"Music is a Moral Law, It Gives Soul to the
Universe"- Plato
Sometimes it doesn't matter how long you know a person. The effect they can have on you can happen after four seconds or four years.
In Chase Taylor's case - it's both.
Avery McGuire doesn't just flip on a light inside of her - he sets a blaze to everything holding her back. After only a week together, he has to leave, but he strikes a match before walking away that won't easily burn out.
Four years later, Chase finds herself face to face with the boy -now rock star - who changed everything. The same one she still can't admit to falling head over heels in love with. She has no idea that her world is about to get rocked, in more ways than one.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how long you know a person. The effect they can have on you can happen after four seconds or four years.
In Chase Taylor's case - it's both.
Avery McGuire doesn't just flip on a light inside of her - he sets a blaze to everything holding her back. After only a week together, he has to leave, but he strikes a match before walking away that won't easily burn out.
Four years later, Chase finds herself face to face with the boy -now rock star - who changed everything. The same one she still can't admit to falling head over heels in love with. She has no idea that her world is about to get rocked, in more ways than one.
Excerpt:
"My life has been nothing but fake smiles, church
sermons, chores, early bedtimes, and constant discipline for things that I’ve
done wrong. The other part of me," I smiled up at him as I looked up from
picking at my nails, "this Chase, well, she is the rebel, so to speak. I
have this battery-powered radio hidden under my bed, and I listen to it every
night when I know my parents are sleeping. They don't believe in popular music,
whatever that means. I just know that I need it to breathe. They would kill me
if they knew what I was really doing tonight. I practically had to sell my soul
just to get them to let me spend the night away from home. If it weren’t for
Vic, and the countless hours I spend with her, or the time I spend attached to
her computer, I'd probably be damn near Amish."
I slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized I swore, but
when he laughed, I found myself laughing, too. “See mom, no lightning struck me down!” I thought with a laugh.
"So they keep you sheltered from everything, huh?"
he asked, taking my hand and turning it palm up and lightly tracing his fingers
over it. My heart started to race again. I swallowed and nodded.
"Some— Sometimes I just wish I could be like this all
the time," I said with my voice catching as I watched him.
He looked up from my hand, his gray eyes stirring up those
butterflies again. "You should be. No one should have to pretend to be
something else when they are already special enough."
Yeah, this guy has
completely and utterly ruined me for all other men, I thought to myself.
I wanted to kiss him so badly when those words left his
lips. He had no idea the effect they had on me. My old world was barely hanging
on by a thread. I had a feeling that kissing him again would cut me free
entirely and leave me spiraling out of control, but I was almost craving the
fall.
About the Author:
L.A. Bressett is a
simple, city-country girl that loves chocolate chip cookies, Erik Northman, and
laughing until her stomach hurts. Her love for books began in diapers and has
only grown over the years. She spends her days listening to music, watching her
two kiddos grow up way to fast, and watching an obscene amount of TV with her
main man. You can catch her on Facebook, avoiding her household chores,
anytime.
Author Links:
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