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Synopsis
When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.
Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives.
Then His heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new
future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost.
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I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty.
My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure.
My father died at thirty-five. Heart failure.
The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant.
I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday.
And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience.
I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part.
Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.
Excerpt
I stumble to my feet and into the kitchen, start some coffee—at least I have coffee, and thank god for that. While the coffee maker burbles and glugs, I drink several cups of water from the sink, to slake the demonic thirst of my cheap-wine-hangover.
My kitchen sink has a window over it, which faces the road, and my driveway. I can see anyone coming for a good mile. And if they pass the Jensens’ driveway, they’re coming here because I’m at the end of the road, with nothing beyond me but grass.
Dust is being kicked around, way up the road. It’s been dry as hell lately, so the road has been churned into powdery dust, which means I can’t make out the approaching vehicle until it’s past the Jensens’.
It’s my truck.
What the hell?
Like the sleepy, hungover idiot I am, I stand at my kitchen sink, cup of water in hand, watching my truck approach. I watch as it parks in my driveway, right in front of the slab of concrete that passes for my front porch. And I watch the blond god who rescued me from the intersection unfold his tall frame. That beast of a dog is in the passenger seat of my truck.
Once again…what the hell?
I watch him approach my front door.
God, he’s handsome.
I mean, he’s scruffy, unkempt, and wild looking. But he’s clean. He’s ripped. And his eyes are arresting, blue-green like the deepest sea.
He knocks on my door, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that yes, I do have to answer the door.
I move to the front door and pull it open. There’s a screen door, which I don’t open, yet.
“What are you doing here?” I demand.
His eyes widen, and his gaze slowly, deliberately rakes down my body. I’ve never been looked at that way in my entire life, as if I’m something delicious to eat and he’s starving. He doesn’t just look at me, doesn’t just check me out.
He scours every inch of my body with his gaze, from toes to hair, up and down. Twice.
He drinks me in, as if he’s never seen anything like me in his life. His chest rises and falls, and his fingers tighten into fists at his sides. His eyes narrow. His nostrils flare. I swear the zipper of his faded blue jeans tightens.
And yeah, I’m checking him out too.
But the way he’s looking at me, it’s…intoxicating. Bizarre, but wild and heated and ravenous.
And that is when I realize what I’m wearing.
Or…not wearing.
I’m in a T-shirt, and that’s it. And by T-shirt, I don’t mean Ollie’s big old UCLA shirt. It’s one of mine, and it’s old, so it doesn’t quite fit me. I never wear it except to bed.
It doesn’t quite cover my ass, and it’s super tight around my chest.
No bra.
No panties.
Just the T-shirt.
I don’t remember undressing, don’t remember putting on this T-shirt. I remember watching TV and maybe possibly uncorking a second bottle of wine to go with Vanderpump Rules. But clearly, at some point last night, I took off all my clothes and put on this ridiculous shirt.
It’s not ridiculous, though. It’s my second favorite sleep shirt, after Ollie’s UCLA tee. It’s comfy. And it’s also not ridiculous for me to be basically naked in my own home, not when I have no neighbors, and especially since no one ever has and—I thought—would ever visit me, so there’s no reason to ever worry about modesty.
Which means I’m standing here, basically naked, oblivious, staring at the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. My hoo-ha is playing peekaboo, for sure. My tits might as well be bare, because this shirt is so old and has been washed so many times it’s basically see-through, and now that I’m aware he’s scrutinizing me and that I’m naked, my nipples are pebbling, thickening, going hard and tingling. I see his eyes go to them.
And yeah, his zipper is totally bulging.
I feel a blush creep into my cheeks, fiery.
“Fuck.” I murmur this under my breath.
“Yes, please,” he growls.
And I swear to god, he puts his hand on the lever of the screen door.
What? No. Don’t do that.
I’m frozen, unable to move as he swings open my door. Steps over the threshold, and stands in front of me. Towers over me. I’m not a tall girl—I stand five-five and a quarter when barefoot. So this man, at six-feet and several inches, does indeed tower over me. He stares down at me, those sea-churn eyes flitting over my face, back down my body as if he can’t stop looking at me.
And for my part, I can’t stop looking either. The bulge in his jeans is huge.
I unfreeze then, and back up. Tug the hem of the shirt down in front, which covers my hoo-ha but tightens it around my breasts. Can’t win, I don’t think.
“You need to leave,” I grate out.
“You shouldn’t answer the door like that.”
“I’m tired. I just woke up.” I don’t know what’s come over me. I should be kicking him out, not talking to him. “And I’m hungover.”
“It’s past noon, and you just woke up?” He smirks. “That’s a hell of a hangover.”
“Past—did you say past noon?”
“Yeah.” He checks the watch on his wrist, an expensive, waterproof-looking thing. “Twelve thirty-four.”
“Shit!” I forget him, forget my shirt, forget that I’m naked. “I’m late for work!”
I was supposed to work at eleven again today. I turn and scramble to my bedroom, pull my emergency prepaid cell phone from the bottom of my purse.
Dead.
Where the hell is the charger? My room is kind of a disaster, because I’m not the neatest girl in the world. There are clothes everywhere; half a dozen pairs of scrubs on the floor, more folded in a basket, bras on door handles and on the floor, along with panties and towels.
I can’t find my charger anywhere.
“SHIT!”
“Something wrong?” His canyon-deep voice comes from somewhere behind me.
I’m on the floor near the bedside table, rooting through the clothes and old junk mail for the charger. “Yes, there’s something wrong. I was supposed to be at work an hour and a half ago.” I finally find it, buried. Plug it in, but the phone is old and it takes a while to get enough of a charge to turn on once it’s died. “And my phone is dead.”
“At least you have your truck, now.”
I look at him. He’s in the doorway to my bedroom, filling it completely. He’s wearing a thin black V-neck T-shirt that hugs his torso and biceps, and the way he’s standing, one arm over his head against the door frame, has his shirt hiked up so I can see grooved abdominal definition, and a thick trail of blond body hair leading under his waistband.
“My truck?” I remember how he got here in the first place. “How did you get my truck here?”
“I had it towed, had it fixed, and then drove it here.”
“Wait.” I stand up, and remember that I’m naked, and sit back down, cover my lap with old clothes. “What are you doing in my house? What are you doing in my bedroom? You know what?—Don’t answer; you need to leave.”
“You want to call your work with my phone?” He digs into his hip pocket, withdraws a sleek smart phone and extends it to me.
Equanimous. How can he be so damn equanimous all the time?
“Stop being so nice.” I stretch up from the floor, holding clothes against me to shield me from his gaze, and to hide the evidence that I’m sincerely and severely affected by him. “It’s creepy.”
“Since when is nice creepy?”
“Since no one is ever nice for no reason,” I say, dialing the office.
“I have a reason.” More leaning, more smirking, more bulging biceps.
“Oh, yeah?” The line is ringing, ringing, ringing. “What reason?”
“The reason is nice doesn’t need a reason.”
“That’s stupid. Try again.”
“Okay.” He strokes his beard with long, strong fingers. “Umm…okay, how about this: you’re seriously hot, and being nice to you stands to benefit me in some way, at some point, even if it’s just more free glances at those big, juicy tits of yours.”
I’m struck dumb by this response for a moment, until I recover my wits. “Jesus, you’re a pig.”
A laconic shrug. “You asked.”
“They’re not that big.” I cross my arms over my chest, not exactly self-conscious, but—okay, plenty self-conscious.
“Big enough, from what I saw, and I’m pretty sure I saw plenty.”
I glare at him, sigh in frustration because no one at the office is answering the phone. “Can we stop talking about my breasts?” I say this as someone finally picks up, which means they catch that statement.
“Um, hello?” Lindsey answers, confused.
“Oh, god, Lindsey, hi, it’s Niall.”
“Niall! Are you okay? We were all worried about you.”
“Yeah, I’m—I’m fine. My truck broke down last night, and I slept through my alarm this morning. I’m so sorry, Lindsey. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Half an hour, maybe?”
Lindsey confers with someone, the words muffled. “Well, actually Dr. Beardsley is here and he says it’s fine, just take the day off.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t.”
There’s the sound of the handset being transferred, then I hear Dr. Beardsley’s thick Texas twang. “Niall, darlin’, ya’ll just stay home today, a’ight? We-all are fine here. Ya’ll took care’a things yestiddy, and ’sides, you ain’t taken a day off in—well, ever.”
“You’re sure, Dr. Beardsley? I can be there in less than half an hour.”
“I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. I can take care of my own practice for one day.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Now git. I’ll see ya’ll t’morrah.”
“Okay, thanks. And—I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before in my life.”
“Happens to the best of us, I’m afraid. Why, I ’member once I was two hours late to my own surgery.”
I laugh, because this is quintessential Amos Beardsley. “Let me guess—you were out hunting?”
“Why Niall, it’s like you know me. You are surely right, though. Got a nice eight-point buck that day, and then had my knee replaced.” He gives a chesty, rumbling cough, which he’s had for as long as I’ve known him. “Listen to me, rambling on like a fool. I got patients, so I’ll let ya’ll go. See you t’mrorrah, Niall.”
“Bye, Dr. Beardsley.”
“G’bye now, sweetheart.”
I end the call, toss the phone back into my purse, and then remember it’s not mine. Retrieve it, and hand it back to Tall, Blond, and Muscular.
“So you’ve got the day free?”
I nod. “Looks like it.”
“What are you gonna do with it?”
I shrug. “Hell if I know. I haven’t had a Wednesday off in…a really long time.”
“Might I suggest letting me take you to breakfast? Well, lunch. Brunch. Whatever.”
“You may suggest, and I may decline.” I don’t quite look at him, because if nothing else, real food sounds great. All I’ve got is stale bread and no toaster.
“I did bring you your truck.” Another of those insufferable smirks. “That should earn me brunch, at least.”
“Yeah, about that. How’d you do it? I know for a fact I have my keys in my purse.”
“Spare key in the magnetic box under the front right wheel well. One of those spare key hideout things.” He digs in his hip pocket, withdraws a single key, and extends it to me.
I take it, stare at it. “I didn’t even know it was there.” I glance up at him. “What was wrong with it?”
“Out of gas.” His lips twitch in his beard, as if he’s struggling to hold back laughter.
“Out of gas?” I frown, puzzled. “But I just filled it up a few days ago. Shouldn’t be empty yet.”
“Leaky fuel line. Didn’t take them long to fix it.”
“How much did it cost, for the tow and the repair?”
“Brunch.”
“What?”
“The price of a meal, that’s how much the repair cost.”
I breathe in and out slowly a few times, trying to gather my thoughts. I should not have lunch with this guy.
But why not?
He rescued me last night.
He brought me my truck this morning—this afternoon, rather. He’s not asking for repayment.
I don’t even know his name, nor he mine, and he’s in my bedroom. I’m all but naked, and he’s made it clear he likes what he’s seen. And, dear lord, he’s seen plenty, as he stated himself.
Does that last point go in the pros or cons? I don’t know.
He’s got me off-kilter.
The dream still lingers in my mind, that image of Ollie’s dead eyes swiveling to stare at me. The helplessness. It’s suddenly hard to swallow. If I stay here all day, alone, I’ll relive that dream over and over and over again, until I’m crazy.
So, maybe I’m already crazy, but I find myself looking up at him. “All right. Fine. Brunch. But you need to leave so I can get dressed.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
“You’re not watching! Jesus.” I shake my head, amazed at his blatant lechery. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Niall James.”
I blink, stunned. “How—how did you know?”
Something dark flickers across his gaze. It’s so quick, I almost miss it, and doubt that it was ever there once it’s gone. “It was on your registration. I looked in the glove box for the spare key.”
“I don’t know your name.”
“Lock.”
I frown up at him. “Lock?”
“It’s short for Lachlan, but nobody calls me that except my mother, and that over my repeated protests.”
“Lachlan. You have a last name?”
“Nope. I’m an escaped clone from a secret government super-soldier experiment.” He manages to say this deadpan.
“Don’t be a dick.”
He laughs, and god, that sound is sexy as hell. I hate him for it. Or I want to, but I can’t quite manage full-on hatred. Annoyance, at best.
“Montgomery,” he says. “My name is Lachlan Montgomery.”
I stand up, hold a handful of dirty laundry against my belly to hide my crotch, and extend my other hand to him to shake. “Nice to meet you, Lachlan.”
He shakes my hand—god his hand is big and rough, the palm callused to the point of feeling like sandpaper. “Please call me Lock.” Another of those brief flickers of something crosses his features. “It’s nice to meet you too, Niall.”
“Great, we’re introduced. Now. For real. Get the hell out of my house so I can get dressed in privacy.”
“Fine, fine.” He backs away, as if he can’t quite bear the thought of tearing his gaze off of me. Which is weird.
And not unwelcome.
Yes—yes it is unwelcome, dammit. What am I thinking?
Did I just agree to have brunch with this guy? Why? Why? Stupid, Niall, so stupid. You’re in no position to be going on dates.
But it’s not really a date, is it?
I ponder this question as I wait until I hear the front doors close, both the storm door and the entry door. And the answer I come up with, confusingly, is that yes, it is a date.
I agreed to a date with a man whose name I didn’t even know at the moment of agreement. A man who barged uninvited into my house, after ogling my mostly naked body.
Well, hell, if it’s a date I’ve agreed to, I can’t just throw my hair in a ponytail and wear comfy pants, can I? So I take a shower, depilate all the appropriate areas, and take the time to dry my hair and curl the ends.
Which is a bad idea, because Ollie always loved it when I curled my hair like this. I don’t do it often, mainly for special occasions, or the few times in our relationship when we had time alone, together, not working. A day off, a date between assignments with MSF. Our wedding.
And I’m crying, thinking of Ollie while curling my hair for a date with another man.
God, I’m a mess.
He’d wind the curls around his fingers and tug on them. He’d pull me up against him and twirl my curls and kiss me sweetly, tugging a little. Gently, sweetly, not aggressively, just…sweetly and possessively.
I have to stop and put the curling iron down and breathe. Blink tears away.
Why am I doing this?
Just offer the man some money and get rid of him.
Lock wouldn’t take money, though, something tells me. And I already agreed, so I can’t back out now, can I?
Of course I could. But it would be rude, especially after he went so far out of his way to help me.
He wants something from me, though. I mean, duh, obviously he wants something from me.
He wants that from me, and there’s no way in goddamned hell that’s happening.
So why did I trim my down-under and shave my legs and underarms?
Why am I curling my hair and putting on eyeliner and mascara and lip stain for the first time in over a year?
Why am I stuffing my ass into my smallest pair of shorts, and my tits into a short-sleeve button-down flannel? And why, oh why, oh why am I leaving the top three buttons undone? I button the third button, after re-examining the amount of cleavage being revealed. Two buttons is plenty.
He’s already seen more than that, a nefarious little voice whispers, deep down.
I’m fucking lonely, that’s why I’m doing all this.
It doesn’t mean a damn thing. It’s just nice to feel appreciated for more than my ability to take temperatures and suture cuts. It’s nice to feel like a woman. It’s nice to be wanted. Doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with it, or about it.
I’m a widow, not a nun. I don’t have to be lonely.
Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he’s sexy as hell. God, those eyes. I never thought I’d like a beard, but that blond mass is hot. It’s wild, and makes him look like he’s crossed forests and oceans and deserts.
Finally ready, I shoulder my purse, unplug my phone from the charger, make sure I have my keys, and lock the front door.
I find Lock sitting on the tailgate of my truck, using what appears to be half a tree branch to play tug-of-war with that pony-sized dog of his. He gets the stick away, holds it above his head to keep it from the dog. Joke’s on him, though, because the dog is so big it can just lift up on its hind legs and snatch it without much effort. Lock laughs, lunges off the tailgate and full-body tackles the dog, wrestles away the stick, and then runs backward a few steps, trying to hold the stick out of reach. But yet again, a single hop covers a good half a dozen feet, and another tiny leap lets the dog latch massive, powerful jaws around the stick and wrench it way.
It’s funny, and I can’t help laughing. “That is a hell of a big dog.”
“She’s not small,” he agrees, heaving the branch as far away as he can.
“What’s her name?”
“Utah.” The dog drags the branch to Lock, and then sits on her haunches, expectant. “Utah…go say hi!”
Utah tilts her head, follows Lock’s outstretched arm pointing at me, and then she bounds toward me. Which is scary as fuck. Despite the dog’s clearly affable nature, having an animal of that size run at you with arm-crushing jaws wide is just plain terrifying. But when she gets to me, Utah skids to a halt, lifts up, and puts her paws on my front shoulders. Standing like this she has to lean down to lick my face. I bat at her, try to shove her off, but she’s bigger than me in every way, and is clearly determined to lick me to death.
“Utah! Get off me!” I laugh.
And immediately, she pulls her paws off me and sits at my feet, which puts her head at belly height.
I wipe at my face. “So. What’s the plan?”
Lock hefts the tree branch and hurls it into the brush across the road from my yard, and Utah jumps in after it, which in turn scares a rabbit out, Utah in hot pursuit. From initial impressions, I don’t think much of the rabbit’s chances.
Lock now seems to take note of me for the first time since I emerged from my house. “Damn, girl.” He straightens, squares his shoulders. His eyes narrow, and he saunters toward me.
I back up, the intensity and hunger in his gaze rife and powerful and overwhelming. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“How am I supposed to not look at you like this when you look like that?” He’s about a foot away, now, staring down at me, growling.
Well, not growling, really. Purring, more. There’s no threat in his voice or his words, only…promise.
I shiver.
Or is it a shudder?
I shove past him. Pretend I can breathe just fine. Pretend my thoughts and emotions aren’t in complete juxtapositional turmoil. I jerk open the door of my truck, jam the key in the ignition and start the engine.
And damn me if it doesn’t start on the first try.
I hear claws scrabbling on metal, and I twist in place to see Utah in the bed of the truck, prowling in circles three times, and then lying down, chin on paws. And then Lock is in the cab beside me. It’s a small cab. Just a single bench seat, no console, just the old ripped cloth and two faded, scuffed plastic and metal seatbelt buckles. He fills the cab. Overfills it, really. Broad, broad shoulders, thick thighs in tight denim, well-worn hiking boots. His hair is brushed this time, but still wild, nearly down to his shoulders, thick and wavy, sticking to his beard in places. And that beard, Jesus. He’s brushed it too, and I think I’m catching whiffs of pine and spruce coming from it. Not unpleasant. The opposite, actually.
My truck’s engine sounds different. Smoother. Idles more silkily. And then there’s the fact that it caught on the first try.
I yank the gearshift down into reverse, back up into the road, jerk it into drive, and then twist to glance at Lock. “What else did you have fixed?”
He’s rolling the window down, hanging his arm out, not quite looking at me. Shrugs. “I just told ’em to fix her up. I don’t know what all they did.”
“Bullshit.”
He looks at me, now. “You sound pissed.”
“I don’t like owing people.”
“You don’t owe me shit. You’ll never owe me a godddamn thing.” He says this vehemently, a little too much so. Off-puttingly so. Curiously so. He seems to realize this and lets out a slow breath, starts again more evenly. “Starter. Serpentine belt. The fuel line, obviously. Brakes…what else? I think that’s it. Oh, no—the spark plugs.”
My throat chokes. That’s everything the mechanic said it needed to be basically as good as new, engine-wise. I just didn’t have the money to fix it then, and haven’t had the time lately. I know how much that cost him, because I had it quoted for me.
“Lock…that’s a lot of money in repairs.” I swallow hard. “How’d you get it all done so fast?”
“I had it towed last night. Soon as you walked away, I called a tow truck and had the mechanic start right away. Just told him to fix everything that needed fixing. They must have worked late and started early.”
“I’m paying you back. That’s too much.”
His eyes cut to mine. “The hell you are.”
“I’m not a fucking charity case, Lock. I don’t need your help or your money, and I’m not fucking you just because you’ve been nice.”
“Not because I’m nice, no. But you will.” This in that same low purring growl.
I slam my foot on the brake. “You know what? Get out of my truck.” We skid to a stop, dust skirling in through the open windows. “Thanks for fixing it, that was very kind and very unnecessary. Goodbye, Lachlan Montgomery.”
“Hey, I was just—”
“You were not kidding, so don’t try and pull that on me. That may work on bar sluts, that smirk and the purr, but it’s not going to work on me. So get the fuck out.”
“Smirk and purr?” He quirks an eyebrow at me. “You think I purr?”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Jesus. You don’t take a hint, do you? LEAVE.”
He stares at me levelly for a long moment, and god it’s hard to resist the siren song in those blue-green eyes. But I do, somehow.
And he gets out. Snaps his fingers. “Utah, c’mon girl. Let’s walk.”
Happily, the dog bounds out of the bed and walks beside Lock, tail wagging, happy just to be.
God, to be a dog.
I watch them walk.
He totally deserved it.
Bonus reason I kicked him out is because it was working and that pisses me off, confuses me, and sends little thrills into my belly all at once.
The road is straight as an arrow for a good couple of miles, so I watch man and dog slowly shrink almost out of view.
But damn it.
Damn it.
I can’t let him walk all that way. It’s hot as hell out there.
“Goddamn it, Niall. What are you doing?” I ask myself as I throw the truck back into drive and go after them.
What am I doing?
I don’t have the slightest clue.
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Excerpt from YOURS by Jasinda Wilder
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Becky morrison said:
Can’t wait! ! 😀
Rachel Elliott said:
WHOA!!!! This sounds so so so good!!!
jlrich26 said:
It sounds great! I love Jacinda and second chance romance is my favorite!!
Gloria said:
Yesssss!!!!!!!! I am so ready for this release!!!!!
Dalina J said:
can’t wait to read
Brandie said:
So excited about this!!
Denise said:
So excited to read this book! Sounds amazing
Zandalee said:
Wow, this sounds incredible! And that cover is just lovely!
Lucille Jeanne Lanuza said:
This sounds awesome! Can’t wait to read this!
Rhiannon J said:
Omg I love the cover and I’m totally drooling ????
Summer said:
Oh my. I cannot wait to read this. Sounds amazing Jasinda!
Melanie said:
Can’t wait to read it!
Danielle Lagasse said:
This book sounds amazing! Love the cover and the blurb!
Ashleigh said:
Thank you for the chance! I can’t wait for this!!
Burma Turner said:
Love the cover, this book sounds so good!
Amber Hodge said:
OMG can’t wait!!!!
Melissa said:
I need to read more now! I want to know what happens next! Love the cover!
ERICKA said:
Looks great!
Laura said:
Awesome !!! Cannot wait!!!!
Shai Villanueva said:
This sounds great! The cover is pretty too! I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for this one.
Elena k. said:
Looks amazing. Thanks
Terri Hamlin said:
This cover is beautiful and the book sounds like a wonderful read. Can’t wait to read!
Thank you for a chance to win 🙂
Naarah Scheffler said:
Ooh this sounds great. Can’t wait to read this.
Ashleigh Wilson said:
Wow, this sounds intense and soooo good! Love love love Jasinda, she never disappoints!
Lindsaye-Stan Dombrowski said:
This sounds amazing! I can’t wait to read it! The cover looks great!
Tricia said:
Can’t wait for this book!!!
Heidi M said:
So excited!!!
Sandy Roman Borrero said:
Seriously?! This sounds amazing. I am all in Vilma. Jasinda is an automatic 1-Click for me. Thank you so much.
JoAnna Koller said:
Thank you!! This looks great!!
Kimberly Benyak said:
Sounds so good! Thanks for the giveaway!
Brenda said:
I can’t wait to read this book! Thank you for this chance!
Angelina Linan said:
Would love to finish reading it!!
Eileen Romero said:
I can’t wait to read this Yours!!! Sounds amazing, if course!!
Eileen Romero said:
Wow. I am so excited that I couldn’t even spell or double check my words! 🙂
* I can’t wait to read Yours!!! Sounds amazing, of course!!
Amy said:
Oh, this looks AMAZING!!! Thanks for the chance!
Heather said:
Holy Moley! As the wife of a kidney transplant reciepient this whole organ donation topic is near and dear to me. Cannot wait to read the rest! Love Jasinda Wilder!!
H Dee Swan said:
LOVE the cover!! Cant wait for this one!! Thanks!
Sara White said:
I’m so excited! Jasinda never disappoints! ?
LISA said:
I cant wait!!!
Lisa M said:
Oh my goodness! This sounds like a wonderful read … Thank you for this chance
Jenn said:
Love this cover! 🙂
Rachel said:
I am new Jasinda Wilder fan . . . I can’t wait to read her next book!
Jamie said:
Can’t wait to read this!!
gmarc220 said:
Can’t wait!! Love the cover.
Em-n J Lawrence said:
Cool cover
Brighid de Garay said:
Wow! Love the cover. This book sounds great! Can’t wait to read it.
Diana Doan said:
OMG, so excited!!!
Andrea Croisant said:
Cannot WAIT to read this book! Love me some Jasinda! 🙂
Jennifer Curtiss said:
Looking forward to the books release!!!
Kelly Scottisheart said:
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! 😀
Sanne Heremans said:
Gorgeous!!!
Verna Loves Books (@vernadene2) said:
So Excited. This one sounds amazing!!
Leslie said:
Omg I can’t wait! Thanks for the chance.
Jennifer Owens said:
Love the look of the cover and the snippet of a read makes me crazy and want to run was more!!!!
Deanna S said:
It will be fabulous! One author I never question…I just buy the book.
Vanessa said:
Love the cover. Can’t wait to read this book!
Jessica Alderette said:
So excited to read this book! I love all things Jasinda!
Happilyeverafterclub said:
Sweeeet ❤ great cover. Reading the synopsis and the excerpt, gave me book fever hhh. Now I won’t rest until I get my hands on the ARC or buy the book, once it gets published. Wilder has done it again ??
Amy P. said:
This book sounds awesome and I love the cover. I wish this book had been released before I saw her a at a signing a couple of weeks ago. Thank you so much for this great giveaway!
Robin the book nerd said:
Can’t wait. Tissues are ready!
jennifer b said:
Sounds like such a great read
Jessica z said:
Another epic Wilder release!
Melanie Samples said:
Annnnnnd I’m sucked right in!
Michelle said:
Can’t wait to read, love this!
Becca L. said:
Love it! I didn’t want the excerpt to end!!
Alysa said:
SUPER EXCITED!!!!
1klkelly said:
I’m all into and it stops! Can’t wait!
Juli Hall said:
I can’t wait to read this, love everything I’ve read by Jasinda
Thanks so much
Sharilyn Dickerson said:
Will definitely be 1-clicking this one! Can never go wrong with a book by Jasinda!!
Stephanie J said:
Thank you for the chance. This book sounds great.
Rhonda Nash said:
So looking forward to reading this. I love her books….
Andi M. said:
I’m excited to read this one!
sistahgurl50 said:
Big Jasinda Wilder fan. The blurb & Exceprt have me hook, link & sinker
Carrie J said:
Sounds great. I love the cover. And you can never go wrong with Jasinda.
Beatriz said:
Thanks for the chance!
Veronica Mostel said:
Love your books. Love the cover. Sounds real good
Sharon B said:
Sounds fabulous!
Kim Box Person said:
Absolutely love the cover!! Can’t wait to read this one sounds like a box of tissues will be required!
Mood Reader said:
Oh, my goodness! This sounds amazing. And I love that cover. Can’t wait to read more!
Thanks so much for sharing this excerpt with us! 🙂
LeAnn said:
Yes! It sounds amazing! Love Jasinda!
Cynthia V. Ortiz said:
Can’t wait to read this book!!
My Books-My World said:
Sounds so great!! Thank you for the chance ❤️❤️❤️
Heather F. said:
This sounds awesome and I love the cover!
Stella Martin said:
OMG…. This sounds amazing!!! Thanks for the chance 🙂
Jennifer O'Connell said:
Sounds fantastic, can’t wait to read this!
Kristin Reh said:
Can’t wait!
Bev said:
Can’t wait. Entered. Xx
Mandy Burdette said:
I NEED more of Jasinda’s beautiful brain child’s!!! #wilderway
blanchard1954 said:
This is a book that I would feel honored to read and review. Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention.
Latifa Morrisette said:
Sound amazing!! Love the cover!! Thanks for the chance!!!!!
Sarah Kenslee Erinn said:
YES! Sounds amazing & LOVE the cover!!
Susan said:
Thank you so much for this giveaway! Can’t wait to read Yours!
JennSmith said:
Need more!! Love Jasinda’s books!
mylittlereviewblog16 said:
Omg!!! This sounds amazing!! Ty so much for the chance. ❤️
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Andrea said:
Love this surprise!! So looking forward to reading Yours!!
Shelby Bauer said:
I can’t wait for this book!!!
Kelly said:
Can’t wait for this book!! Jasinda is one of my favorites and I know this book is going to be amazing!! ❤️ Thanks for the chance!!
jodi marinich said:
i love and have read all of jasinda’s books
Ivy said:
Thank you for the chance! I love the excerpt and the cover!!
Sandy said:
Can’t wait for this book. Thank you for the chance.
audreymills1 said:
This book sounds amazing!! Would love to read and review it!! Thank you for always sharing with your fans.
Bube said:
Great cover and excerpt!
Can’t wait to read 🙂
Lisa Muhs said:
This books sounds amazing! Can’t wait to read it!! Thanks for the chance.
Carol Elkins said:
I can’t wait to read this! I love Jasinda’s books! Thank you for the chance!
Tanya said:
Enjoyed the excerpt, great names,use add to my TBR list. Thanks for chance
cafemamanc7 said:
Ooh, this is awesome, and I cannot WAIT to read it! Thanks for the chance. 🙂
Michelle T said:
Beautiful cover! This sounds SO good! Can’t wait to read it!
Shawn G said:
Got me hook, line, and Sinkered!!!! Gotta have this!
Karen Williams said:
This sounds so good.
Ellen E Montoya said:
seriously hooked on this book already! Would love to win a copy!
Nicole Schneider said:
I love Jasinda’s books! Can’t wait to read this one too 🙂
Zita R said:
Sounds like quite an emotional story, on my TBR now.
Cheyenne said:
Loving the cover! Thanks for the chance !
Sue said:
Can’t wait to read this!!!
Tiffany Johnson said:
Exciting!!
Sarah S said:
Can’t wait to read this! ?
Sandie Curney said:
Thank you for the chance!!
Amber Goleb said:
I love Jasinda!
Amanda Kepic said:
Can’t wait for another fabulous book by Jasinda!!
Marina S said:
I really love the cover. I have never had a paperback by Jasinda!! Looking forward to reading it!
Laura Lovejoy Brunk said:
I love a 2nd chance story !
Christine Blood said:
Sounds Amazing! Can’t wait to read
Erica S. said:
Oh I can’t wait! This blurb alone pulled me in!! The cover is absolutely gorgeous!
Molly Sturgeon Lyon said:
Sounds so good! Shared on FB and Twitter.
Jodi Burnett said:
Cannot wait to read this book! Love love love Jascinda!
Melanie B said:
Book sounds awesome! Thanks for the chance 🙂
Kathy said:
This is awesome, thanks for the chance!!!!!!
Heather Scully said:
Oh wow! This sounds great! And the giveaway is a tempting and awesome bonus! Thanks! ?❤
Cindy said:
Sounds Amazing!!! Thanks for the chance!!!
Karen B said:
OMG!! Awesome! I can’t wait!
swbookworm said:
Love the cover and blurb! I love everything Jasinda Wilder writes and this looks to be no exception! ♡ ♡ ♡ Thank you for the chance!
Robin said:
Thanks for the chance!
Veronica said:
Omg this looks amazing. Thank you for the chance
Yvonne said:
Ohh wow, what a beautiful cover! Totally in love with it! <3
And that excerpt… sounds really, really good! Can't wait to read the whole book!
alessia barcaro said:
can’t wait to read it! thanks for the chance! 🙂
Mary Y. said:
Love the cover! Thanks for the chance
Danielle Renee said:
Oh my gosh, this cover is GORGEOUS!!! I seriously need this book! Thanks for the chance
Dominique Lee said:
I’m intrigued. More please, this looks really good! Thanks for the awesome chance to win an ARC!
Kim said:
Sounds really good! Can’t wait to read Yours!!
Bex Williams said:
That cover is STUNNING! And that Blurb? My goodness! I’m desperate for this book and I haven’t even read the excerpt! Which I won’t read or it will ruin me until this book releases! Lol Thanks for the chance ?
Paige said:
Love the over and this book sounds awesome!
Suzanne Radcliffe said:
This excerpt was awesome. Can’t wait to read it!
Kathy (@57koala) said:
Want to read this one. Thanks for sharing.
uthamy said:
Thanks ! It sounds really good. Excited to read it !!!
Diana said:
Can’t wait to read this book from the amazing Jasinda Wilder! Fingers crossed! ✨?
thebookselection said:
I need this book in my hands right now! Sound incredible! ?
Diana Garey said:
I loved the excerpt!! Thanks for the opportunity!!
Jennifer Ingman said:
That cover is super great and I’m glad you were able to surprise us with it, Vilma. Definitely adding this book to my list.
Brenda Robledo said:
Can’t wait for this one!!! Thanks for the chance!
Ebbie Moresco said:
Love the cover! This excerpt has me wanting to read more!!
Tami Clark said:
Wow. the cover is beautiful! Thank you for the surprise, Vilma. I am so excited to read this one. Jasinda Wilder is amazing.
Karla said:
Thanks so much for the chance!!
melissa sayers said:
So exciting!
Amy Rangel said:
This is so awesome, I can’t wait. Thank you for this chance♡♡
Ikelia said:
Can’t wait! This sounds so good! Thanks for the excerpt and giveaway
Tina Smith said:
Love it! Can’t wait for it to come out!! Eeeekkkk!!
Shannon Lang said:
Thank you for the chance!
Jaime Bruce said:
OMGosh!!!! I NEED this book in my life!!!!
Amanda said:
Sounds like an awesome book!
susan intermoia said:
Thanks for sharing. Beautiful cover. Reads like a person couldn’t put it down after you get it in your hands. Thanks tor the chance.
brittany said:
Wow! Just wow and that’s why JW is my fave author ever!!
Thank you for this chance!!! ?????
Elisha Snell said:
This is awesome! Thank you fir the chance!
Lisa Cauley said:
So excited to read this. THANKS!! ?
Anne Dewling said:
Sounds wonderful as usual! Beautiful cover.
Dedee Hayes said:
Thank you for the chance ❤️
Sam adams said:
This is super exciting. I can’t wait to read it
Melissa said:
Awesome giveaway
Debra D said:
Thanks for the chance!!!
Bobbie said:
This excerpt is the greatest! Thank you for allowing us to read it. Thank you for a chance to win this ARC…