Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Blog Tour with Review: Another Sky by Jayne Frost


ANOTHER SKY by Jayne Frost 
Release Date: June 25th 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Photographer: Lindee Robinson 

 
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Blurb 

LIGHTNING ON MY SKIN 
THUNDER IN MY SOUL 
HEAVY ON MY HEART 
YOU WERE MY PERFECT STORM 

My world stopped turning six years ago. My best friend. My best girl. A burning field in the pouring rain. I survived, but I left the biggest part of me with them. And now I sift through the rubble of my broken life. I didn’t want a second chance. Redemption. Closure. Not for me. Until Gelsey. A dancer. A dreamer. Everything I’m not. She’s the light to my dark. The sun from another sky. But sunny days never last. The storm is coming. And this time when darkness falls, I might surrender.

   



Excerpt 

MILES

Gravel crunched under the tires as my truck coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the two-lane highway. Cutting the engine, I sank against the leather upholstery and looked out at the open field. And for a moment, the thin veil separating then and now slipped away, and it was six years ago. On my back beneath the smoke-filled sky, I’d waited for death to claim me. To put an end to the pain.

I was sure it would.

But then I heard the voices. First Rhenn’s—so faint it was nothing more than a whisper.

And then Tori’s.

But not Paige.

Never Paige.

Shifting my gaze to the passenger seat, I almost expected to find her there. But the space was empty. Except for the sealed bottle of Maker’s Mark. Rich, amber liquid whispering promises of peace. Of oblivion.

Lies. All lies. Because no matter what I drank or smoked or swallowed, peace eluded me. Tranquility had died in this field all those years ago. Crushed under the weight of twisted metal and drowned in the pouring rain.

Grimacing, I dug my fingers into the muscle on my thigh, right over the area where the bone had come through the skin. My leg had suffered the worst of the trauma. Broken femur. Dislocated knee cap. A spiral fracture to my tibia. Maybe if I weren’t a drummer, it wouldn’t have mattered. But the injuries had silenced my beat. Sadly, there was no grave to mark its passing. No monument to the lost rhythm. Just this empty field.

I guess that’s why I always ended up here. In the place where the music died. Right alongside my best friend and my best girl.

Blowing out a breath, I stashed the bottle in the inner pocket of my leather jacket. Two stints in the psychiatric ward at Millwood, and I knew better than to dance this close to the fire. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t planning on drinking it.

Throwing open the heavy door, I braced a hand on the steering wheel and slid off the seat, making sure to land on my good leg. I didn’t bother with my cane. There was no need for pretense.

Not here.

As I waded into the dried brush, “Blackbird” blared from my phone’s speaker. Tori. I’d lost track of how many times she’d called.

And yeah, I got it. She was concerned.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, we’d been on stage at Zilker Park, capping off the biggest rock festival Austin had ever seen. A Damaged reunion. One last hurrah for the fans. And closure for Tori and me.

Finally.

Except…nothing felt closed.

And as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t talk to Tori about it. Not now. She’d finally moved on from her grief. Fallen in love again. And in some strange way, that had brought us back together.

After the accident, we’d drifted apart. And that was a good thing. Something we’d needed to do. Because when we had been together, sharing the same space, it was like the sum of our losses was too big. All-consuming.

Knowing that Tori was out there in the world with a heart as heavy as mine had made my own burden a little easier to bear.

But now I felt the weight of it more acutely than I had in years. A fact I was determined to hide. So, I’d been avoiding her calls.

Reaching the far end of the field, I eased onto the soft ground beneath the burned-out shell of the elm tree where I’d found Rhenn and lost him minutes later.

“Hey, buddy. Guess you know about that gig last night.” My voice fell to a whisper, and I looked down. “Of course you do.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I blew out a staggered breath and pulled the whiskey from my pocket. “It was weird, you know, not having y’all there to celebrate. So I thought I’d bring the celebration to you.”

Twisting off the cap with shaky fingers, I fought the urge to bring the bottle to my lips.

One drink. What could it hurt?

As I pondered throwing away years of sobriety, a gust of wind blew across the field, kicking up topsoil and dust.

Chuckling, I rubbed the sand out of my eyes. “Message received. You don’t have to get all testy about it.”

I wasn’t an alcoholic. Or a drug addict. But booze was still a slippery slope. A year after the crash, I’d landed in rehab from an “accidental” overdose that wasn’t an accident at all. It only took the counselor a week to get to the root of my real problem. Soul-crushing depression—the clinical kind.

They’d fixed me up with medication that kept the dark clouds at bay. Mostly. But I never told anyone about my diagnosis. Somehow it was easier to let people believe I was a drunk.

With a sigh, I turned the bottle upside down. “Miss you, bro.” After the last drop of liquor-soaked into the hallowed ground, I hauled to my feet. “See you on the other side.” Taking a last look around, I stopped breathing when I spotted a little patch of wildflowers some twenty yards away. Most of the blossoms had wilted on the stems. But a few buds remained.

Red, like Paige’s hair.

After all this time, I’d found her.

My feet moved swiftly with little protest from my bad leg. Brushing a hand over the velvety soft petals, tears spilled onto my cheeks, surprising me. Because I’d never cried for Paige. She didn’t visit me in my dreams. And I couldn’t see her face when I closed my eyes.

That was my penance. The price I’d paid for rejecting her that final night. But she was here with me now. Her scent on the breeze, and her warmth on my skin. And she gave me the one thing I’d been searching for, even if I didn’t deserve it.

Forgiveness.


   

About the Author


     I grew up in California with a dream of moving to Seattle to become a rock star.
But when the grunge thing didn’t work out (I never even made it to the Washington border) I set my sights on Austin, Texas.
     After quickly becoming immersed in the Sixth Street Music scene…and discovering I couldn’t actually sing, I decided to do the next best thing—write kick-ass romances about hot rockstars and the women that steal their hearts.
Another SkyAnother Sky by Jayne Frost
My rating: 5 of 5 stars








Some books have an extra something special, and you can feel the care that was put into crafting them. Another Sky was one of those books, a labor of love from beginning to end. The characters are not perfect, they're human in their insecurities, fears, and weaknesses. They are all the more realistic for it. I was not a spectator to Miles and Gelsey's life, I was brought up close and personal. Hurting for their heartache, and rooting for their happy ending.

Miles was once on top of the music world as the drummer of Damaged. They had three hit albums under their belt that brought them to the pinnacle of success. Then on one stormy night, his best friend and the woman he loved were suddenly taken from him. Life as he knew it splintered, never to be the same again. His band, his music were once the center of everything, but the injuries he sustained in the accident took that away from him too. Six years later, the physical and emotional strain still have a grip on him. He's been through a gamut of emotions: grief, depression, anger, and hopelessness. In the back of his mind, he fears that the fragile hold he has over his mental health will not last. That the dark spiral he survived in the past will consume him again. Why allow anyone close when all he will do is hurt them in the end?

    There was only me. Because Reber was right about one thing: I’d pushed everyone else away. Tori. Taryn. All my other friends. Even my mama. Not that she’d minded.

His isolated life is about to be disrupted when Gelsey is assigned to assist him with his physical therapy. Miles is rude during their first meeting, and she doesn't give him a pass because of his fame. Unlike the adoring fans who still get a rush just to get a glimpse of him, she has no idea who he is and is far from impressed. She has her own problems to worry about, the last thing she needs is a bitter ex-rockstar throwing her attitude. So when he offers her a job that could be the solution to her financial difficulties, she refuses to give him the satisfaction and turns him down cold.

Gelsey is a ballerina who has been given the opportunity of a lifetime. To live in New York and train at a prestigious dance school she's been invited to would be a dream come true. She's always been advanced for her age, despite having a permanent back impairment that makes her rigorous training even more challenging. Her father is a scumbag who isn't there for her, in fact, he makes her life even harder by being in it. Suddenly she's homeless, her car is falling apart, and she has no way to pay what's required if she's to go to New York. So she swallows her pride and finally accepts Miles' job offer at his home. After all, she has no one to depend on but herself, if she doesn't take action everything she's worked so hard for will slip through her fingers just when it was almost in her grasp.

Miles has achieved success, Gelsey is on the cusp of reaching hers. She's filled with hope and dreams, his have been crushed into cynicism. Even at Miles' broodiest, he always steps in to help when she's in crisis. Offering her a job and a safe place to stay, use of one of his cars, and moral support. His attraction and respect grow for this tiny slip of a woman who is destined to be a star. But is she just a shooting star, passing his dark sky in a blaze of light and beauty?

One of the things that I loved the most about this book was the fact that we really got to go in depth with Gelsey's dance life. It wasn't just a token prop to make her character appear more interesting, heard but never seen. We're shown her complex relationship with her mentor, her brutal practices and their effect on her body, and her interactions and conflicts with the other dancers. You really get an idea of the sacrifices and challenges a dancer faces. Her career was given the same attention and significance as the hero's which is how it should be. Her talent and the all-consuming passion she had for dance was a beautiful thing to see. But seeing her through Miles' eyes was even more so.

    Long moments passed with nothing but the feel of Gelsey in my arms. The smell of her hair, and the rise and fall of her chest. I feared she might fly away if I released her. Because she could. I’d seen her. And I knewI’d never separate the girl from the dance again. Not after tonight.

Even though this is a complete standalone, if you've read the Sixth Street Bands series, your reading experience will be a little more enriched starting this one. Some of the connected characters make an appearance and you'll be very happy to get some extra time with them. If you're new to Jayne's books, you won't have any issues at all with the history of the group or the individuals. She does a fantastic job easing you in without slowing down the pace. I highly recommend this book if you're looking for an emotional story with plenty of heart. I love this author's eloquent writing style, and really look forward to reading more from her in the future!

    Nine kisses. Nine whispered vows. Nine tiny pieces of my heart that were now his forever.


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