan Teller. Stupid, I know—but I couldn’t resist. The most popular video that popped up was one called Say the Line, with hundreds of millions of views.

I clicked.

It opened on Emma, running down a studio hallway, phone camera bouncing as she moved.

She was laughing, a little breathless.

“Okay, so a bunch of you have asked me to get Liam to say that line from the Windswept series,” she gushed. “The one Arydan says to Randriannas—you know the ‘I would have marched a thousand miles to stand at your side, to fight with you in all your glory… if we live, we live together; if we die, we die together’ line?”

She squealed. “Yeah, that one.”

She glanced at the camera, grinning. “I’m gonna try. But no promises, because he’s Liam—and unless I wrestle him to the ground, he’s not gonna do it.”

She pushed into what looked like a snack room. The band was sprawled around, joking, laughing. Definitely Break the Chains era.

“Liam,” Emma called, zooming in on him. He was cracking open a water bottle, backwards cap, jeans, plain T-shirt—casual as hell.

“Yeah—” He looked up, realized she was recording, and immediately shut his mouth.

The comments on-screen flashed across the screen as they blew up:

“Did anyone else think he was about to say ‘love’ before he caught himself?”

“SO relationship-coded.”

“They’re totally secretly married, right?”

“Come here, my fine British friend,” Emma teased.

He groaned and stalked toward her.

“Are you recording this, Em?”

“Yes. Say hi.”

He gave a little wave, muttering, “Hello.”

She flipped the camera so it caught both of them in selfie mode.

“Now,” Emma announced grandly, “the fans—loving and adoring as they are—want you to say a line for them.”

Liam arched a brow. “A line. What, like a pickup line?”

“No,” she laughed. “A very specific line. I’ll pull it up, then you read it, but like with passion.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“Emma, is this from one of your smutty books?”

Emma cackled. “Yes. And all the fans are dying to hear you say it—with your sexy, smoky voice and your British accent.”

I couldn’t help it—I snickered. Emma knew exactly how to pour fuel on a fire.

She leaned closer to the camera. “Everyone loves your voice. Just roll with it.”

Liam shook his head again, but this time he looked at her, and despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Okay,” she went on, dramatic as hell, “So the line is after the male main character arrives with his army at the battlefield where the female main character is about to fight in this big war. Huge sweeping moment. He tells her she’s the moon, the stars, the sun—the light his life is guided by. Undying love. And then…” Emma waggled her brows. “They get it on in the war tent before the battle.”

Liam pulled back, incredulous. “What? Right there in the war tent?”

“Yes, Teller. Sometimes making love in war is necessary to remind you what you’re fighting for.”

“Aren’t they fairies, Emma?”

“Immortal beings, Liam. And it’s an iconic scene. Also—smoking hot.”

Her fingers moved over her phone like she was scrolling for the exact passage. Liam squinted at her.

“I’m not saying that, Em.”

“Come on, Teller. Say it.”

He groaned again, adjusting his cap, stalling.

And that’s when Dan suddenly burst between them, grabbing the phone out of Emma’s hand.

“You’re asking the wrong brother, Emma!” he declared. “Arhydan is my man. I would do unspeakable things to him if I were Randriannas. He wouldn’t have survived that war tent, much less the battle!”

“Alright,” Dan said, puffing out his chest. “Gotta get myself into character. This is peak love-confession material. Can’t disappoint.”

The band erupted into laughter behind him, already sensing the chaos about to unfold.

And then—he delivered the line. Perfectly. Dramatically. Then, not stopping there, he launched into the entire monologue, milking every word like he was on a Broadway stage. The rest of the band threw themselves around the room, pretending to fight and die like extras in a medieval battle scene.

I doubled over laughing. It was absolute, glorious chaos.

Dan finished with a flourish, tossing his hair back. “There you have it! Never ask Liam to do a job that belongs to the better Teller brother.” He smirked, making sure the camera caught it. “I’ll say all the lines your smutty little hearts desire. Now go enjoy your Windswept books and sleep well after—”

“Oh no…” Emma groaned, lunging for the phone just as Liam tackled Dan out of frame.

“I was gonna say after you’re done reading!” Dan shouted from the floor, laughing.

“Yeah, right, Dan.” Emma cackled, shaking her head. She waved at the camera with her free hand before shutting it off.

I leaned back against the couch, still grinning.

Dan Teller was a menace. A pan menace. Wild, passionate, loving out loud without shame. And it terrified me sometimes—his chaos, his openness.

But beneath all of that… something steadier was starting to peek through. And that side of him?

That side intrigued me more than I wanted to admit.