Synopsis
Beckett Fox lives his life on the edge between danger and responsibility, and that’s all he’s ever known… until he meets Avery. Now, time at home is more appealing than the do-or-die future he’d always pictured for himself.
Fox has everything he’s ever wanted. But he knows better than anyone that life can change direction faster than the wind.
When an accident threatens to destroy his entire world, Fox will have to choose between fighting for what he loves or letting his past dictate his future.
How much strength does it take to move forward when history seems determined to knock you down? And how do you find the path to redemption when you don’t even recognize your own life?
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“This was delivered to the precinct, sir. It’s your personal
effects from the accident site. My beat is right around here, so I thought I’d
drop it off. Sorry it took so long.” The young uniform cop shrugged. “You know
how it goes.”
I nodded as I took the box from him. “Thank you.”
“Have a nice day.” He turned to walk back down the hallway
but hesitated. “We don’t usually make house calls for backpacks, sir. You were
in paramedic training with my brother at UCLA, and I think you ran into each
other again recently? Charlie Buchanan.”
I glanced at the name tag on his uniform. N. Buchanan. I
knew this kid had looked familiar. He was a younger, more wiry version of his
brother.
“Nick, right? You here to arrest me? Because if so, you’re
going the wrong way.” I raised an eyebrow at him.
He smirked. “We don’t make a habit of arresting decorated
firefighters for exercising their right to leave a hospital AMA, sir. Or any,
um, accidental property damage. My brother’s ego rivals the size of his student
loans these days, but his heart’s in the right place.”
I cracked a grin in spite of myself. “Noted.”
After the younger Buchanan left, I went back inside to the
kitchen counter and sat on a stool while I started to dig through the box.
According to the police report, which I’d read the other day courtesy of Lucas
and his sources, the crash site spanned over half a mile. No casualties but a
few other injuries and a shit ton of damage. Mine was the only motorcycle
involved, and that was probably why everyone else walked away.
Pulling my helmet from the box, I grimaced. The entire left
side was scraped to hell, dented, cracked, and the strap severed where they cut
it off of me on the side of the road. I turned it in my hand, examining it
thoroughly.
Tia Giacalone Bio
Tia Giacalone is a hairstylist, a former English Lit major, and blogger-turned-New Adult author. After many years of writing a now-retired personal blog, her work was also featured on numerous forums including Open Salon and Hooray Collective.She believes in eyeliner as a defense mechanism, equal rights, and Marc Jacobs. Her favorite things include One Direction, story time, and the overzealous use of punctuation.
When not writing and reading, she binge watches only the best (subjective) TV shows. Tia lives in Southern California with her husband, daughter, and tiny dog.
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