tabloid breakup scandal quickly followed.
was embezzling my money.
called off our engagement the next day.
sold-out world tour, and more money in the bank than I ever imagined, but every
time I hit a milestone in my career, my personal life suffers.
connect with. The closer we get, the more powerful my feelings grow,
complicating our professional relationship.
man to stand by my side, undaunted by the fame and attention that trails
unyielding façade throughout heartbreak and betrayal. Perhaps it’s time to show
them the real me.
to puddle, forming lyrics from my soul’s breath. And with each word, my broken
heart cries out for Kane, begging him to help me break this pattern.
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people with my favorite guitar strapped snug against me, I prepare to sing my
nature. I performed in countless dive bars before breaking onto the scene and
securing my first record deal, then moving on to sold-out world tours. Which
means I shouldn’t have sweaty palms like a preteen working up the nerve to talk
to her crush.
a questionable food truck.
into the mic. Noise from the cheering fans is deafening, and like every time I
perform, the surreal quality never quite fades.
someone who eviscerated my heart entirely. My other relationships—and
subsequent failures—pale in comparison.
songwriting. With regard to the latter, it’s never hard to find someone
mourning an unrequited love, suffering heartache, or wishing they’d find their
own glorified everlasting love.
they’re never on the receiving end of the snide, sarcastic comments of, “Oh,
poor thing. He’s rich and famous and can’t find love. Boo-freaking-hoo.”?
ripping out my heart and putting it on display for the world, I receive the
“She’s probably selfish and put her career first” or “She probably cheated, and
now she’s regretting it” or “Mm. So sad. The Ice Princess of Pop is
soul, regardless of how damaged they might be at any given time. And as long as
my fans continue to support me, I’m going to keep on keepin’ on.
my chin, willing myself to maintain composure. “It’s called ‘Embers.’”
me fades. My voice emerges from the shards scattered within my chest where my
working heart once was.
faces of the fans in the front rows. And yet again, I’m reminded of something
all too easily forgotten. That there are others who can relate to lyrics
written from my soul’s breath.
currently lives on the southeastern coast of the U.S., enjoys long walks on the
beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the
mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular
80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost
anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.
|A while ago I read “The Good Samaritan” by R.C. Boldt and I loved the story and the writing style so when I came across the Plot of “Too Good at Goodbyes” I knew I had to read the book.
For me the plot style was a little unusual, because when it comes to “star” novels I usually prefer the male lead to be the famous one. So this was the only thing I was uncertain of when I went into the book. But to my amazement I loved it. Probably because the author did such a fine job to make the female lead such a strong and clear headed person. She had no illusions and I loved the banter between the characters. The whole setting of the book made it feel real and I as a reader felt involved.
Simone and Kane where amazing characters and if you love star/bodyguard romances you will adore this one.
Actually I am not sure what I could add in my comment here as the blurb already gives a perfect impression of the plot and anything I might write here additionally would end up being a spoiler. So if you love this author and/or love Rock Star novels you should add this one to your TBR pile and enjoy it