#ReleaseBlitz ~~ Too Good at Goodbyes by RC Boldt
Kerry’s 3.5 Blush Review
Too Good at Goodbyes isn’t your typical rockstar romance. We see the glitz and glamor of a rockstar life and think “wow they have it all but at what price”.
Simone is known by the paparazzi as the Ice Princess, but we get to see a side of her that will melt your heart. We get a glimpse of what a rockstar goes through and the damage that can happen. Simone is one tough cookie. When the lights go out, the fans disappear what is left is a life of solitude.
Kane is asked by a good friend for a big favor. Once he finds himself taking a job and traveling it’s something he never saw himself doing. Kane is fighting his own demons of his past.
All the time these two spend together their friendship has grown into something neither saw coming. The attraction has been there from the beginning but they have kept everything professional. One night of misunderstanding has turned both their lives upside down.
RC Bolt has written a beautiful story that will melt your heart and believe love can truly find the ones who are broken.
tabloid breakup scandal quickly followed.
was embezzling my money.
called off our engagement the next day.
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.
connect with. The closer we get, the more powerful my feelings grow,
complicating our professional relationship.
man to stand by my side, undaunted by the fame and attention that trails
unyielding façade throughout heartbreak and betrayal. Perhaps it’s time to show
them the real me.
to puddle, forming lyrics from my soul’s breath. And with each word, my broken
heart cries out for Kane, begging him to help me break this pattern.
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people with my favorite guitar strapped snug against me, I prepare to sing my
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 shouldn’t have sweaty palms like a preteen working up the nerve to talk
to her crush.
a questionable food truck.
into the mic. Noise from the cheering fans is deafening, and like every time I
perform, the surreal quality never quite fades.
someone who eviscerated my heart entirely. My other relationships—and
subsequent failures—pale in comparison.
songwriting. With regard to the latter, it’s never hard to find someone
mourning an unrequited love, suffering heartache, or wishing they’d find their
own glorified everlasting love.
they’re never on the receiving end of the snide, sarcastic comments of, “Oh,
poor thing. He’s rich and famous and can’t find love. Boo-freaking-hoo.”?
ripping out my heart and putting it on display for the world, I receive the
“She’s probably selfish and put her career first” or “She probably cheated, and
now she’s regretting it” or “Mm. So sad. The Ice Princess of Pop is
soul, regardless of how damaged they might be at any given time. And as long as
my fans continue to support me, I’m going to keep on keepin’ on.
my chin, willing myself to maintain composure. “It’s called ‘Embers.’”
me fades. My voice emerges from the shards scattered within my chest where my
working heart once was.
faces of the fans in the front rows. And yet again, I’m reminded of something
all too easily forgotten. That there are others who can relate to lyrics
written from my soul’s breath.
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