Fallen Legend

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Fallen Legend is a poignant and uplifting journey of hope, love, and the power of second chances.

Music legend Sam Stevens had it all, until his wife unexpectedly walked out on him, leaving him alone to raise their two young daughters. Heartbroken, bitter, and forced to abandon his music career, Sam struggles to balance single parenting and his new reality. When an opportunity to reignite his music career emerges, Sam must face a pivotal choice: Embark on a six-month tour across the country while entrusting his children's care to someone else or forfeit his dreams forever.

Enter Madison, a young nanny, who isn’t repelled by his grumpy disposition. When she meets Sam, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Despite his resistance, he can't help but be drawn to her charm and the fact that she loves his daughters as her own. With her sunny disposition, Madison Prescott brings a breath of fresh air to the Stevenses’ lives. And to Sam’s guarded heart. But behind her contagious optimism, she hides secrets that have shaped her into the woman she is today. Secrets she’s not ready to reveal just yet.

As they navigate their complicated feelings, will they be able to ignore the chemistry that sizzles between them?

This is a story of two souls learning to trust again in the face of past pain and new beginnings.

Fallen Legend is book one in the Lonesome Heart duet. This is the introduction to Sam and Madison’s soulfully beautiful love story.

My nails dug trenches in my palms, drawing pinpricks of blood, but I would keep my composure.The lump in my larynx rubbed against the chaffed walls of my throat.

I reeled in some of my wrath and tried another approach. My voice a ragged whisper. But calmer this time.

Putting my pride to rest. And urging my sanity to stay in the game.

“Lisa, you can’t be serious. Listen, there must be something I can do. Can we talk about it first? And what about the kids? How am I going to explain it to them? We’ll get help. You can’t just leave like this.”

No emotions, rather not the ones I wished to see, crossed her hardened features. No I’m-having-second-thoughts. Or you-might-be-right-we’ll-get-help.

My wife had turned into a stony version of herself.

Hoping the pain would numb the one ripping my chest in two, I tugged the roots of my hair. How could I have been so clueless about the woman I’d been married to for the last four years?

She pushed another shirt into her bag, ignoring my words.

Maybe I could reach out to the mother inside her.

“Lisa, your leaving will fuck them up for the rest of their lives. Abandoning your own children, really? That’s not what motherhood is all about.” I halted and turned around to face the woman, who I thought I knew so well, zipping up her royal-blue suitcase. The one that had traveled around the world with us for years. Yeah, what a joke.

She raised her gaze finally, and I saw determination pass through her eyes this time. She wasn’t doubting her decision to walk away from us. Her family. I studied her for a minute, wishing I could see tears glistening somewhere in them. Or regret marring her features. But there were none.

She was done.

When did my wife harbor a rock in place of her heart?

“Is it about the miscarriages?” I asked, praying she’d say yes and that I could call her doctor and set up an appointment to discuss her psychological distress. “I know how difficult it’s been on you. But it’s been hard on me too. We can get through this. Together. We’re a good team. We love each other.”

Lisa sighed and shook her head, her eyes still showing no sign of hurt. Or sadness. Or anything. “That’s the thing, Sam. I don’t love you. I did. Once. But both miscarriages were eye-opening. I need to find myself. I’m twenty-eight. For the last six years, I’ve followed you around the globe. I liked that. For the last four, I’ve played wife and mommy. And I enjoyed it. At some point. But being a parent is your thing. We had babies because you wanted to be a daddy. I never asked to be a mother. In all honesty, I thought it’d grow on me.” She shrugged. “But it didn’t. I crave fresh air. To be free to do whatever I want. Whenever I want it. And being a parent isn’t just what I hoped it’d be. I’m sorry, but I’m over it.”

I blinked. What? Was she serious right now? She’s over it?

I was having one of those crippling nightmares that felt too much like reality. This was it. No woman in her right mind would say such horrible things about her own children. About her family.

Her flesh.

Her blood.

My Adam’s apple bobbed, and bile rose in my throat. Tinted with disgust. And disdain.

My wife was delusional.

Who should I call to get her some help?

Could her state of mind be ruled a mental breakdown? Did she require psychiatric professionals? Or a vacation? She looked sane.

Lisa smiled at me as if quitting on us was just a daily occurrence and not something about to wreck our entire world.

My shoulders fell, and so did my heart. I inched closer when she moved to her feet.

“Can we talk about this? Please. You owe me that. We’ve been through so much together. Did you forget everything?” I asked, forcing my voice to sound even, trying my best to keep my anger under wraps.

She offered me another twist of her lips. She looked diabolical. Who was this woman? Where did my wife go?

“I owe you nothing, Sammy. The ride has been fun, but I’m not playing this family game anymore. I’m out. Oh, and I’ll send you the divorce papers in a week or two.”

My eyes sprang wider.

What the actual fuck.