Promise Me This by Sarah Ashley Jones
New Adult Contemporary
Welcome to the South – where the tea is sweet and the accents are sweeter. This Southern way of life is all Charlie has ever known. It’s not until she loses the only person who pushed her to break free of the Southern Belle mold that she starts living the life she needs and not the life her parents forced on her.
Jhett has lived on the edge for as long as he could remember – constantly teetering back and forth between being a rock star and living a normal life. His rebellious and sometimes arrogant attitude is known to get him into trouble, especially with the girls who hang on his every move.
Charlie never thought that a trip to pack up her brother’s apartment would leave her feeling even more unsettled about the grainy details of her brother’s death. Her quest for information leads her straight to his old hangout and into arms of Jhett, who suspiciously knows more about her situation than he ever should.
Only a few questions remain – Can you trust someone based on their word alone? And if you make a promise, how far will you go to keep it?
I flew down the steps at a frantic rate, only looking down to keep my feet in check in case I tripped. As I reached the bottom of the spiral staircase, I walked toward the double doors I entered only a little while earlier, flinging them both open. I took a few steps before my shoe caught on a split in the concrete and I knew I was going down – and fast. My hands thrust out in front of me to try and break my fall, but there was no helping myself at that point. I landed flat on my face, splattered across the sidewalk like a bug in shock.
I lay there for a while, wishing I could wake up from the nightmare I was living. There was no way this was real life. I squeezed my eyes shut hard and began to pray with everything I had to make myself wake up, when footsteps caught my attention. I barely opened my eyes, terrified to see the person who just witnessed one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. All that was visible were a pair of shiny black shoes, as they stood right in front of my face.
“Did you have a nice trip?” a voice from above me asked. I couldn’t convince my body to move, but at least he didn’t he ask me if I was okay. “Here, give me your hand and I’ll help you up.”
“I don’t need your help. I’m fine!” I placed my hands on both sides of my body, pushing myself from the concrete up to my feet, only to end up inches away from a solid black shirt. My eyes focused in on the vibrant tattoos that decorated the arms of the guitar player from the bar. I sucked in a sharp breath as I wavered, my balance betraying me.
He reached out and caught my elbow in an attempt to steady me on my feet. The sudden contact with him made my eyes dart up to his. I took him in, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins as I breathed in what smelled like the outdoors on his skin. He stood a good bit taller than me, but at the moment his face was bent down close to mine, and it was hard to tell just how tall he really was. I was lost in his rustic brown eyes that stared straight into my soul. It was too intense; I had to look away.
“Look – I told you I’m fine.” I finally broke the silence and backed away from him cautiously. I made a sweeping motion over my head and down my body to my toes, indicating that I was still in one piece. ”See, not even a scratch.” His forehead creased in confusion, as if he couldn’t believe I was still standing there. In fact, I couldn’t believe I was still standing there. “I have to go.” Turning on my heels, I took off in the direction that I thought was the direction back to Cam’s apartment. A breeze whisked past me, sending a chill down my spine. I hugged my gray cardigan closer to my body and picked up the pace.
I could feel him staring a hole in my back. After walking a few more steps forward, the feeling of being watched overwhelmed me. “WHAT?” I whirled around to face him, ready to strike. Seriously, what was this guy’s problem?
He leaned up against the brick wall that led into a small alley; I hoped he wouldn’t pull me down it and disappear with me forever. With one leg crossed in front of the other, he tilted his head and gave me a quirky smile that lit up his whole face. “Oh, by all means, keep going,” he teased.
“Fine, I will.” I didn’t have to put up with that from a guy I didn’t even know. Why did Cameron ever hang out with these people? None of them had any manners.
Slow footsteps interrupted my internal rant. “But if you’re going to walk the wrong way, at least let me follow you in case the Goblin King decides to come out and take you back to his Labyrinth.” He chuckled, obviously amused with his not- so-witty sense of humor.
About Sarah Ashley Jones
I’m Sarah! I’m a total goofball. This is pretty much the most important thing to know about me. Just kidding! I may be an adult but I have the heart of a child. I know when to be serious but I’m a hard worker with serious control issues, and maybe a splash of wit and a side of sassy. I’m addicted to Coca-Cola, obsessed with cupcakes, and also a Chapstick hoarder.
When I’m not writing, I’m probably rounding up my crazy clan of four dogs or adventuring around town with my husband who encourages me to embrace me inner outdoors woman by fishing, camping, canoeing, and hiking.
I’m a huge nerd, so please feel free to send me a friends request, email, or leave a comment. I will jump for joy any time of of those things happen. I am blessed beyond belief with all the love and support I have received this past year and I thank all of you for that!
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