Brittan McKenna’s life was perfect. After getting engaged to her high school sweetheart her happily ever after seemed to be all planned out. However after 9/11 her fiancée drops out of college to enlist; Brittan’s life takes a swift turn. After enjoying a heartfelt reunion with Cane when he returned from his first tour, her joy was short lived as tragedy struck. Cane was killed in the line of duty during his second tour in Iraq. However after years of longing and pining for her dearly deceased, will her heart be able to beat again for another? Will she be able to take a leap of faith?On the day Cane died, Brittan believed her heart had died along with him…….or so she thought until her passion for music causes her to blaze a new trail testing fate and “tempting tomorrow”.
Eight years marks the anniversary of Cane’s death when Brittan sets eyes upon Jordon; a guitarist whose shrouded in mystery and a world class bad boy for her bands opening act, Tempting Tomorrow. Will he have that spark to set Brittan’s heart a light? Does he have what it takes to win her heart and to make her love again?
Falling for a rock star is a dangerous game, but it’s a hopeless task when you both have hidden demons.
For Jordon love does not exist… not until he meets the lovely Brittan who has the power to tame the untameable beast inside of him.
Will Brittan open her heart to love or will she sabotage the relationship before it even has a chance?
As I sit on the patio overlooking the shoreline of Malibu below, I try to take my therapist’s advice and reflect back on the times in my life that I was happy…truly happy. Closing my eyes I inhale and exhale the salt air, trying to find my happy place. As soon as I close them and let my body relax, I’m immediately greeted by the dark enchanting blue eyes of the most gorgeous man ever.
It’s overwhelming, the emotions that course through my body as I take in his dimple smile, and try to remember the sound of his voice. Sadness slowly seeps into my bones as I struggle to remember the deep timbre of his laughter and the sound of his voice when he would whisper I love you into my ear as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Cane is…correction was the love of my life. Even after all of this time I still struggle with acceptance. How does one accept the fact that she has to live the rest of her life without her soulmate? I fear that once I finally accept he’s truly gone I’ll sink deeper into the sea of sorrow I’ve been trying so desperately not to drown in.
The day he died, I wanted to be dead too. A life without Cane is something I never wanted to experience. Now that I’ve hit rock bottom, I’m stuck here at this God forsaken Rehab Center in Malibu, where other rich and famous people, like me, come to try to heal and overcome addiction. If it was up to me I wouldn’t even be here right now, but my record label has insisted I get clean or they’ll cancel my U.S. tour. I’d much rather do a few lines of coke to numb my mind and dive into my music. It’s the only way I’ve gotten through these last few years. They don’t get it, no one does. I struggle on a daily basis just trying to get through the day without the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
So here I sit, laying on a patio lounge taking in the warm California sun, and playing a game of remembers when with myself. My therapist says I need to learn to reflect on my life with Cane. The good and the bad and find a way to heal and move on. It’s easier said than done. It’s been almost eight fucking years and the pain is still as piercing as it was the day I buried him. Right now the desire to get high or fuck the first person who walks by me is almost overwhelming.
Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I count back from one hundred slowly. I try to push back the voices in my head that are screaming at me to walk my ass out of here, go back to Miami and tell everyone to fuck off. I need to do this. My dream was to travel the world performing and seeing my name topping the charts. I promised Cane I’d never give up that dream; I’d fight until I had achieved it for the both of us. He loved me so deeply that my dreams were his dreams too. He wanted to see me achieve them as much, if not more, than I did.
So here I sit, in fucking rehab, willing myself to get clean. So I can give my fans and my label what they want and deserve: a drug free Brittan, who is committed to this new tour and new album.
Focusing on the sounds of the seagulls flying above me, and the roar of the Pacific Ocean as it crashes fiercely against the shore below, I begin my journey back into my past. My eyes start to well up with tears and a ghost of a smile dances across my lips. I slowly let my mind begin to replay the most memorable moments I have with Cane and the moments that changed the course of our lives forever…