RUSH (City Lights: New York City Book 3)
Charlotte Conroy, Juilliard-trained violinist, was on the cusp of greatness when tragedy swooped down on dark wings, crushing her hopes and breaking her heart. The music that used to sing in her soul has grown quiet, and she feels on the verge of setting down her violin for good. To pay the bills, she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a bitter, angry young man who’s been disabled by a horrific accident…
Noah Lake was an extreme sport athlete, journalist and photographer. He roamed the world in search of his next adrenaline high, until a cliff-dive left him in a coma. He awakes to find his career gone, his dreams shattered to pieces, his world an endless blackness that will never lift.
Charlotte begins to see that beneath Noah’s angry, brittle exterior is a young man in a pain. She is determined to show him that his life isn’t over, that he has so much to live for, never dreaming that she would become the only light in his darkness, or that he would help her find the music in hers.
The life he knew is over. The life she wants is just out of reach.
Together, they must face their fears and rediscover what it means to really live.
RUSH is Book III in the City Lights Series, and each can be read as a standalone.
City Lights Series
“Charlotte…what do you look like?”
I brought my head up sharply. “I told you what I look like.”
“You told me with words and words aren’t always enough.”
Does he want to touch my face? I felt my pulse quicken and I glanced at his hands in his lap. Nice hands. Masculine. Long fingers. “Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind. If you think it would help…or something.” I coughed.
Noah shook his head. “Never mind. Forget I brought it up. It’s stupid. I can’t see shit with my hands.”
“Have you ever tried?”
“No. That’s just a dumb cliché in even dumber movies.”
“How do you know?”
“I know because nothing will ever compare to just being able to see. Ever.”
“It seems to me that if the rest of your senses are heightened, your touch might be too.”
Noah shifted on the bench toward me. “Are you desperate for me to put my hands all over your face, Charlotte? Do you have a gnarly wart on the end of your nose that you’ve been dying to spring on me?”
I laughed nervously. “Now you’ve ruined the surprise.”
“See for yourself,” I said, hoping my voice sounded as light as I tried to make it.
“Yeah,” I said. How the hell had I become so nervous? Or why? He was so close, I could practically count the gold flecks in his eyes.
Noah raised his hands, slowly, and I could tell he was nervous too.
“Go on,” I blurted. “Big hairy moles…and a unibrow that would’ve made Frida Kahlo jealous.”
He dropped his hands and rolled his eyes. “Will you shut up? I have to concentrate.”
“I wasn’t ready. Okay, I’m ready now.”
“I’m sorry I told you to shut up.”
“Now you’re stalling.”
“Maybe. I’ve never done this before.” He raised his hands, lowered them again. “People are staring at us, right?”
“Yes. A crowd has gathered.”
“It’s New York. No one’s watching.” I took his hand in my own that trembled slightly, and placed it on my cheek. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”
The street was loud and busy, but just then the very air between us seemed fragile, and I held my breath as Noah looked at me for the first time.
About the Author
My third novel in the City Lights series (set in New York City) is called Rush, and will be released June 30th, 2015.