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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

will they stay forever jaded? - Jaded (Starstruck #3) by Elle J. Rossi

Welcome to STARSTRUCK, a showplace for talent, a playground for love.The hot nights amp up with Rossi’s novella JADED, part of a new contemporary continuity series by Beth Ciotta, Cynthia Valero, and Elle J Rossi. Three authors. One world.



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Starstruck Standalone Series
Publication Date: May 2015 

Welcome to STARSTRUCK, a showplace for talent, a playground for love.The hot nights amp up with Rossi’s novella JADED, part of a new contemporary continuity series by Beth Ciotta, Cynthia Valero, and Elle J Rossi. Three authors. One world.

MARRY ME, BROOKLYN.
Four years ago Brooklyn ran from that plea and straight toward what she dreamed would be a better future. An aspiring fashion designer destined for more than the boredom of small town life and the strain of a whiskey-saturated family, she launched herself toward the runways of New York.

I CAN’T.
Emmett couldn’t compete with the glitz of the big city, let alone erase Brooklyn's emotional scars. When she turned down his proposal and left him behind, he poured what was left of his heart into his music. He got through with three rules: Play the guitar. Play the field. Forget about Brooklyn.

Now Brooklyn is back and the past and present collide inside Starstruck when Brooklyn fills in as lead singer for Emmett’s band. Night after night of thumping bass and passionately sung lyrics reminds them of every delicious memory they ever shared. But a sizzling attraction can only go so far when emotions are raw and trust is fragile. Emmett still wants forever. Brooklyn is only good at temporary.

Can two hearts find a way to truly connect off the stage, or will they stay forever jaded?

EXCERPT

The crowd cheered. Brooklyn danced, stomped her boots and sang Good Girl by Carrie Underwood. She’d sung it a million times before. But never on stage. Never with a live band. Never with Emmett singing harmony. The chorus came and she sidled up next to him, sharing his microphone, conscious of his every move. They blended as well as they always had and the crowd ate it up like starving babies, eager for more.

Remembered words, saturated with desires and promises, spilled into her mind.

“Marry me.”
A whispered, “No.”
“Marry me, Brooklyn.”
“I can’t.” A tear falls, silent yet screaming.
“You can.” A knuckle across her cheek. “Marry me.”
“I want more, Emmett. I can’t stay here. I’m suffocating.”
“Marry me and I’ll help you breathe. I’ll give you the stars.”
A kiss full of life. A kiss full of goodbye.

She breathed in his scent, masculine and spicy. Heat shot through her body and she briefly considered melting into him. It didn’t take much to take a stroll down Memory Lane and peer at the sign on the side of the road that read “PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE”. The sign pointed straight at Emmett.

Brooklyn shook her head, flinging her hair around. To the crowd, it was all part of the show. To her, it was a firm denial. She couldn’t travel that road again. She and Emmett couldn’t work.

About the author:
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.

When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.


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