With This Heart by R.S. Grey
Release Date: March 27, 2014
New Adult Romance
Synopsis
If someone had told me a year ago that I
was about to fall in love, go on an epic road trip, ride a Triceratops, sing on
a bar, and lose my virginity, I would have assumed they were on drugs.
Well, that is, until I met Beckham.
Beck was mostly to blame for my
recklessness. Gorgeous, clever, undeniably charming Beck barreled into my life
as if it were his mission to make sure I never took living for granted. He
showed me that there were no boundaries, rules were for the spineless, and a
kiss was supposed to happen when I least expected.
Beck was the plot twist that took me by
surprise. Two months before I met him, death was knocking at my door. I’d all
but given up my last scrap of hope when suddenly, I was given a second chance
at life. This time around, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.
We set out on a road trip with nothing to
lose and no guarantees of tomorrow.
Our road trip was about young, reckless
love. The kind of love that burns bright.
The kind of love that no road-map could
bring me back from.
**Recommended for ages 17+ due to language
and sexual situations.**
Excerpt
"I grabbed my first bag and opened my
front door to find Beck standing a few feet outside. I took in his messy brown
hair, white t-shirt, and dark jeans. Why did a white t-shirt look so good on
him? Maybe because it was fitted enough to show off his toned body without
being obnoxiously tight? I wasn’t quite sure.
He didn’t say anything at first. His hazel
eyes scanned down my body, lingering a moment longer on my bare legs, and then
he looked back up at me with a wide, perfectly straight smile.
“Is that all you’re bringing?” he asked,
pointing at the smallest of my three bags.
“Hah! Yeah right, I have like ten times
more stuff.”
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes on
me playfully. “I like a girl with baggage, Abby Mae. Keeps things interesting.”
His comment was too much; it stripped away
my normal sarcastic responses. I was left with nothing but the bag in my hand,
so I tossed it at him. He had to think fast and catch it before it fell to the
ground at his feet.
“Good. Help me load it up then,” I smirked,
and then turned to collect the rest of my stuff.
“Don’t forget to go to the bathroom! We
aren’t stopping until we’re out of hell!” he called behind me.
“You mean Dallas?” I asked over my
shoulder.
“Exactly!”
******
I was sitting in the passenger seat in
Beck’s old, yellow VW Camper. It had been renovated recently, so the inside was
all new leather, but it still had a lot of the classic details.
Our stuff fit easily in the back and he
wasn’t kidding about there being space to sleep. We’d have to be really close,
but there was definitely room. My face reddened at the thought.
I wedged the urn between my feet so that it
wouldn’t tip over, and then buckled my seat belt. When I looked up, Beck was
watching me with a bemused smile. My hand instinctively slid over my side braid
and my face. I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head, but his grin never
faltered. “Nothing. Just trying to remember this moment.”
I furrowed my brows in wonder and tilted my
head. The sun shone through the windshield of the Camper, highlighting the
green details in his eyes. Beck wasn’t movie-star good-looking; he was boy-next-door
good-looking— the kind of guy that might not know the full extent of his effect
on the female population.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because our lives will never be the same.”
A small dimple formed on the corner of his
mouth before he turned toward the steering wheel and pulled out of my apartment
complex.
That dimple was the first thing I told
myself to remember about the road trip.
Just as we turned onto the entrance for the
highway, I peered over at Beck. “Just so you know, my faith in humanity is
dangling by a few threads. If you murder me, I’ll pretty much lose all hope.”
I couldn’t keep the hint of a smile from my
lips.
He nodded. “And if you murder me?”
I shrugged. “That would just be a good plot
twist.”
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Review
What can I say about this book? Wow! Just … wow!
I love how this book starts with Abby in a … Do I give it away or entice you to go and
read it?! I say go read it! Beck follows her into the shop and their story
starts. No leading in with exposition, no back story before the main characters
meet. Nope. This launches straight into them meeting and I love it!
Abby is nineteen and Beck is twenty-one. Although I’m waaay
past this age group as a reader, it didn’t stop my enjoyment of it. I think
that I would’ve loved to have read this book if I’d been reading more around
that age (and this was published of course!) I think I missed out on a lot of
great books by: a) not reading for ten years once I hit adulthood, and b) because there wasn’t this fantastic genre called New Adult (or even Young
Adult) back then. Yay for authors recognising a need for books for the
teens-becoming-adults reader range.
I was surprised within myself that I was able to ‘see’ this
as I read. I’m not always good at having a movie-like view going on in my head,
it takes a great book to be able to do that for me and this is one of them.
Perhaps not a vivid view, but deep within my head, I could see Abby and Beck
going through everything, feel Abby’s emotions of loss and pain (and yes, I
used many tissues) and the excitement of trying new things. I’m so happy she
had the guts to try the things she did and to grab life by the horns.
This may not be a ‘standard’ reviewing of a book, but I’m
not going to rehash the entire plot for you. I love where their road trip takes
them and I love their journey overall. I laughed, I cried, I felt their pain
and their joy (and I ran out of tissues). R.S. Grey successfully made me feel along with the characters and
I was sorry to see the book end. However, in saying that, I really liked how it
did end and her ‘grand gesture’ for Beck.
Beautifully written with well-formed story and characters.
Thumbs up for R.S. Grey’s With this Heart.
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“Shit,” I mumble to myself when I spy the
pink vibrator, glaring proof of my non-existent sex life now on public
display. “God damn it,” I utter again, shaking my head and scrambling to
grab it, when I notice a pair of beautiful, masculine hands scooping up my
belongings. Completely mortified, my cheeks flush a deep red, and I’m
silently praying he hasn’t spotted my favorite sex toy.
