TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN

Inspired by Lana Del Rey's song "Henry, Come On," (because I loved it a little too much), this novel is a gut-wrenching journey through the fire and ash of a love that never stood a chance, but refused to die quietly.

In the small, slow town of Duston, Kentucky, June Whitaker was just eighteen when she met Henry Calhoun. Seven years older, rough around the edges, built like a sin, and saddled with too many demons for one man. She was bright-eyed and full of plans. He was half-wrecked and didn't know how to be loved. And yet, they fell. Hard and fast and deep.

She gave up everything for him. College, freedom, her mother's approval.
He tried to be enough for her, fighting ghosts in therapy rooms and bar fights, swinging between tenderness and rage, between "I love you" and "I'm sorry."

Spanning a decade and more and told across three devastating parts, TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN follows two people through their first kiss to their last mistake, through secret dreams and loud heartbreaks, through marriages, violence, and impossible forgiveness. June battles chronic pain born of trauma she never asked for. Henry spirals, clinging to music, liquor, and the only woman who ever saw him as more than his past.

But love alone has never been enough to fix a man drowning in his own bloodline.

This is not a fairytale. This is not a soft kind of love.

This is Duston, and in Duston, the house always wins. And history always repeats itself.