Black Box by Cassia Leo

Three fateful encounters….
Two heart-breaking tragedies….
One last chance to get it right.
From New York Times best selling author Cassia Leo, comes an epic love story about rewriting destiny.
Over the course of five years, Mikki and Crush cross paths on three separate occasions. Their first encounter changes Mikki’s life forever, but their second meeting leaves them both buried beneath the emotional wreckage of a violent attack. Mikki is left with more questions and grief than she can handle, while Crush is forced to forget the girl who saved his life.
 
Now nineteen years old, Mikki Gladstone has decided she’s tired of the mind-numbing meds. She books a flight to Los Angeles to end her life far away from her loving, though often distant, family.
 
Twenty-one-year-old Crush has always channeled his blackest thoughts into his music, but he’s never had great aspirations. He decides to fly to Los Angeles to record a demo of the only song he’s never performed in public; a song he wrote for a girl he doesn’t even know: Black Box. He has no expectations of fame and he’s never felt like his life had any purpose… until he meets Mikki in Terminal B.
 
When Mikki and Crush cross paths for the third time in Terminal B, neither has any idea who the other person is; until they slowly piece together their history and realize that fate has more in store for them than just another love story.
 
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Once again Cassia has totally blown me away! I was immediately taken into Mikki and Crush’s world and with each page I was more invested in them and who they were. This was such an amazing story about fate and love. Be prepared with tissues because this book will definitely leave you misty eyes, if not in tears.

Mikki is tired of being stopped. She just wants to go away with out hurting the ones she loves even more by finding her. So she books a flight to Los Angeles to finally end her life. Fate has another plan for her, when she finds herself leaving the Boston airport with a guy, she thinks she knows, after a snow storm leaves them stranded there.

Crush can’t get his mind off of the girl her met when fate stepped in a saved his life, while he saved hers. Flying to L.A. to record a demo, he meets Mikki in Terminal B and decides to take her for coffee while they figure out what to do while waiting for plane.

The little bits and pieces start to fall into place and Mikki and Crush figure out that they do know each other. And the piece that binds them together is Black Box.

Cassia has a way of weaving characters and storyline, that pulls you in. I could not put this book down. When the book finally ends, you can’t let the characters go. When a book does that. Makes you think. Makes you want more. You have a 5 star book!

Black Box

Chapter 8

Crush

(Excerpt)

Staring into Mikki’s green eyes, I swear I’m looking into my own. She’s hiding something from me that I haven’t quite figured out yet, but I’m positive it has to do with her trip to L.A. There has to be a reason someone as skittish as her decided to have coffee with me rather than go home when her flight was canceled. And there’s definitely a reason greater than curiosity for the question she just asked me.
If it weren’t her asking, this would be the point in our conversation where I begin to suspect her of being an undercover cop or journalist. But it is Mikki. And something about this girl tells me she’s not here to find out what happened in a dark parking lot three years ago.
“That’s a trick question,” I reply. “If I tell you I’ve never killed anyone, then you’ll think I’m a good guy and you’ll stay, because even though it’s not a very exciting answer, it means you’re safe. But if I tell you I’ve killed someone, you may find it intriguing or frightening. Either way, intrigued or scared, you’ll probably try to get the fuck away from me, and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
She smiles as she looks down at her fingers, which she’s tapping on the surface of the bar. “That’s a real suave way to dodge the question. It also sounds like something a murderer would say.”
“Really?”
She looks up and meets my gaze again. “Who did you kill?”
I pause for a moment as I try to figure out where she’s going with this conversation. Then it hits me. “Do you want to die?”
“What?” she asks, shaking her head far too adamantly. “That’s … that’s a stupid question.”
“Why is it a stupid question?”
“Because,” she snaps at me. “It’s just stupid. I don’t want to die.”
She continues to look down at her hands, which are still trembling as she fidgets with her silver thumb-ring. I get an urge to grab her hand again, to stop the trembling and fidgeting, but I don’t.
“I’m sorry. I guess that was kind of a stupid question. I was just wondering why a pretty girl like you would hang out with me when you could be at home in your warm bed with your pjs on. Or out with your friends … or your boyfriend.”
She finally chuckles. “So, accusing me of wanting to die is your way of avoiding my question or is it just a really messed-up way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?”
“It’s just me being a total dick. And … do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.” She looks up and fixes me with a steely glare. “Most guys don’t appreciate a girl who’s crazy and also doesn’t put out.”  I’m not quite sure how to respond to this statement. It’s probably best to change the subject or reach for a joke. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Most girls don’t appreciate a guy who can cite Shakespeare and won’t put out. Actually, I think that’s a line from Macbeth.”
Her glare melts into a reluctant smile. “You’re not a total dick.”
“Still not putting out.”

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo grew up in California and has lived in three different countries. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a record deal based on her awesome shower singing skills. She is the author of the Shattered Hearts series (Relentless, Pieces of You, Bring Me Home, Abandon) and the Luke and Chase series.

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