Meet
Millie and David (Tag) in the newest stand alone by Amy Harmon
"She said I was like a song. Her favorite
song."
NOW
AVAILABLE!
Blurb
She said
I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s
something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the
last note is played.
I won my first fight when I was eleven
years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest,
truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of
unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was
something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted
like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It
looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood.
For me, heaven was the octagon.
Until I met Millie, and heaven became
something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I
watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people
swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture
unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see
her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks
at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away.
Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?
If heaven was the octagon, then she was
my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and
lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim.
The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most
important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.
**This
is David ‘Tag’ Taggert's book, a supporting character introduced in The Law of Moses. This is a stand-alone
story.
Excerpt
Millie opened the door to greet me, a
smile on her lips, my name on her tongue, but I didn’t wait for her to release
it. I wanted her to keep it, savor it, and never let it go. I needed my name to
stay inside her so that I wouldn’t float away like a word that’s already been
spoken. So I pressed my lips to hers and swung her up in my arms like a man in
a movie, and my name became a cry that only I heard.
I felt slightly crazed, and my
kiss was frantic as I barreled up the stairs with Millie in my arms. My legs
didn’t shake and my mind was clear, as if in its health my body was rebelling
too. I wanted to roar and hit my chest. I wanted to shake my fists at the
heavens, but more than anything I wanted Millie. I didn’t want to waste another
second with Millie.
Then we were in her room, the
white comforter pristine and smooth, like Millie’s skin in the moonlight, and I
laid her across it, falling down beside her.
I was anxious. Needy. I wanted the safety of her skin, the absolution of
her flesh, and the promise that came with it. I wanted to take. I wanted to
cement myself in her memory and leave my mark. I needed that. I needed her. She
matched my fervor like she understood. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t. But
she didn’t slow me down or beg me for reassurance.
My hands were in her hair and
tracing her eyes, fingering her mouth, pausing in the hollow of her throat. I
wanted to touch every single part of her. But even as I lost myself in the silk
of her skin and the sway of her movements against me, I felt the horror rise up
inside of me and shimmer beneath my skin. It wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t be
enough, and I knew it, even as I closed my eyes and tried to make it be enough.
I couldn’t breathe and my heart raced, and for a moment I thought I would tell
her everything.
She must have mistaken my fear for
hesitation, the cessation of my breath for something else, because she cradled
my face in her hands and pressed her forehead to mine. And then she whispered
my name.
“David, David, David.” It sounded like a song when she said it. And
she kissed my lips softly.
“David, David, David.” She chanted
my name, like she couldn’t believe it was true, like she liked the way it felt
in her mouth.
“I love the way you call me
David,” I said, and remembered the line from my silly song, the line that had
no rhyme.
“I love that you are mine,” she
breathed, and the fear left me for a time. It tiptoed away and love took its
place, love and belonging and time that can’t be stolen.
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The Song of David
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Amy Harmon
Amy Harmon is a USA Today and New York Times Bestselling
author. Amy knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do,
and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having
grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her
books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what
made a good story. Her books are now being published in several countries,
truly a dream come true for a little country girl from Levan, Utah.
Amy Harmon has written seven novels - the USA Today
Bestsellers, Making Faces and Running Barefoot, as well as Slow Dance in
Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, Infinity + One and the New York Times
Bestseller, A Different Blue. Her newest release, The Law of Moses, is now
available. For updates on upcoming book releases, author posts and more, join
Amy at www.authoramyharmon.com
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