RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Lucky Scars
Author: Kerry Heavens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2018
BLURB
Not every love story begins with a
fiery explosion of lust.
Some are tiny embers of hope that
smoulder slowly until the stars align…
I’d been living in a bubble.
It was meant to protect me from the things in life that hurt.
I could live, I could laugh, but at least I didn’t have to love.
Loving was dangerous and I would never do it again.
It was working just fine, until the bubble burst.
It let in danger.
It let in light.
It let in…him.
Unknowingly I’d been living in the dark, feeling my way.
He filled my world with starlight.
He showed me how to move on to the next level.
He made me feel again.
I thought the wounds from the past would never fully heal,
But perhaps they only heal when the time is right.
Sometimes you just have to thank your lucky scars.
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OUR REVIEW
This was an emotional read about some very serious and sad characters. It was a slow start but sucked you in and made you hope these star crossed lovers work out their issues and get their happily ever after.
The book starts with the main character having a crisis in Starbucks, which sets up a series of events that change two lives. This is a story of people who have to overcome some deep emotions from their past in order to move on and enjoy and live their lives. I liked how there were two love interests for Bea and both have pros and cons.
Bea is our main character. She's a strikingly smart woman in charge of her own company. Her love interests are Jonathon and Ziggy. Jonathon is a swanky business man who saw Bea dressed as the same and made some assumptions. Ziggy is a kindred spirit to Bea, sharing a love for her company and it's possibilities. Bea and Ziggy have some complicated backstory that keeps their characters and the plot slow and standoffish in the beginning of the book. But by halfway through, some of the soul crushing details are brought to light, and the reader gets brought into the loop. I didn't love the slow intro, but it worked with the writing style and delivery of details. And Bea's family made me love and adore the village that surrounds her.
“Not every love story begins with a fiery explosion of lust. Some are tiny embers of hope that smoulder.”
I liked how there was a bit of mystery for Bea, will Jonathon or Ziggy be the one to bring her into the life and light? When she finally makes her connection, it's with beautiful scenes and friendship to love. Both men bring hope and sparks to Bea's life.
This book really made me think how I'd have to deal with the same situations Bea and Ziggy were forced to endure. I had a hard time keeping interested in the book in the first third, but my perseverance paid off and the author pulled me in for the last half. There were some amazing lines that kept me turning the page, and hoping beyond hope that each character could find their happy.
“All you see are scars. You need someone to make you see stars.”
I loved all the details that made this book amazing. It really made you think, it wasn't just a fluffy happily ever after sex 'em up romance. And despite that, there was a happily ever after and a great read.
Star Ratings:
Plot = 3/5
Characters = 4/5
Heat = 4/5
Writing Style = 4/5
Overall Rating = 4/5
EXCERPTS
#1
A game company? That’s… different.”
I sucked in a breath and considered what to say. “Well, I'm pretty
passionate about games, I guess…”
He thought about this for a moment. “It's just an unusual career path
for—”
“A girl?” I interjected with a definite challenge to my tone.
He closed his eyes in shame and winced. “I didn't mean it like that.
It's a pretty unusual career path in general, but yeah, I guess for a…” he
cleared his throat, “woman, it seems even more surprising. Most women I know
don't give any time to that kind of thing.”
Taking note of the fact that he pointedly corrected me from “girl” to
“woman,” I forged ahead. “There are plenty of women into gaming, I'll have you
know. But we make game apps. There isn’t any person living in the
civilised world, man or woman, who doesn't give some time to playing those on
their phone these days, I assure you.”
“So, I'll just put that in my sexist, old-fashioned pipe and smoke it,
shall I?” he laughed.
I couldn't help laughing too. At least he wasn't denying his outdated
views. “So, what do you do?” I looked him up and down, making sure it was
obvious I was appraising his appearance as he had mine. “Let me guess,” I
pondered. “You argue like a lawyer, but maybe that’s too cliché. Something in
banking perhaps?” I tapped my finger to my chin to show I was thinking.
“Hedge-fund Manager?”
Jonathan clutched a hand to his chest. “I’m insulted,” he gasped.
“Why? You look the part. Tailored suit, flashy watch, hair just so.”
He touched the side of his hair in a gesture that said thanks for noticing. Then his face
turned serious. “So, because I dress nicely and look after myself, I must be
what you obviously deem the lowest-of-the-low in the finance field?”
“And I'm a girl, so I can't be interested in computer games?”
“Touché.”
I grinned. “So, seriously, what do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“I knew it! A hedge-fund lawyer?” I asked with a smirk.
He looked crestfallen. “No, a civil rights lawyer.”
Oh crap. There I was ripping him to shreds for the way he looked, and
he’s all noble and shit. I swallowed hard. “Really?”
“No,” he laughed. “Not really.”
I released a sigh of relief.
“I’m an editor.”
I frowned, I didn’t see that coming. “Of a newspaper?”
Jonathan shook his head as he chuckled ruefully and sipped his coffee,
leaving me waiting.
“What?” I challenged. “It was a legitimate question.”
“I was just amused by the way you’re determined to think the worst of
me, that’s all.”
“I’m not.” I was close to breaking out in a sweat. This was not going at
all how I’d hoped it would. “I just asked if you edited a newspaper that’s
all.”
“Because in your mind, if I’m not a cliched lawyer, or a
lowest-of-the-low hedge-fund manager, that only leaves journalism?”
My cheeks burned with shame and I wanted to disappear. “I didn’t mean it
like that.”
Jonathan smiled. “I’m teasing you Bea. I’m an executive editor for a
small publishing house. It’s nothing exciting, or noble, but I’m not the bad
guy you seem to think I am.”
I closed my eyes and cursed myself for even coming today. “Fair enough,
you win.” I conceded.
“I think we’re even.” Jonathan laughed heartily, and the tension between
us broke again.
#2
With trembling fingers, I tapped at my phone screen, sobbing because I
connected the call and then cut it off in my haste. I couldn’t handle
technology; I just needed him. I was about to throw in the towel and just sit
on the curb and cry when it rang. His stupid face appeared on the screen, and
my heart leapt. He knew. He knew I needed him.
Choking at the urgency to hear his voice, I tried again to get my
fingers to cooperate, and, finally, they did.
“Hello?” There was pleading in my tone. “Ziggy?
There was a short stretch of silence, and I thought maybe I’d fucked up
the call again when suddenly he spoke. “Bea? What’s wrong?”
“Zig—” A sob cut me off.
“Bea, where are you? What’s going on?”
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Tell me where?” he said with a steady determination that filled me with
exactly the comfort I needed right then. He was coming. It was going to be ok.
I looked up helplessly at my surroundings for a road name I could tell him.
“Um,” I faltered. “I don’t know, I—” Fresh tears ran down my face, and I
wiped at them with the back of my hand, only then noticing the blood. “Oh God,”
I gasped.
“Bea, please. You’re scaring me. Are you hurt?”
“No,” I assured him quickly. “I just…” I didn’t even know where to
start.
“I need to know where you are. Calm down. I’m here. Take a deep breath
and try to tell me where I need to go to find you. I’m coming. Okay? Now just
tell me where.”
I turned in place, looking for something I knew. I walked these streets
every day, and they’d never felt so alien to me. He was the only thing that
felt safe right then, but guilt swept over me, and I tried to pull myself
together. I must have been freaking him out, and that wasn’t fair. Nothing
around me seemed familiar, even though I knew it was; I was so disorientated. I
needed to do what he told me and take a breath.
He was coming to get me.
It was ok.
“Dean Street,” I told him as soon as I laid eyes on the street sign,
relieved to be tuning back in but feeling so stupid that I was so close to home
and couldn’t even focus enough to realise it. “At the Shaftsbury Avenue end, on
the corner.”
“I’m coming. Please just tell me you’re okay,” he said desperately into
the phone.
AUTHOR BIO
London
born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of sunshine! Kerry writes:
sometimes sweet, sometimes not, often funny, always hot, real romance, dirty
romcoms and other such smut.
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