| Author: | Charisse Spiers | ISBN: | 9781386165293 |
| Publisher: | Charisse Spiers Books | Publication: | June 16, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Charisse Spiers |
| ISBN: | 9781386165293 |
| Publisher: | Charisse Spiers Books |
| Publication: | June 16, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I've known what it's like to be at the top of the world looking down.
I had the girl, the band, fans, and a deal on the table. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and not many get to experience it. I knew what I wanted and was unstoppable. No one was going to stand in our way. She supported me. She had an undying love for our music. And I was all in. Being a tattoo artist was just a paid hobby I was more than happy to lay down.
We were going to make it—all of us. I could already feel the heat from the stage lights, see the sold-out venue with hands in the air as the crowd chanted our name and sang our lyrics. I could imagine our songs playing on the radio. Music videos, success, fame, Grammys—I wanted it all. We were chasing a dream. Billboard was my target. And we were days away from claiming a tour bus.
Then she died.
A musician without a muse is nothing. She was mine. I wanted none of it anymore. No friends, family, nothing. I just wanted her. Drugs became my lifeline. Didn't matter the kind. It all served a purpose. An effort to make me forget what I'd done. My desire for music laid six-feet under just like her. And as much as I wanted to die, God wouldn't let me. Living was a greater punishment.
When I was as low as I could go, the stars aligned, and suddenly I was around people I couldn't escape, being forced to face things I never had. Fresh out of rehab and halfway across the country and I laid eyes on her—hot, younger, and an itch I was going to scratch.
Only it wasn't. She changed everything. Things I didn't want changed. She stirs emotions I'd laid to rest. She sparks behavior in me that's never existed. She surfaces a form of desire I've never known. Her immaturity leaves me raging mad. Her tantrums make me crazy. And the jealousy over her I can't handle. Yet I can't leave her alone.
And when the supernatural has a hand in matchmaking, the only thing left . . . is recovery.
Note from the author: It it imperative to read the "Fated Duet" prior to reading Fate by Forgiveness, as Riggan and Sayler's story starts there.
I've known what it's like to be at the top of the world looking down.
I had the girl, the band, fans, and a deal on the table. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and not many get to experience it. I knew what I wanted and was unstoppable. No one was going to stand in our way. She supported me. She had an undying love for our music. And I was all in. Being a tattoo artist was just a paid hobby I was more than happy to lay down.
We were going to make it—all of us. I could already feel the heat from the stage lights, see the sold-out venue with hands in the air as the crowd chanted our name and sang our lyrics. I could imagine our songs playing on the radio. Music videos, success, fame, Grammys—I wanted it all. We were chasing a dream. Billboard was my target. And we were days away from claiming a tour bus.
Then she died.
A musician without a muse is nothing. She was mine. I wanted none of it anymore. No friends, family, nothing. I just wanted her. Drugs became my lifeline. Didn't matter the kind. It all served a purpose. An effort to make me forget what I'd done. My desire for music laid six-feet under just like her. And as much as I wanted to die, God wouldn't let me. Living was a greater punishment.
When I was as low as I could go, the stars aligned, and suddenly I was around people I couldn't escape, being forced to face things I never had. Fresh out of rehab and halfway across the country and I laid eyes on her—hot, younger, and an itch I was going to scratch.
Only it wasn't. She changed everything. Things I didn't want changed. She stirs emotions I'd laid to rest. She sparks behavior in me that's never existed. She surfaces a form of desire I've never known. Her immaturity leaves me raging mad. Her tantrums make me crazy. And the jealousy over her I can't handle. Yet I can't leave her alone.
And when the supernatural has a hand in matchmaking, the only thing left . . . is recovery.
Note from the author: It it imperative to read the "Fated Duet" prior to reading Fate by Forgiveness, as Riggan and Sayler's story starts there.
