Book Description
When Harvard Law student, Dylan Ackhart, moves to Boston with her best friend- the last thing she expects to find is Jeremy Mason. Jeremy is sexy, smart, and passionate- and currently the most famous rock star in the world.
From the first moment Dylan meets Jeremy, she's attracted to him. But she soon finds the fame and press can wear on you. Plus, Jeremy seems to be hiding things from her- including his relationship with the mysterious blue-haired girl.Tracks takes you on a ride through the not so glamorous side of dating a rock star- sex, drugs, rock and roll.
Excerpt
I make a disgusted sound in my throat. “I am totally fucked up by what my mother did to me,” I say, still aghast at his reaction to my story.
“Fucked up?” he questions, confused. “Why? Because you’re shy? Because you’re private? Because you don’t like to be vulnerable? Because you strive to achieve great things to prove you’re good enough to be worth something?”
The way he instantly knows me makes me very uncomfortable. I freeze, wide eyed and unable to speak for a moment. How could he see me so clearly? How did this connection between us go so deeply? It was disturbing to me, the understanding between us. It’s deeper than even the physical pull between us, as if the air that separates our bodies is electrically charged. I had worked my whole life to push people away, building up this wall of protection. And yet here is this man, tearing it down and seeing who I am through all the bullshit. Maybe I'm not as good at hiding myself as I thought.
“Yeah,” I finally muttered. “Those reasons are pretty much why.”
“It makes you beautiful. The things you say it created in you... are what attract me to you in this unbelievable way. You’re timid, shy, brilliant, and completely unaware of how amazing you are.”
I go statue still. My heart feels like it’s going to explode at his words. How did our conversation change course so quickly? I don’t know if I’m prepared for this. “Amazing?” I repeat in disbelief.
He smiles a catlike smile, like he’s hunting again. Immediately, my breathing increases. “Oh yes. When I first saw your eyes from the stage,” he leans closer to me. I want to both back away and lean toward him at the same time. “I wanted to make them roll back into your head. I wanted to grab your round hips and pull you close to me.” He crouches on the couch, one leg on and one leg off, leaning over me. With his face against my cheek again, he whispers in my ear, “You. Are. Breathtaking.”
Review
Tracks, tracks, tracks, there’s nothing negative I can say about this book. These books take the readers on one emotional rollercoaster ride, when the ride starts it is very nice ascending ride, then it descending and it will have you not wanting to put the book down. The relationship between Dylan & Jeremy is one that is not at all healthy. Oh it started off hot & steamy, but once Dylan finds out Jeremy’s skeletons that he is holding on to she needs to make the decision of whether or not she should stay with him. Tracks show us that when it comes to huge issues in our lives we need to try & solve them before it festers & get to a point where you just want to feel numb rather than deal with them head on. I cried towards the end of the book, the emotions that Sarah poured out in this book were phenomenal. I was reading saying how do one do this, I bet she was beside herself when writing this book. Overall this book is a very excellent read, great story line & the meaning behind the whole book is very forth coming.
Character Interview (Dylan)
Dylan, how are doing today I hope all is fine, how are things going with you since Jeremy went back on the road?
Hi! Thanks for having me.
With Jeremy being back on the road, it’s been really hard. I kind of have to tackle every day and try to move on with my life without him. It isn’t easy, but it’s best for both of us. I need to be able to accomplish what I want and need to accomplish without distraction.
How are you handling law school & trying to keep your thoughts of Jeremy in place?
Since he’s been back on the road and we’re not talking as much, it’s helped me focus so much more on school. School’s almost therapeutic now, because if I’m thinking about school and doing homework and papers, I don’t have time to dwell on Jeremy.
Do you find yourself sometimes thinking that he’s back to his bad habits?
Constantly. I guess that’s what comes along with dating an addict though, doesn’t it? There’s always that constant fear that the need for the drug will overcome their reason. It’s even harder that he’s famous. The press will stop at nothing to get a good story. They can take a completely innocent picture and make it look like the most compromising situation.
Are you trying to make it work for the best?
I am. Because I honestly believe we’re meant to be together. I don’t feel really whole without him. I realize that may not be healthy, but that’s just the way I feel.
You told Jeremy that you guys need to work on “yourselves” first, try to get to know “you” better, how is that coming along, are you finding out new things about you that you never notice before?
I do. I feel like I’m focusing on becoming an independent adult. I’m forming new friendships and accomplishing the goals I set out for myself. I don’t want my life to completely revolve around someone else. I want to have my own voice and be my own person. I want to be happy with who I am.
Last but not least, are you planning on staying in Boston once you’re done with school, or are you going to move back home?
Well, I hope that in my final year of Harvard, I’ll get an internship with the Boston District Attorney’s office. It’s a really hard internship to be accepted for so I’m crossing my fingers. But if I do that and they offer me a job after graduation, I’ll definitely stay. Plus I really like my house and I’m planning to buy Theresa out of it.
Again thank you for your time Dylan and I wish you and Jeremy the best in your relationship.
Alternate POV (Jeremy)
I down the cold can of beer in my hand until the last drop falls on my tongue. I’ve had seven beers, and it’s just barely enough to hold me over. I’m tired of drinking fucking beer backstage every goddamned night and could really use the hard stuff. But I guess I have to be at least able to fucking walk when I’m on stage.
I crumple the can and throw it on the floor. I know one of my assistants will pick it up. Ever since I fucked the two of them- in the same night- they’d do anything to get back in my pants. It’s sad, really. Pathetic.
Then again, I guess it’s really fucking hypocritical of me to call anyone else pathetic.
I stretch my neck from side to side before lifting my baby’s strap up and over my head. I love the feel of her cold neck against my hand. She glimmers in the faint light, her strings perfectly tuned and tight. To me, it’s like I’m a priest holding the Holy Bible in my hands. The fucking word of God.
I close my eyes, trying to get into the half meditation state I’m in when I perform. Trying to let the music take over me and my emotions instead of the constant drugs and alcohol pumping through my veins. I raise my arm above my head and bring my fingers down across her precious strings. The sound she makes over the sound systems is strikingly beautiful. It immediately quiets the loud crowd down before they start cheering for me again.
I love how my baby and I have the power to quiet a room full of thousands of people, even without being seen. The moments I have backstage, when I’m not visible to anyone or dancing around like an idiot for anyone, when just the sound of my guitar can silence the crowd…that’s fucking music.
I start doing a general, simple guitar riff. I make it more and more complex the longer I play. The sound is blaring through the venue, and it’s beautiful. I take it all in before I have to walk out onto the stage, the lights hitting me and the crowd screaming for me all at once.
The band kicks in and my riff changes into one of my latest singles. I don’t even have to pay attention to the notes or lyrics anymore. I could play them in my goddamned sleep. Sober or not.
I walk to the microphone, trying to look at every girl in the front row in the eyes. I’m doing this obviously to keep them in love with me like the record company wants, as if my brilliant music can’t or won’t speak for itself (those assholes), but also because I’m restless today and bored with my normal girl groupies. Surely, there’s got to be one, two, or three hot women in the front row.
Midway through the first song, as I’m hunting through the crowd, I see someone jerk forward as if they’re about to jump onto the stage. My eyes are drawn subconsciously towards the movement, and I look down to see her. And then, our eyes lock.
Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m initially frozen by the most powerful, beautiful, greenish-blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I feel like she’s staring straight through me. The electricity I feel pulsing through my body is something I’ve never felt without the alcohol or drugs before. Suddenly, I have to concentrate on what I’m playing and singing. I’m so stunned I may actually screw up. I have to look away from her before I make myself look like an idiot. Somehow, I manage to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous face. But my heart is still pulsing so loud I can hear it in my ears.
Throughout the concert, I have to will myself to stop from staring at the gorgeous girl the entire night. Every once in a while, I slip up and look at her. And every goddamned time, she’s staring right back at me. With those eyes. Those eyes I’m going to make roll back in her head. Those lips I’m going to make red and swollen. I have to touch her. I have to feel her. Now. I have to know if this electricity will continue if our proximity is closer.
I can’t believe I’m fucking doing it, and Rich and the rest of the security team is going to have my fucking head, but I find myself leaning over the stage and reaching towards the crowd. Not towards the crowd, but towards her. I stare at her, willing her to grab my hand.
But instead, about fifteen other hands reach out to grab mine. And then more and then more. Girls from every direction are rushing the stage, and no matter how fast security pulls them off, more come. I pull my hand back as soon as I can get it free. They almost pulled me off the stage.
I look down to find the girl again and realize she’s no longer standing in front of me. I look around the crowd, confused as to where she went. I see the girl she was talking to during the show frantically trying to push a bunch of girls away and get down towards the floor. I follow her line of sight to the floor and see arms covering a head of blonde hair. Girls are trampling on her, stepping all over her body. Heels are digging into her legs and back. One is dangerously close to her head.
No! Not her…
My blood pressure and adrenaline rise so fast, I think I’m going to fucking pass out. I drop my hands from my guitar. “Stop!” I scream loudly. The idiot band continues to play. “Stop, stop, stop!” I growl. Almost the whole auditorium falls dead silent. I breathe a short sigh of relief. I glance to my right and see Richie standing by the stage door. “Help her. Now!” I say, pointing to where she’s lying on the floor.
God, please be okay. Fuck! Fuck fuck…I need her.
Need? Fucking sick, right? But I knew the second I saw her goddamned face, she was the answer for me. She’s the woman. The one I’ve been searching for. I just…I just know it. She’s…she’s my present. My future. She’s the girl I’m going to fucking marry. She just doesn’t know it yet.
As I see Rich pick her up and carry her backstage, I know she’ll be mine. But I know she’ll be different than the other girls, so for the rest of the concert I’m thinking about how I may have to change for her. And by the way she looked at me, with her fucking innocent eyes and modest-but-seductive as hell clothing, the changes I may have to make scare the shit out of me.
Author's Bio
Sarah has been married to her husband, Jon, for 8 years. She has two beautiful daughters: Anna, age 7, and Quinn, age 2. They live in Lansdale, Pennsylvania.She enjoys reading, singing, art, music, television, going to the movies, Hershey Park, and writing. "Tracks"- the first book in the "Rock Bottom" series- is her first book.Sarah is currently working on the second book in the "Rock Bottom" series- titled "Trials"- coming soon.
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