Ethan Richards has fought depression and a host of other demons all his adult life, and it’s caused him to lose everything—his wife, his son, his friends, and he almost loses the one thing that means the most to him—his band. He hits rock bottom and believes there is no way out.
Enter Jenna McCormick, a feisty drug and alcohol counselor, a woman with her own share of troubles. She finds Ethan intriguing but keeps him at a distance while trying to help him face life without crutches. She feels a spark but denies it, knowing that a relationship with unstable Ethan could be dangerous for both of them.
Ethan knows what he wants, though, and isn’t used to being told no. Jenna isn’t willing to risk Ethan losing his tenuous grip on sobriety, however, and is prepared to deny her deeper feelings to help Ethan climb out of his hole, but he learns how to let go of his pain when he finds that someone is prepared to walk with him through the shadows. Can he convince Jenna that they should take a chance on love or will they forever deny their feelings in an effort to keep Ethan on the straight and narrow?
Did you loathe Ethan Richards as much as I did after reading Bullet? Then you know that there was no way that that he could possibly redeem himself after that – or at least that is what I thought until Rock Bottom came along.
“Am I a real shithead who doesn’t deserve to be listened to? Maybe. If you like having a target for your hate and anger, then you won’t want to continue. I know it’s easier to have a black-and-white picture. Gray isn’t always easy to process. But guess what, folks? I’m deep in the gray… and, if you’ll take a few moments to learn more about me, you might find it a little harder to judge me.”
suggests that he attend a drug and alcohol support group, he reticently agrees. He immediately feels a connection with the group’s leader, Jenna. She is smart enough to not fall for Ethan’s lethal charm. But there is something about him – something under the surface – that she just can’t ignore. Ethan is teetering on the delicate edge of sobriety and she has her own complications, so together they have a chance to either heal each other or level everything that they have worked so hard to build.
“I’m… what’s the word you used last night? Broken. Yeah, I’m broken and fucked up. My life is a complete shambles. I… uh… well, I guess I should tell you all this shit in our first session, but… I need someone I can trust. Okay, so I came on way too strong last night. That’s just how I am. But you got it right. I am in a million pieces, and I don’t know where the fucking glue is. I’m…” His voice dropped so low she had to strain to hear him. “I’m afraid that if I don’t get started, I’m going to start using again. I… I can’t do it again. I just can’t. I need your help.”