Heâs got to save his careerâand himself
Hitting rock bottom has landed country star Boone Williams in the middle of his worst nightmare: a recording studio on a horse therapy farm hours away from Nashville. He has no interest in dealing with his problems or writing a new album. And heâs definitely not interested in the gorgeous, feisty mom of one of Helping Hoovesâs young clients. She doesnât even know who he is! But his record label is one tabloid story from cutting him loose, and Boone canât seem to turn around without bumping into Ruby and her daughter, Violet. Clearly, Booneâs not going to get what he wants. Could Ruby be just what he needs?
Her hand landed solidly on Booneâs chest.
That was the moment he realized she knew exactly who he was. Clearly, she was a fan. His female admirers always wanted to touch.
âArenât you cute,â Boone said. âIf you think it would help, Iâll sign something for you and your daughter. Maybe this little encounter will turn the whole day around.â
People used to tell him that all the time. They would profess their love for him and swear that meeting him was life altering. Boone Williams had that effect on people.
This little redhead cocked her head and seemed confused, however. Boone figured she was still trying to play like she didnât recognize him. It was a common ploy.
He gave her his trademark grin and lowered his voice, which had literally made women swoon. âYou want me to sign something for you, pretty lady?â
The line between her eyebrows deepened. âUnless youâre signing your name on a check, Iâm not sure your signature is going to do me and my daughter much good, mister.â
âAre you famous or something?â the daughter asked.
Dear Reader,
I am thrilled to be bringing you the second book in the Grace Note Records series. Boone Williams was a character introduced in the first book, who I was a little worried I wasnât going to be able to make very likable. As I began to write Catch a Fallen Star, he started to grow on me until he became one of my favorite heroes yet!
Everyone has good and bad moments in their lives, and we meet Boone when heâs decided to try pulling himself out of the hole heâs dug. Itâs never easy to accept when weâre wrong, and for someone like Boone, who has had his head blown up thanks to his fame, itâs even harder. Enter Ruby and her daughter, Violet. Sometimes people come into our lives whom we never expect to have much of an impact, but they surprise us. Ruby and Violet do that for Boone.
I hope you enjoy this story and open your heart to Boone, who isnât perfect by any means. But heâs working on it!
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xoxo,
Amy Vastine
AMY VASTINE has been plotting stories in her head for as long as she can remember. An eternal optimist, she studied social work, hoping to teach others how to find their silver lining. Now she enjoys creating happily-ever-afters for all to read. Amy lives outside Chicago with her high school sweetheart turned husband, three fun-loving children and their sweet but mischievous puppy dog. Visit her at www.amyvastine.com.
To my darling teenage daughter, Alyssa. I hope you read this someday and can laugh at the bits of you I may have written into Violet. I hope you know I love you dearly even though your eye-rolling is now documented for all to see.
Acknowledgments
To my book-club friends who helped me name many of the characters of this book.
You guys are the best!
CHAPTER ONE
âWHAT IN THE name of all that is holy is this?â Boone Williams stood in front of the shiny silver Airstream trailer with his hands on his hips. Heâd slept in a lot of strange places while touring the country, but this had to be a joke.
âThis is your new home away from home,â Dean said, flashing the used-car-salesman grin he thought worked on everyone.
Dean Presley was the head of Booneâs record label, Grace Note Records, and the one who had convinced Boone to come down here to small-town Grass Lake. He had promised the perfect Tennessee retreat. A place with all the comforts of home and none of the stress. It was supposed to be top-notch, somewhere the rich and famous like Boone could reconnect with the music.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Boone grumbled. This was a trailer in the middle of a horse farm. The pungent smell of manure did battle with the overwhelming scent of hay that made his nose itch. This was no vacation home. This was a nightmare.