Prologue

Michael Jackson had been in love with the same woman for more than 10 years. He was 11 when they met; she was 14 years his senior. She seemed like an untouchable goddess, always just out of reach. And, until he came of age, that's just what she was. But when the time came, she took what he'd longed to give her. And he gave it willingly. Michael thought it would grow, develop into a mutual relationship built on love. It didn't.

Then along came Ruby Keane. She was everything Michael could want in a best friend; charming, witty and never one to put up with celebrity BS. She helped heal him of his heartache, patching him back up, piece by piece. And then, out of nowhere, she became the one to make his heart race that little bit faster.