Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Shannon and Jace were childhood sweethearts. They divorced when his drug addiction destroyed their marriage, but that was years ago. Now he’s in recovery and has just come off a yearlong tour. His band are going on hiatus, which means Jace is going to be around a whole lot more for their daughter, Zara. What Shannon doesn’t know is that Jace never stopped loving her and has a secret plan to win her back.
While Shannon has tried to convince herself to move on, she’s never fully gotten over her ex. Jace is determined to prove that he deserves her trust again even though he knows it won’t come easy.
When someone begins impersonating Jace online and scamming his fans, he and Shannon grow closer in their quest to find the culprit. The bond they once shared sparks to life, but old hurts take time to heal. Jace is patient and prepared to make amends for the pain he caused in the past. He will go the distance for the one and only woman who ever captured his heart.
Rhythm is a Heartbeat is a Six of Hearts next generation novel, starring Jay and Matilda’s son, Jace. It can be read as a standalone romance
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Prologue
Shannon
~Age 12~
My nanny, Valerie, left over four hours ago.
She’d been in a panic because her son had gotten into a bike accident and had to be rushed to the hospital. Unable to contact my parents, which was typical when they were working, she’d instructed me to stay in the house until either she returned or my parents did.
It was starting to get dark, and the house felt too big and silent, so I’d decided to go outside to sit on the front step and watch for my parents’ cars coming up the drive. We’d only moved in three weeks ago, and this was the biggest house they’d ever bought. So big it echoed when I walked through it. We’d lived in lots of nice places over the years: a penthouse in Hong Kong, a townhouse in Copenhagen, a fancy apartment in London near Buckingham Palace. Everyone always said how lucky I was, how exciting it must be.
But the truth was, I’d trade every single one of those places if it meant we could stay put. If it meant I could actually see Mam and Dad for more than a rushed breakfast or a goodnight kiss when they got home late.
They said this place would be our last, our forever home, but I didn’t let myself believe them. I’d had my hopes dashed one too many times, packing up my life the second they got a new opportunity, leaving behind friends just when things started to feel normal.
I stared down the long driveway as dusk closed in, wishing this time that “forever” might actually mean something.
A few minutes later, the sound of a vehicle approached, followed by bright headlights, and my spirits lifted. Then I saw it was only a car pulling into our neighbour’s driveway. I hadn’t met them yet, but I was curious to know if there were any kids living there who were my age. It was August, so no new school for a few more weeks, nor any chance to make new friends.
Spending my days with Valerie while my parents worked was kind of lonely.
I watched as a tall man with brown hair emerged from the car. He looked around my father’s age, but that was where the similarities ended. This man wore a dark jacket and jeans and had tattoos crawling up his neck and across his knuckles. He carried a stack of pizza boxes and looked like the kind of person my parents might represent on trial for a serious crime—if they didn’t work exclusively for rich families who hired them to protect their wealth and assets, that was. At least, that’s what Mam said. I always suspected their jobs were a lot more complicated than that.
I didn’t realise he’d noticed me until he called over, “You the new kid?”
I was momentarily surprised that he was addressing me since I was so used to being ignored by the adults in my life. He had an American accent, and his warm expression somehow put me at ease. This man was no bad guy, even if his tattoos sort of made him look like one.
I nodded eagerly in response, happy that someone was acknowledging my existence after I’d been left home alone for hours. He tossed his car keys in the air before easily catching them, still holding the pizza boxes. I was impressed by his multi-tasking. “What are you, like, ten?” he went on.
I sat up a little bit straighter. “I’m twelve.”