Meet Millie and David (Tag) in the
newest standalone by Amy Harmon
"She said I was like a song.
Her favorite song."
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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
Amelie and Henry didn’t come by the
gym the next day. On Saturday, I thought I saw them once, beyond the wall of
windows along the front of the gym, but when I looked again they were gone. I
shrugged, deciding Henry must not have been as excited by the idea as Amelie
thought he would be. A few minutes later I looked up to see them hovering near
the speed bags, Amelie holding firmly to Henry’s arm, Henry looking as if he
was about to bolt and drag his poor sister with him. They were garnering some
strange looks—Henry with his crazy bedhead, his darting glances, and jittery
hands and Amelie because she stood so still and looked so out of place in a gym
filled with muscles and men.
I called a quick halt to my bout,
escaping Axel, who was trying to pummel me into next week, and slid between the
ropes that cordoned off one of the octagons.
“Amelie! Henry!” I called, noting
how Amelie’s face was immediately wreathed in a relieved smile, a smile so wide
it spread to her eyes, giving the illusion of sparkle and life. But Henry
started backing up, pulling his sister with him.
“Yo, Henry. Hold up, man.” I
stopped several feet from them and lowered my voice. “Did you know that Jack
Dempsey versus Jess Willard was the very first fight to be broadcast over the
radio?”
Henry stopped moving and his hands
stilled.
“Do you know what year that was,
Henry?”
“1919,” Henry said in a whisper.
“The first televised fight was in 1931. Benny Leonard vs. Mickey Walker.”
“I didn’t know that.” Actually, I
had only known about the Dempsey, Willard fight because I’d seen a biography on
Dempsey on Netflix the night before. God bless Netflix. The mention of the
radio had made me think of Henry and the sportscast blaring from his bedroom.
“You wanna tell me more?”
“David ‘Tag’ Taggert, light
heavyweight contender with a professional record of eighteen wins, two losses,
ten knock outs.”
“You checked up on me, huh?”
Henry’s mouth twitched, and he
looked away shyly.
“You did! What else did you find
out? That all the ladies love me, that I’m the best looking fighter, pound for
pound, in the universe?”
Henry looked confused for a second,
and I realized he was searching his mind for that stat. I laughed. “Just
kidding, buddy.”
“Six-foot three, 215 pounds, most
often compared to Forrest Griffin and Michael Bisping?” Henry’s voice rose on
the end, clearly seeking approval.
“I’m more charming than Bisping,
and I have better ears than Forrest. But they could both probably kick my ass.”
“He said ass, Amelie!” Henry
whispered, half shocked.
“Yes he did, Henry. It’s okay.
That’s how fighters talk,” Amelie soothed.
“Can I say ass?” Henry whispered
again, curiously.
“You can,” I cut in, “after you
learn how to fight.”
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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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