Date Published: April 30, 2015
We don’t choose fate. It chooses us. Or so we are led to believe.
Holly Jenkins is about to receive a new heart, thanks to a donor match from accident victim, Chloe McQuade.
The victim’s boyfriend, Bad boy Jax, is angry and grieving for his lost love. He hates everything and everyone, including Holly. It isn’t until he meets her that he realizes there is something about her he can’t explain.
Could it be the beating heart of his dead girlfriend - the very one he owned, that calls to him?
Is the intense pull towards Jax coming from Holly’s own emotions or are they Chloe’s? And why is she suddenly craving things she never did before?
How do they decide what’s real and what’s not?
Is fate at play or is it something more?
He stopped. His shadow loomed over me. I knew he was taking me in. No one said anything but I could see Ty and Micah move in closer as if to stop Jax from doing something stupid.
“You!” His low, tight voice greeted me and I stifled a whimper at his nearness as his breath touched the side of my face causing me to close my eyes and let it wash over me. What was wrong with me?
Turning my head and raising my eyes to the outline of his face, all I could hear was his heavy breathing. At that very second I wanted nothing more than to have full vision. To look into his eyes and see the storm I knew would be brewing. I sensed the distaste rolling off him, swirling around me but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. Even with the front door open, his large body shot waves of heat through me as if I was standing beside the burning flames of hell.
We stood like that for an eternal minute before he sucked in a breath and on an exhale he growled, “I can’t fucking do this!” And then all the heat evaporated as he disappeared out the front door again. I forced my feet to stand still and not go after him.
What the fuck was that? I went in there with the full intention of giving that Holly chick a mouthful and I choked! I never did that! I had wanted to get in her face and tell her exactly what I thought of her goddam letter but the second I’d looked into those mocha colored eyes, those fucking stunning eyes, I couldn’t do it. What the hell? Why did she have to look like that? She made me wither under her gaze, forgetting my own name. Confounding me. I’d actually been speechless. Like everything I had planned on saying to her had been sucked into those killer eyes the moment she’d turned her face to look at me.
Grabbing fistfuls of my hair on both sides I pulled as hard as I could to try and snap out of it. She wasn’t meant to be stunning. Not one bit. She’d thrown me off kilter. Taken down all of my defenses and stripped me bare without even opening her mouth. My legs had practically been kicked from under me and I hated myself for it. I was as weak as all shit. Chloe’s death had done me in and I couldn’t take it anymore.
Micah was on his way out, after doing his good deed for the day, buttering them both up like the Nancy boy I was beginning to think he was.
Why did he have to bring me here? He could have stopped by tomorrow on his own. Why do this to me?
I rolled my tongue stud around and around with my teeth to try and focus on something other than the female in that house. Damn it! Chloe had barely been laid to rest and I was struck dumb by a pair of sensational eyes that had me feeling like they could pierce through all my bullshit and see the vulnerable kid who’d been crushed to learn his father was a lying, cheating lowlife.
I was born in NZ and raised in Australia where I’ve been living most of my life. My love of books came at an early age, introduced to me by my wonderful mother. I’ve always been an avid reader and writing became an extension of that. My favorite genres are paranormal, romance, erotica and some crime. I adore animals and I’m currently sponsoring a Malaysian Tiger through WWF. Cats in general, whether they be small house cats or larger wild tigers and lions are my favorites. I’d love to travel to Italy and Europe as well as Africa, Tibet and Nepal.