them the real me.
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people with my favorite guitar strapped snug against me, I prepare to sing my
final song.
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.
Kentucky Derby.
a questionable food truck.
their deflowering.
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
heartbroken.”
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.
5 “North” Stars (you’ll understand once you read)
Last year, I found a book called The Good Samaritan by RC Boldt and it was my favorite book of the year. I loved it so much. So when I saw the same author had another book coming out, I was all over it!
Simone King is the Taylor Swift of the world – mega successful pop star with a string of bad relationships under her belt. She’s been dubbed the Ice Princess of Pop thanks to the media – despite being anything but. When her head of security gets married, she sends him on a three month honeymoon and is replaced by Kane Windham, swoon worthy southern gentleman.
Kane and Simone start off being completely professional. Kane is coming off a broken heart and Simone decides she’s done with men. Their relationship develops naturally over the course of a few months. Kane stands up for Simone to the paparazzi (to her dismay). He defends and protects her at all costs. All while falling hard.
This is a simple story of two people who meet and fall in love. They face obstacles along the way but learn to overcome. There are also some pretty awesome songs in this book as well.
I really loved both these characters. They were both so real. I was sucked into this story and instantly loved both Simone and Kane. Ms. Boldt has a way of writing characters that I just can’t get enough of.
There are so many great things about this story, and I would highly recommend it to anyone. I loved it and can’t wait to read more of what Ms. Boldt has to offer in the future.
