#ExcerptReveal Something to Believe In by Ella Fox #UpcomingRelease @Authorellafox

Posted August 11, 2016 by Loredana in 2016, Blog Tour, Contemporary Romance, Excerpt, Rocker, Series, Upcoming Release / 0 Comments

by Ella Fox
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Rocker

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A rock star with millions of adoring fans.

A country girl with a broken heart.

Rock star, Tyson Allen, is the hilarious, in-your-face bass player for one of the world’s most popular bands. Behind his funny-guy exterior hides a tragic past full of unbearable horror. After turning to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, Tyson hit rock bottom on a New York City sidewalk. For several minutes, Tyson Allen was gone–dead. And now, he’s trying to rebuild a life he nearly lost. He found a way to move forward and live lifeÔÇöa way he was comfortable with. All was going according to plan until he met the new assistant for his band.

In an instant, everything changes.

Daisy Hammond has a slew of her own tragedies. And the last thing she needs is a crush on one of America’s rock legends. But unlike Tyson, her kind and generous heart refuses to push people away. Working with the band isn’t easy as Tyson doesn’t want anything to do with her. Despite his standoffish and rude demeanor, Daisy can’t deny the pull she has for him. Determined to stay away from the bass player with an attitude, she goes about her business without getting in his way. But one night, their desire for one another erupts. Now it’s up to Daisy to pull Ty out of his shell before the tour ends and they go their separate ways. Will she find a way to break down Ty’s walls before it’s too late?

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Rock bottom was an alley in New York City where I, a strung out junkie asshole, pissed myself and twitched like a bitch as I lost control of my body. It seemed fitting considering how IÔÇÖd lost control of everything else. My path had always been leading me to a busted piece of concrete beside a filthy dumpster of rank smelling garbage.

For me, being a junkie was all about one thingÔÇöthe fucking sound that defined my life. It was a return to home, but getting there was a raging bitch with sharp claws and razor-like teeth. It hurt like a motherfucker and broke what was left of my spirit piece by miserable piece, but I did it anyway. Pay to fucking play, I thought. Honestly, back then IÔÇÖd have shot up battery acid if it meant IÔÇÖd have five goddamn seconds of peace.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

I could feel my heartbeat of course, but when I was high, I could hear it, too, thump-thump-thumping in my ears. It was a steady series of bass notes that reminded me of better times. Of home. ┬áOf safety and laughter. Later my home became the stuff of nightmares, a prison of terror and mind-fucking cruelty that could never, ever be forgotten. That part of my life I was able to tap into without drugs, since it lived and breathed inside of me every minute of every dayÔÇöuntil I started shooting up. Once that shit hit my veins IÔÇÖd cruise to numb before floating off. ┬áIt fucking sucked, especially the aftermath, but those few seconds of nothing were like an oasis in the desert of my life. ┬áIt was killing me, but I didnÔÇÖt care. ┬áOf course, IÔÇÖd been banking on my lifetime not being very long at all.

Which is why I wasnÔÇÖt even a little upset as I twitched on the sidewalk and sensed death hovering over me.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

I hadnÔÇÖt just raced toward my own demise; IÔÇÖd also been busy inviting it in. ┬áHell, IÔÇÖd all but sent out engraved invitations and by my estimation, death had been passing me over for far too long.

As I twitched on the pavement, ready to have it all be over, I felt something around me shift.

I knew she was there because IÔÇÖd smelled her Loves Baby Soft perfume. ┬áWhen she spoke, she was right next to me, close enough for me to feel her hand when it covered mine. I also felt her head as it set down on my chest, just over my heart.

ÔÇ£I love this sound,ÔÇØ she murmured.

For a moment, her sweet voice warmed the coldest place inside of me. ┬áMy eyes were at half-mast as I tried and failed to let her know I remembered how much she loved the sound of a beating heart. It wasnÔÇÖt something I could ever forget.

ÔÇ£Dad always said the rhythm of the heart was musical.ÔÇØ

My heart, which I imagined was like a sandbox made of broken and worn down glass, cracked in my chest. I wanted to respond, but words were too difficult to form. My tongue wouldn’t cooperate.

ÔÇ£I know what youÔÇÖre doing, and you have to stop,ÔÇØ she whispered. ┬áÔÇ£This isn’t okay. ItÔÇÖs almost too late.ÔÇØ

God, I hoped so.




ÔÇ£It doesn’t sound good.ÔÇØ

She was right. ┬áThe sound was slow and unsteady. I heard the concern in her voice, but couldn’t find it in me to care about the state I was in.

She expelled a heavy sigh.

ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs coming is going to hurt,ÔÇØ she warned.

I dealt in hurt the way some people dealt cards, so threatening pain was laughable. I was on a first name basis with it, which meant it didnÔÇÖt scare me in the least. ┬áIt had been years since IÔÇÖd felt anything consistently other than agony. I tried to fake it sometimes, tried to pretend I was experiencing happinessÔÇöbut when I was alone, all of the subterfuge disappeared. ┬áI wasn’t happy and I didnÔÇÖt see how I ever could be.

Not with what IÔÇÖd seen.

Not after what IÔÇÖd lost.







The rhythm of the beat was gone.  In its absence was a series of discordant thumps without rhyme or reason.

Suddenly, light surrounded me. I was relieved because it surely meant my hell was almost over. I wasn’t even a little bit sad. ┬áThe light brought no warm feeling with it, and I thought I heard terse sounding voices, but I didnÔÇÖt let it upset me. ┬áEveryone knew when you saw the light, you were meant to go toward it.

Finally, I thought, I was going home.

ÔÇ£It doesnÔÇÖt work this way,ÔÇØ she told me. ┬áÔÇ£Doing thisÔÇöyou don’t get to go where you want to go. ItÔÇÖs not your time.ÔÇØ

I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t open my mouth. Why wasnÔÇÖt it ever my time? Why couldnÔÇÖt I make the choice?

ÔÇ£Nothing can change what happened,ÔÇØ she said firmly. ÔÇ£Stop trying to check out of life, Tyson.ÔÇØ

something to believe in teaserMy mind was screaming in agony and I wanted to tell her she didnÔÇÖt know what it was like to have gone through what I did. ┬áShe didnÔÇÖt know how it felt to be so horribly alone.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm always with you,ÔÇØ she assured me. ÔÇ£We all are. Stop chasing death and start livingÔÇöif not for yourself, then for me. ┬áFor us.ÔÇØ

I think I whimpered then, like a small boy hiding from monsters beneath his bed.

ÔÇ£Help is here,ÔÇØ she announced.

I felt her lips against my cheek, and it made me want to cry. I didn’t want helpÔÇöI needed it all to be over. It felt like the end was closeÔÇöI couldn’t hear my heartbeat anymore.

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll never see me again if you don’t fight,ÔÇØ she told me. ÔÇ£Stop trying to kill yourself and realize that life is a gift.ÔÇØ

If IÔÇÖd been able to, I would have cursed. It sure as hell didnÔÇÖt feel like a gift to me.

ÔÇ£Because you’re letting the pain win,ÔÇØ she said sadly. ÔÇ£This is your last chance. ┬áTake it.ÔÇØ

I wondered how she knew that, but then I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts since my body felt like it was on fire. ┬áPain slashed through my veins like razorblades being chased by molten lava, and no area of my body was immune. ┬áEven my eyelids felt dry and scorched. ┬áI wanted to scream my lungs out, to beg for it to end, but I couldnÔÇÖt move. The Loves Baby Soft smell of her faded away, replaced by an acrid stench that burned my nostrils.

I thought I was in hell. ┬áRegardless of whether I could go home or not, I didnÔÇÖt think I had the wherewithal to withstand the amount of pain ricocheting through my body like a thousand bullets. ┬áMy ribs and chest hurt so badly, I wished I could just stop feeling. ┬áIÔÇÖd foolishly believed my utter lack of care or concern about my life meant death would be easy.

It wasnÔÇÖt.

Death, I found, was brutal business.

The torture seemed to last an eternity and through it all, I was unable to communicate. ┬áMy eyes stayed closed, and my mouth wouldnÔÇÖt form words. ┬áI couldnÔÇÖt even lift a hand. ┬áIf IÔÇÖd been able to, I wouldÔÇÖve shoved whoever was touching me far, far away. ┬áBeing fried from the inside out was hell on earth and I wondered why the fuck it wasnÔÇÖt stopping.

How the hell could she have called what was happening to me help?

Right then the only thing I knew for sure was that if being helped hurt that much, I preferred to go without the aid.

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About Ella Fox

Ella Fox writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance! She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When shes not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter, and pedicures not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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