HEART BREAKER
Break on Through, #2
(July 28, 2015, Samhain Publishing)
Love wasn’t in the script…
Break on Through, Book 2
Former man-eater Samantha Lockhart has been an actress long enough to be able to spot a smooth-talking player a mile away. Dark-haired, bourbon-eyed, a wicked smile…Kyle Masterson is one of the best.
From his bad-boy motorcycle boots to his good-ole-boy Southern drawl, everything about Kyle screams sex appeal. But after a tragedy hits close to home, Sam tries to convince herself she’s done with players on and off the stage.
Kyle, a V-twin-riding divorce attorney, has witnessed enough horror stories of love gone wrong to know that while women are welcome in his bed, they’re definitely not in his future. But once the petite, mercurial redhead catches his eye, he can’t think of anything—or anyone—else.
Sam’s trust doesn’t come easy, but the more time they spend together, the deeper they both fall. Yet just as they’re breaking through each other’s barriers, someone who doesn’t like being upstaged makes a deadly play of his own. And if Sam refuses, she may not be able to breathe a word to anyone…ever.
Warning: Contains a small-town thespian who isn’t easily fooled and a lawyer with a weakness for V-twin engines and sassy redheads.
“I’m Officer… This is Dr…. Head-on collision… Surprised they arrived at hospital alive… Massive head trauma… Broken neck… Collapsed lungs… Both died during surgery, within minutes of the other… So. Very. Sorry.”
I was twenty-seven years old and I knew I had been sheltered. Not the kind of sheltered meaning I hadn’t traveled or hadn’t learned life isn’t always fair. I had my heart broken by my first love, cried when we had our dog put to sleep, and was beside myself when I lost acting parts I wanted more than anything.
But I also recalled how, in the middle of a scene in acting class, my mentors would ask me to dig deep, to excavate a moment in my life when the wave of grief had hit me hard and use that to convey a particularly important arc in a scene. I did what I had to do. I was an actor who did my work, so others rarely noticed that the raw grief I portrayed was mostly borrowed from others.
But I knew… I knew I had been sheltered by my loving home life and friends I’d known since birth. I knew I had been lucky, that the only funerals I ever attended were for grandparents who had died old, happy and peacefully in their sleep. I didn’t have classmates who had overdosed or former sorority sisters die fighting cancer.
At least I had known that. Because, sure enough, death came to me then, in that fluorescent white-lit hospital lobby. He came to me, placing one hand gently on my shoulder to comfort me while the other one swept my legs right out from under me.
Just like that, my life had irrevocably changed. I was free-floating in a weightless ether, where time and sound and feeling had ceased.
I was numb. I was breathing the air of Purgatory, without lungs.
Without oxygen.
And finally, I understood, in my blood, threaded through my skin, both the fullness and emptiness of grief. Within that space, that was where I now lived; a soundless scream.
Vik’s REVIEW
A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,
The mind of a pragmatist,
And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF…
Born in California and raised in South Florida, I’ve moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I’ve worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I am tickled pink with glitter over this good piece of fortune.
What else? Hmm…I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it’s slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds),and making those close to me laugh ’til they snort. I’m a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil’ town, Vienna, Virginia. I totally love hearing from readers so stalk me via social media or email me at HarperKincaid26@gmail.com!
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