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Where My Heart Breaks by Ivy Sinclair
Publication date: August 30th, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Publication date: August 30th, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
If there were a course in screwing up your life, Kate Spivey would get an A+.
Trust is in short supply for Kate at the start of the summer before her senior year of college. Her parents sentenced her to spend it under the watchful eye of her aunt at the famous Willoughby Inn. It was further proof that she was a prisoner in, and not the decision maker of, her life. Nothing she does is good enough to prove that she learned from the mistakes of her past.
Almost immediately, Kate finds that her new summer home holds another person who understands the unfairness of her situation better than most. Reed Black has had his own share of tragedy and regrets, but instead of trying to fight his reputation, he embraced it.
Sparks fly between Kate and Reed, but Kate needs to steer clear of Reed if she wants to regain control of her future. He is one temptation she can't afford to indulge in, although fate seems to have other ideas for both of them.
Trust is in short supply for Kate at the start of the summer before her senior year of college. Her parents sentenced her to spend it under the watchful eye of her aunt at the famous Willoughby Inn. It was further proof that she was a prisoner in, and not the decision maker of, her life. Nothing she does is good enough to prove that she learned from the mistakes of her past.
Almost immediately, Kate finds that her new summer home holds another person who understands the unfairness of her situation better than most. Reed Black has had his own share of tragedy and regrets, but instead of trying to fight his reputation, he embraced it.
Sparks fly between Kate and Reed, but Kate needs to steer clear of Reed if she wants to regain control of her future. He is one temptation she can't afford to indulge in, although fate seems to have other ideas for both of them.
Excerpt
I had no idea how much time passed as I
was absorbed deeper and deeper into Jackson and Camilla’s forbidden romance.
The story was set in the 1920s. Jackson was a wealthy industrialist staying at
the Willoughby for the summer with his wife, who had taken ill. The doctors had
recommended that Jackson take her out of the city to recuperate. Camilla was
the daughter of the Willoughby’s owner. The hot summer days wore on, and the
forbidden attraction between Jackson and Camilla grew in intensity.
I was entranced.
Anyone with common sense would know that Jackson was a bastard. It shouldn’t
have mattered that he married young to someone he barely knew. But that was how
Walter Moolen drew the reader in to make Jackson likable and vulnerable beneath
his gruff exterior. Camilla, young and inexperienced, didn’t stand a chance
once Jackson set his sights on her. I wanted to hate her for being so naive,
but instead I found myself rooting for her to win Jackson’s heart.
I just reached the
part where Jackson pulled Camilla into his arms for the first time, intent on
declaring his desire for her, when I heard the tumble of rocks behind me. I
jumped up, and the scream caught in my chest when Reed stepped into the
lantern’s light.
“What the hell?” I
said, my heart pounding wickedly against my rib cage. “Are you trying to give
me a heart attack?”
He put up his hands
in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You must have been pretty deep
in thought if you didn’t hear me coming.”
I was torn between
chewing him out for interrupting me at such a pivotal plot point in my book,
and being thrilled that he was there. Which led me to an obvious question.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make
sure you made it home safely,” he said, cocking his head. “Considering you left
Lula’s without letting me know you found another ride. You seem to make friends
easily.”
“I’m not the only
one,” I retorted, thinking of the two busty blonds hanging on his every word.
Reed looked
surprised. “I told Bud that I’d get you home. I’m just upholding my end of the
bargain.”
I didn’t know what
to make of him. One minute he was all bad boy, and the next he was like this,
tentative and uncertain. Which one was the real Reed?
“Obviously I’m
fine, safe and sound right where I’m supposed to be,” I said, outstretching my
arms to encompass my surroundings. “Sam brought me home hours ago.”
“Sam’s a good guy,”
Reed said, moving closer to me. “A little on the soft side, but dependable and
reliable. Trustworthy.”
“That’s a good kind
of guy to have around,” I said faintly. I had to get a grip. I was acting like
a silly girl in a romance novel who never laid eyes on a man before. What was
it about Reed that drew me in and made my heart beat so fast?
“Not like a guy
like me,” Reed said as if he read my mind. He stopped a foot shy of me. His
eyes passed over my shoulder and out to the lake. “I’m sure you heard the
warning. Any single woman under the age of forty who sets foot in Bleckerville
hears the warning about me as soon as she meets someone like Lula or your Aunt
Patrice. I’m a favored topic of town gossip.”
“What warning is
that?” It shocked me that he was putting himself out there like that. I was
doing nothing but trying to forget my reputation. Reed seemed intent on
bringing his out in the open. His glittering eyes focused back on mine. The
intensity in them took my breath away.
“To stay away.
Don’t get involved. That the bad things that happened to me in my youth left me
heartless and cruel when it comes to the fairer sex,” he said.
“Is that true?”
His hand reached
out, and his fingertips pushed a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “It
usually doesn’t matter. Reputations are built on kernels of truth. People might
change, but in a town like this, reputations don’t. The only way I’d ever stand
a chance of getting away from it would be to leave Bleckerville, which I can’t
do.”
As someone plagued
by a reputation that I earned, but didn’t feel like I deserved, I knew exactly
what he meant. No matter what I did or said, my parents, my college friends, my
teachers, even Millie at times, all still judged me by the person that I used
to be. I was the person who let Trevor in and proceeded to let him walk all
over me, even when he walked me right to the edge of a metaphorical cliff and
left me dangling with no help in sight.
“I prefer not to
judge someone by what other people say about them. I make my own decisions,” I
said, raising my chin. “All’s I ask is that I get the same consideration.”
Remembering his earlier insinuation, I decided to call him out. If we were
going to be honest, then we were going to be honest.
Reed dug his hands
into his pockets. “I might have heard a few things about you.”
“I’m sure you
have,” I said. I felt a flash of anger. “Is that why you’re here? To see if the
bad girl is as naughty as they say she is? Seems like if you were looking for
an easy lay, you could have taken a turn with either of those blond bimbos at
the bar.”
Reed’s expression
was unreadable. He leaned in and my breath caught in my throat. “And just like
that, you judged me just like everyone else in this shithole town would without
even knowing if what they’re saying is true.”
Then he moved
around me. The imaginary bindings around my chest that I didn’t even realize
were there loosened. I turned and watched him walk across the sand to the
water’s edge. His arm ratcheted back, and then pushed forward and I heard the
plop of something dropping into the water.
I made my way down
to stand a few feet away from him. I was ashamed of myself. He was right. So
far, he had done nothing to me. He changed my flat tire. He offered me a ride
home. He appeared in the moonlight and made no movement toward seduction, which
I admit was mildly disappointing. So far, the only person being an ass was me.
“I guess I deserved
that,” I said.
Reed threw another
pebble out into the water. He didn’t look at me. “You did.”
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About the Author
Ivy Sinclair cut her romance teeth on classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, An Affair to Remember, and Sabrina. She is a firm believer in true love, a happily ever after ending, and the medicinal use of chocolate to cure any ailment of the heart. Ivy’s guilty pleasures include sushi, endless Starbucks lattes, and wine. Readers of Ivy’s stories can expect smoldering sweet stories of romance that tug at the heartstrings.
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