Jax
(Broken Strings #1)
CHERRY SHEPHARD
Copyright © 2015 Cherry Shephard
All rights reserved.
ISBN:
ISBN-13:
For my very own rock star, Pat. You inspired this story (and, of course, the cover). Thank you for believing in me!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you Pat for being a great cover model, and such a good sport when I was constantly in your ear asking questions about musicians.
Thanks to Brisbane based rock band, JAK, who kindly donated their song, Bonnie & Clyde, to this series. You can follow them at www.facebook.com/JakLivesHere
To Steve Genis, thanks for pushing me through those late nights of writing (and interrupting me with entertaining phone calls)
To Joyce Drummond, for being a terrific PA, and helping to promote the hell out of Jax
Thank you to everyone who purchased this book!
Thank you to all of the bloggers who shared and reviewed my work, I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.
Thank you to my children, who encourage me every day. Extra thanks to my eldest daughter, who spent hours helping me make guitar necklaces.
Thank you to my fans, I love and appreciate every single one of you !
PROLOGUE
“Hey everyone we’re Manacle. Thanks for coming out tonight you all look amazing!”
Jax looked over at Tessa as she began strumming the opening chords for their next song. Manacle were playing the prom, a gig they’d be vying for all year.
He squinted his eyes under the bright stage lights and looked out across the sea of swaying students, every single one of them trying to out-dress their friends. It was a farce, a charade of happiness, and he wanted to be anywhere else.
His eyes roved around the room, searching for the one reason why he’d agreed to the gig.
There she was, standing by the punch bowl dressed all in white like an angel.
Probably spiking the punch, he thought with a wry smile.
There was no question that Amaranth Delancy was an enigma. As beautiful as she was mysterious, she often skipped class to smoke in the girls bathroom or hang out at the local skate park.
He was fortunate enough to sit next to the pale faced, dark haired beauty in art, and he knew she drew the most amazing portraits he’d ever seen.
He clearly remembered the first time he’d seen her, she’d sat next to him silently through art, her long dark hair hanging over her face as she bent over the page, drawing the fruit bowl Mrs Holmes had placed on a table at the front of the room.
He hadn’t thought too much about it, until she’d asked to borrow his sharpener.
He’d become tongue tied, unable to answer her or even think clearly as he’d stared into her large violet eyes, framed by long dark lashes.
By the time he’d snapped out of it, she’d asked someone else, and that was the last time she’d spoken to him.
The song ended, and he was brought out of his memory by the sound of the crowd applauding. He glanced over at Tessa, to find she was looking at him strangely.
Then again, she’d always been a little strange. At just seventeen years old, she was a year younger than himself and the drummer, Kane.
Tessa had joined the band at the start of the year, when Kane heard her singing to herself in the music room. Jax had to admit her talent was extraordinary, though he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with how…. Affectionate ….she was towards him.
He cleared his throat and stepped up to the microphone, belting out the opening lyrics for the song he’d written earlier that year, especially for her.
Hypnotized by your devil eyes
an angel undercover
she's a late night cool sweat wildcat lover
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as she suddenly turned towards the stage and looked up at him.
Regaining his composure, he sang his song directly to her, as though they were the only two people in the room.
By the time he was finished the song he was
(Broken Strings #1)
CHERRY SHEPHARD
Copyright © 2015 Cherry Shephard
All rights reserved.
ISBN:
ISBN-13:
For my very own rock star, Pat. You inspired this story (and, of course, the cover). Thank you for believing in me!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you Pat for being a great cover model, and such a good sport when I was constantly in your ear asking questions about musicians.
Thanks to Brisbane based rock band, JAK, who kindly donated their song, Bonnie & Clyde, to this series. You can follow them at www.facebook.com/JakLivesHere
To Steve Genis, thanks for pushing me through those late nights of writing (and interrupting me with entertaining phone calls)
To Joyce Drummond, for being a terrific PA, and helping to promote the hell out of Jax
Thank you to everyone who purchased this book!
Thank you to all of the bloggers who shared and reviewed my work, I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.
Thank you to my children, who encourage me every day. Extra thanks to my eldest daughter, who spent hours helping me make guitar necklaces.
Thank you to my fans, I love and appreciate every single one of you !
PROLOGUE
“Hey everyone we’re Manacle. Thanks for coming out tonight you all look amazing!”
Jax looked over at Tessa as she began strumming the opening chords for their next song. Manacle were playing the prom, a gig they’d be vying for all year.
He squinted his eyes under the bright stage lights and looked out across the sea of swaying students, every single one of them trying to out-dress their friends. It was a farce, a charade of happiness, and he wanted to be anywhere else.
His eyes roved around the room, searching for the one reason why he’d agreed to the gig.
There she was, standing by the punch bowl dressed all in white like an angel.
Probably spiking the punch, he thought with a wry smile.
There was no question that Amaranth Delancy was an enigma. As beautiful as she was mysterious, she often skipped class to smoke in the girls bathroom or hang out at the local skate park.
He was fortunate enough to sit next to the pale faced, dark haired beauty in art, and he knew she drew the most amazing portraits he’d ever seen.
He clearly remembered the first time he’d seen her, she’d sat next to him silently through art, her long dark hair hanging over her face as she bent over the page, drawing the fruit bowl Mrs Holmes had placed on a table at the front of the room.
He hadn’t thought too much about it, until she’d asked to borrow his sharpener.
He’d become tongue tied, unable to answer her or even think clearly as he’d stared into her large violet eyes, framed by long dark lashes.
By the time he’d snapped out of it, she’d asked someone else, and that was the last time she’d spoken to him.
The song ended, and he was brought out of his memory by the sound of the crowd applauding. He glanced over at Tessa, to find she was looking at him strangely.
Then again, she’d always been a little strange. At just seventeen years old, she was a year younger than himself and the drummer, Kane.
Tessa had joined the band at the start of the year, when Kane heard her singing to herself in the music room. Jax had to admit her talent was extraordinary, though he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with how…. Affectionate ….she was towards him.
He cleared his throat and stepped up to the microphone, belting out the opening lyrics for the song he’d written earlier that year, especially for her.
Hypnotized by your devil eyes
an angel undercover
she's a late night cool sweat wildcat lover
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as she suddenly turned towards the stage and looked up at him.
Regaining his composure, he sang his song directly to her, as though they were the only two people in the room.
By the time he was finished the song he was
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