Title: Lucky Scars
Author: Kerry Heavens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 3 July 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.
Review
This is my first read by this author and I liked that this was based in England.
Bea has gone through devastation in her past and has since stayed focused on her business but any relationships of the romantic kind have been purely off her radar. It would be like a betrayal for her. But on the morning she has an important client meeting, she meets two very different men but who both would have an impact on her both in the present and in the future.
I must admit it took me a while to get into this in the beginning as I was hesitant by thinking this would be a love triangle (which is not my thing) but the more I read the more it became apparent the reason for Ziggy and the reason for Jonathan. So new readers please don’t be hesitant – just dive in.
I loved the banter and the ‘stars’ between Bea and Ziggy, and the easy friendship that became apparent could be so much more. However with both fighting emotional pasts it was a hard journey they both would take. As for Jonathan, well he was an enigma, The smooth and sexy stranger but just what was the reason for him being a major part of the storyline? The beauty is the discovery in the read.
The ending was absolutely worth waiting for and I swooned. Yes swooned. It doesn’t happen often but when it does it is bliss. And this was. Ah perfect ending. Four stars.
ARC kindly provided by the author to Foxylutely
Excerpt
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.
The Author
London born indie author, iPhone addict and 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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