The world thought Jack O'Donnell was just another egocentric Rockstar, but they were wrong. So very wrong. How do I know this? I would be the one to tell his story.
It wasn't the clear blue of his eyes that held so much pain, or the well-defined forearms of a practiced guitar player that drew me in.
It was his story.
He told me I wouldn't be able to handle it, that I wouldn't like the ending. As I sit in a cold metal chair in the basement of a Catholic Church, I know he is right.
I am a journalist. Trained to get the story. He shouldn't be trusting me with the most vulnerable parts of himself.
But he did.
He's a '90s rock legend, making the tabloids salivate for all the juicy tidbits of his life. He served it up to them with a messy divorce, a devastating loss, and the revolving door of his many rehab stints.
He is a beautiful disaster, his life a train wreck you can't look away from but there is more to Jack than just the headlines.
The problem is, I'm getting too close. Our connection is undeniable and our pasts colliding but he's still in love with someone else.
What happens when the interview is over?
Twenty-five years of Rock ‘n Roll.
I thought telling my story would purge my demons, but it didn’t. If anything, it brought them closer to the surface.
Now, they’re threatening to drag me back into the darkness and stop me from moving on with the journalist who captured my story and my heart.
The guilt I bear is heavy, the road I’ve traveled long and littered with scars that run deep. I’ve been down this road before, in love with two women at the same time.
It didn’t end well.
Erin’s running scared - for good reason - but I won’t let her get away that easy.
Am I strong enough to get rid of the ghosts from my past in order to have a future with Erin?
Journalists are supposed to be objective, to look at a story as if you’re outside a window looking in. That’s what I was taught.
That’s what I should have done.
Instead, I fell through the glass and right into Jack O’Donnell’s bed.
The memoire I was supposed to write turned into more than I bargained for. I’m in too deep.
So far gone.
He’s like a bad drug, making his way through my veins, and stopping my heart. Yet, I still want more.
There’s just one problem - he’s still in love with someone else. She’s the ghost in the room, the girl that ruined him for all others.
Am I strong enough to be the one to help him heal?
*This book is not a standalone. You will need to read Blood and Bone in order to fully enjoy Breath to Bear