album shot to number one on the charts, and they had just come off a worldwide
tour, performing in venues filled to capacity. Then, one night, a tragedy
rocked his world in a whole new way, turning him into someone he no longer
recognized. Now, two years later, and on the other side of his own private
hell, he learns to stop taking everything and everyone for granted. Yet, he is
still alone. Then, one day he meets her, and suddenly, his darkened world is
once again filled with hope.Brooke Caldwell is a twenty-four-year-old prodigy in the culinary world. After
a lifetime filled with heartache, she decides to pursue the opportunity of a
lifetime by interviewing for a world famous chef in Los Angeles. While visiting
the city, she is reminded how cold and calculated the world can be. Until she
meets him, and he shows her a world filled with the love and support that she
never knew growing up.
Two wounded souls. Two hearts that continue to beat, in spite of all the damage
that has been done. What happens when their damaged hearts collide? And, could
they possibly be the half that finally makes the other whole?
My breath hitched and butterflies took up residence in my stomach, practicing the same playful dance that they had been performing since I first laid eyes on him, even after a week in his presence I couldn’t keep them at bay. He had that effect on me. Being near him did something to me that was hard to define, yet I desperately wanted to try. The best way to describe it was that he made me feel completely alive, yet calm. His voice stirred something within me that hadn’t been awakened since the night of the accident. Something I had been prepared to never feel again. When he held my hand it felt dangerous, yet safe, all at once, it was exhilarating and every time he reached out to grasp my hand I fought the urge to cling too tightly, not wanting to seem overanxious. All my life I had felt empty, alone, and abandoned. I did the best I could to make myself happy, striving for something that made my life complete and found it in my work as a chef and the relationship I had with Devon. After he had died, I felt lost and scared, abandoned again, but this time it wasn’t because I hadn’t been loved, but because of the cruel hand of fate. I was angry, bitter, and confused. I was able to function, throwing myself deeper into my work and advancing even further in the eyes of my employer, but what appeared whole and together on the outside was not a true reflection of what I had been feeling. Deep inside, in the furthest depths of my being, my soul was restless, unsettled. I managed to get through each day, staying as positive as I possibly could because if I gave into the emptiness then the grief would win. I was tired of being a victim. I no longer wanted to merely survive. I wanted to thrive. Being in Sebastian’s home, sharing this past week with him, I somehow felt like I could achieve that with him. When I was with him, everything within me fired on all cylinders, sparking sensations that resonated throughout my body, yet somehow, amidst all that electricity, my soul felt calm.
novella at the age of fifteen. She has written two novels since that have yet
to be published. Across the Miles was the first work she felt compelled to
share with the rest of the book loving world. While her first two novels were
adult romance, this is her first attempt at reaching out to the New Adult
genre. She lives in Michigan, with her husband of twenty-two years, and their
two adult children. They share their home with dog, Baily, two cats named Molly
and Walter, a crested gecko named Izzy, and a yard full of chickens. When not
writing or reading, you will find her in the kitchen, preparing homemade soups,
marinara sauce, and meatballs, just to name a few. Her love of bacon is
unnatural, and her obsession with technology borders on the insane. She is a
natural-born hugger, and if you meet she will channel her character Sebastian
Miles, and you will most likely be the latest recipient of a bone crushing hug
(don’t worry, no bones are actually crushed during this process).