Title: Too Good at Goodbyes
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 29, 2019
Blurb
First Top 40 hit at age seventeen? My first tabloid breakup scandal quickly followed.
Earned my first Grammy? Discovered Mommy Dearest was embezzling my money.
Landed a leading role in a movie? My fiancé called off our engagement the next day.
I might have a multi-million-dollar recording contract, a sold-out world tour, and more money in the bank than I ever imagined, but every time I hit a milestone in my career, my personal life suffers.
Then in steps my new bodyguard, rugged and with a past I connect with. The closer we get, the more powerful my feelings grow, complicating our professional relationship.
I thought Kane would be different. I hoped heâd be the one man to stand by my side, undaunted by the fame and attention that trails me.
The press calls me the âIce Princess of Popâ because of my unyielding façade throughout heartbreak and betrayal. Perhaps itâs time to show them the real me.
With every syllable, I pour out my emotions and allow them to puddle, forming lyrics from my soulâs breath. And with each word, my broken heart cries out for Kane, begging him to help me break this pattern.
To help me stop being so damn good at goodbyes.
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Excerpt
Copyright @2019 by RC BOLDT
SIMONE
Present Day
The Super Bowl Halftime Performance
Hard Rock Stadium
Miami Gardens, Florida
Facing whatâs estimated to be over sixty-seven thousand people with my favorite guitar strapped snug against me, I prepare to sing my final song.
Standing up here in front of thousands of fans is second nature. I performed in countless dive bars before breaking onto the scene and securing my first record deal, then moving on to sold-out world tours. Which means I shouldnât have sweaty palms like a preteen working up the nerve to talk to her crush.
My heart shouldnât be racing like a horse competing in the Kentucky Derby.
My stomach shouldnât churn as though Iâve eaten ceviche from a questionable food truck.
Tremors shouldnât affect my hands like a virgin embarking on their deflowering.
None of this should be afflicting me. But it is.
Because of him.
Because of the current state of my heart.
But this is how I deal with heartache. With tragedy. Withâ¦life.
âThis is a little different, and I hope you like it,â I rasp into the mic. Noise from the cheering fans is deafening, and like every time I perform, the surreal quality never quite fades.
Tonight marks the first time Iâll share a song I wrote about someone who eviscerated my heart entirely. My other relationshipsâand subsequent failuresâpale in comparison.
Itâs no secret that love and broken hearts inspire great songwriting. With regard to the latter, itâs never hard to find someone mourning an unrequited love, suffering heartache, or wishing theyâd find their own glorified everlasting love.
But have you noticed when male musicians write about it, theyâre never on the receiving end of the snide, sarcastic comments of, âOh, poor thing. Heâs rich and famous and canât find love. Boo-freaking-hoo.â?
Yet when I write lyrics that are the closest thing to ripping out my heart and putting it on display for the world, I receive the âSheâs probably selfish and put her career firstâ or âShe probably cheated, and now sheâs regretting itâ or âMm. So sad. The Ice Princess of Pop is heartbroken.â
My response? Fuck that noise. Iâm writing from my heart and soul, regardless of how damaged they might be at any given time. And as long as my fans continue to support me, Iâm going to keep on keepinâ on.
âIâd like to dedicate this song to a special person.â I duck my chin, willing myself to maintain composure. âItâs called âEmbers.ââ
Once I strum the first note on my guitar, everything around me fades. My voice emerges from the shards scattered within my chest where my working heart once was.
When I play that final chord, I see tears streaming down the faces of the fans in the front rows. And yet again, Iâm reminded of something all too easily forgotten. That there are others who can relate to lyrics written from my soulâs breath.
Because in heartache, weâre never truly alone.
RC Boldt currently lives on the southeastern coast of the U.S., enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
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