An Imperfect Heart, an all-new second chance romance from Amie Knight, is available NOW!
The heart is exquisite.
You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.
When you’re lost in the world? Follow your heart.
When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart.
As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate.
The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away.
And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job.
She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child.
It should have been business as usual.
I was a doctor.
Her child the patient.
But Kelly was more.
She was the one who got away.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
It didn’t matter what the rules were.
For once, I was listening to my heart.
Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Hope-filled Stars
Kelly gets her own book! There was a little nugget dropped in A Steel Heart about Miranda and Ainsley’s friend, musician Kelly, hooking up with their childhood friend, Anthony, but then he kicked her to the curb. Now, in An Imperfect Heart, we get their whole story!
Kelly’s pregnant, but her casual-sex bandmate wants nothing to do with the pregnancy. Finding a purpose in her life for maybe the first time, Kelly leaves the road — especially after she learns that her unborn child has a heart defect. And of course, the leading pediatric cardiologist in the area is her one-night-stand, Anthony! So Kelly sets off to seek him out, despite the fact that he tossed her to the curb without any real reason after they shared an amazing night together ten years ago.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Anthony. If Kelly’s sudden reappearance in his life was making him feel the way that he was — he’s never gotten over her, he’s a workaholic who thinks of her as the one who got away — then why did he push her aside in the first place all those years ago? It’s not like he didn’t know how to get in touch with her since they have mutual friends.
It takes a while before Anthony’s reasons come to light. And even before that happens, he has a freak-out and ghosts her again. When she confronted him after his disappearing act, I wished Kelly had demanded answers from him regarding their night ten years ago. That was the only unsettling plot point for me.
This story was nicely paced, and I really got to know these two people and what they felt for one another. And how they began to depend on one another. They had fallen in love long before they shared their second first kiss. There is no other-lover angst in this story, but still plenty of drama because of the nature of baby Hope’s illness. I love the cackling “moms” and the way this hodge-podge family comes together to support one another. But most of all, I love the HEA we see in the epilogue. Hope and Faith are the greatest gifts.
I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review for Sunny Shelly Reads book blog.
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Excerpt:
“Jesus. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He ran a large hand from the spot right in the middle of my shoulder blades past the small of my back before landing on my ass where he squeezed hard enough to make me giggle.
“Less talking, more petting, Doctor,” I said through laughter.
“Not a doctor. Yet.” His voice was cocky, and it made me hot. “Still a ways to go before that happens.”
I could hear the smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see his face. I was lying on my stomach on top of his white plush down comforter naked as the day I was born. And not shy about it at all. He’d just laid his mouth, his tongue, his hands over every inch of this body several times and he’d seemed to enjoy every second of it.
I looked out the small window next to his bed while he was propped up on one hand beside me and using the other to rub every available surface of skin on my body he could find. It was phenomenal. I wanted to purr like a damn cat, but instead I stretched out further along his bed.
“I can’t believe you came home with me tonight,” he husked out.
I couldn’t believe it either. I wasn’t the type of girl who did one-night stands. I didn’t really have boyfriends, either. I was married to the music. Anthony Jackson wasn’t even really my type per se. I liked moody guys with tattoos and piercings. Boys with darker eyes and even darker souls. I was a walking cliché, but I liked the tortured musician types. After all, we were kindred spirits. Me and my hard, banging drums, them with their soft guitar riffs and raspy lyrical voices.
I rolled to my back and gazed up at Anthony. He waggled an eyebrow at me, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. He may not have been my type, but I was positive there wasn’t a girl out there who’d turn him down. Vivid and inquisitive green eyes stared down at me and God, I wanted him all over again.
And I’d had him plenty that night. We’d met at the club only hours ago. I was visiting my friend Ainsley in Columbia, South Carolina, and we’d run into Anthony and his college friends at a nightclub. Ainsley introduced him as an old friend. He’d come on strong. I’d come on even stronger. Hardly any alcohol in my system and yet I’d let him drag me back to his small apartment, between my legs aching with want. We’d barely made it through the door when he picked me up and placed me on the entry table and pushed his massive body between my thighs. Slick skin, hot hands, wet mouths. And the rest was history. Or maybe not.
No, Anthony Jackson wasn’t my type. He was everygirl’s type.
Chiseled to perfection face.
Wide smile complete with full pink lips and deep dimples.
Square jaw that somehow managed to be both soft and hard.
Blond hair that was so thick and shiny I wanted to ask him what shampoo he used.
Not a tattoo or piercing marred the bronzed skin of his muscular body.
For fuck’s sake, even the man’s cock was pure perfection. Thick and long and cut just as beautifully as the rest of him.
He was surprised I’d come home with him. I couldn’t believe it, either. I realized in that moment, him over me. Me under him. The sweat still glistening on our bodies. His ruggedly handsome good looks beaming down at me like the sun on a bright day. For the first time in my life, I’d had a man. An actual real man. Not boys playing men. No, Anthony was all fucking masculine beauty and he’d picked me at the bar. I was one lucky girl.
About the Author:
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
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