Genres: Contemporary Romance
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A deafening blast. Pain. Silence.
That was all it took for an IED to end my life as I knew it. The man I was shattered in a hard wave of sound and debris that rained down on me like death itself.
And six months later, after waking up to an inescapable hell, I found myself wishing that death had found me.
Miranda Jacobs swept into my life like a cool breeze on a smoldering day.
With her smart mouth and her ridiculous jokes, she brought me back to life one minute at a time.
Turned out time wasn’t on our side.
Screams. Twisted metal. Silence.
And I’d lost it all again—only this time, I had no one to blame but myself.
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Hours after I finished A Steel Heart I was still tearing up over this beautiful, emotional love story. It’s a Standalone and it’s told in alternating POV. I wept quite a few times while reading it, tears of joy and some of sorrow both emotions I love in a Romance novel, and by the end I was a blubbering mess. And what an end! I love a good epilogue and this one is so outstanding that those tears at the end were of pure happiness. This story is going on my list for Top Ten of the year reads. It’s going to be one of my favorite go-to books that I reach for, when I want find comfort, and lose myself in a beautiful story.
Miranda “Mae” Jacobs, twenty-two, has been making endless lists since she was eleven years old, as a way to find order in her chaotic childhood. The only child of a single, emotionally abusive mother, years later she was still making lists on Post-it notes, scattered everywhere. She finds comfort in her book boyfriends, and her beloved donuts, maybe too much comfort as her mother constantly tells her. Her best friend Ainsley insists she’s curvy, and she tells the usually bright, bubbly and cheerful Miranda not to pay attention to her mother’s ugly comments. When she isn’t working out of her house editing romance novels, she’s donating books she’s read to the library, volunteering in the NICU by snuggling babies once a week, or watching Will, eight years old, when his mother was running late due to her job as a nurse. Yes, and on top of all that, she’d taken up spying on her new neighbor, lots and lots of spying.
“Of course, even his name was drool worthy, sounding like the very definition of a hot fictional book boyfriend. I couldn’t even with him. It was as if God himself was taunting me with this Holden, having him be everything I’d ever wanted and nothing I needed.”
Holden Steel, thirty-three, an Army ranger, returned from Afghanistan six months ago after stepping on an IED. Now dealing with constant pain and PTSD he’s going through the motions of living. Wearing a perpetual frown on his face, he runs into his neighbor several times and doesn’t make a very nice impression. He’s rude and makes disparaging remarks about her appearance, or so she thinks, and when Miranda tells him how rude he is, Holden realizes he’s hurt her. Something he’s sorry for and wants to make amends but doesn’t know how.
When Miranda decides she’s going to befriend Holden, she starts to silently accompany him on his morning walks. Then she begins to tell him random things about herself. And question him, too. Soon, she’s confiding things to Holden that she hasn’t told anyone else. Without realizing it, they become friends, and soon so much more. She slowly begins to draw out smiles, and laughs, out of Holden something no one had been able to do in a long time.
“Your dream man isn’t going to appear out of one of these over romanticized storied, Mae.”
“I know that, Holden. I don’t expect my one to walk from the pages of one of my romance novels. Whoever this man is, when he comes for me, we’re gonna write our own story.”
This story is so riveting; I sat and read it almost from start to finish in one sitting. Poor Holden had horrible nightmares and PTSD that he hadn’t talked to anyone about, he was wracked with guilt and felt he had nothing to offer Mae. And Mae had a huge heart, one she deserved to have filled, and she thinks she’s found “the one” that ticks off every item on her list; but things don’t work out as she thought or hoped for.
“You might be right, but I still want it.”
“True love. Mad love. Deep love. The kind of love that makes you do insane things. The kind of love that makes you as angry as it does happy. The kind of love that hurts you as much as it heals you. The forever kind. Truly. Madly. Deeply. That’s what I want.”
I can’t express how much this book touched me! I hurt for both Holden and Mae. I’ve said many times “So and so are my favorite book couple!” No, I feel like no one can hold a candle to Holden and Mae. Now that I know and love them they’re my favorite book couple!
A Steel Heart, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from Amie Knight is LIVE!
A Steel Heart by Amie Knight
Publishing Date: November 9th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“What are you doing today?” my friend Ainsley asked through the cell phone that was pressed to my ear with my shoulder. My hands were busy holding open a piece of the blinds so I could look out the front window.
I gave her a distracted answer. “You know, the usual. Edits and whatnot.” I tilted my head to the side to get a better view out the window and almost dropped the phone. Holy hotness.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Distracted.” Ainsley sucked in a breath. “Oh my God. It’s nine a.m. Are you neighbor stalking again?”
I snapped the blinds closed and backed away from the window. “No. Of course not. Why would I do that?”
“You told me you weren’t going to do that anymore.”
I thought we’d already established I was a liar.
I stepped back toward the window because I couldn’t help myself, obviously a glutton for freaking punishment. But this was the only time of day I saw him besides when he left in his big, black truck at three in the afternoon on the dot, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. I cradled the phone with my shoulder again, pushed the blinds apart with my hands, and pressed my face to the windowpane like the creepy stalker I was. And there he was. Every gorgeous inch of him.
He walked toward my building from across the busy downtown street like a tall glass of water on a hot day. All swagger and supreme male beauty. The kind of beauty that made a girl’s breath catch and heart pitter-patter. He pushed his dark hair off his tan forehead and the big muscles in his arms bunched.
Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I may have whispered, “Christ on a cracker.” I didn’t know his name, but I knew his schedule like the back of my hand. That wasn’t weird at all.
“You’re a terrible liar.” She giggled. “What’s he wearing today?”
I barely heard Ainsley. Every morning when I watched this man walk down the street and toward our building, it was like just he and I existed. Slow motion. Our own sexy theme music. Nameless, ridiculously hot man and Miranda. He didn’t know it, but there was a world of our own and it was the absolute best part of my day.
“Sunglasses. White, tight, sleeveless T-shirt. Black running pants with three white stripes down the sides. Black tennis shoes,” I said breathlessly into the phone. I left out all the good bits. Like the scowl he was wearing. It was perpetual. I’d never seen the man smile in the month he’d been living next door to me and for some reason that made me all the hotter for him. He owned that scowl. He freaking rocked it. His jaw was square and clean-shaven. His mouth flat. He was a giant of a man. Well over six feet. His chest was wide, his arms thick and imposing. Dog tags jangled from a silver necklace around his neck, letting me know he was military of some sort. I’d never seen his eyes, but I knew they were going to be stunning. Everything about him was. Not even the slight limp in his gait as he made his way across the street took away from his godlike beauty. I could’ve eaten him with a spoon.
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