Title: The Heart of Him
Author: Katie Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2018
Sixteen months ago, Cassidy Porter lost the love of her life.
Every day since has been a battle to carry on, but despite what her mother and sister say, she’s making progress—or is she?
When she receives an invitation to attend a banquet in honor of the organ donors and their recipients, she has every reason to guard what remains of her shattered heart.
Maybe this will be the closure she needs to finally mend its pieces.
For the last twenty-eight years, Samuel Copeland has been afraid to live.
Diagnosed with a genetic heart condition, he knows better than anyone that second chances don’t come along often. Since his transplant, he spends his days in the local coffee shop, watching and observing, trying to make sense of all he’s been given.
Grateful doesn’t begin to describe it.
When the opportunity to meet the person who was closest to his selfless donor presents itself—a chance to say thank you for saving him—he takes it.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Brought together by fate—or perhaps, something else entirely—the two form an unexpected bond, one that has them both asking: can two hearts be destined only to beat for each other?
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Praise for The Heart of Him:
“Powerful and heartfelt emotion” - Britt Franks (Red Hatter Book Blog)
“So much more than hope. I loved this book whole heartedly!” - Amy Loves Reading Blog
“Simply beautiful” - Tania’s Book Blog
About the Author:
Katie Fox was born in Florida and raised in Pennsylvania, where she still resides with her gamer husband and four-year-old son. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she is a sucker for a good love story. When she isn't found spending time with her family, she typically has her nose buried in a book or is in her writing cave, giving life to the voices in her head. Since a very young age, writing has been her passion. Her works include, Moment of Weakness, World of Darkness, as well as her co-written titles, Whispers From The East and Beauty of a Monster.
Social Media Links:
Facebook Author Page: www.facebook.com/authorkatiefox
Facebook Reader Group: www.facebook.com/groups/katiesfoxyreaders
Excusing himself to the restroom, Bob stood from the table and disappeared.
I pulled in a shallow breath at the momentary reprieve, my hand coming up and sliding across my breast bone as if it would magically release the pressure sitting there, and something caused my eyes to shift. I glanced over at the door, watching as a woman entered the hall.
Could this be? No. No way. She’s too…
What? What the hell was she?
Looking hesitant—her hand clenched around the strap of her purse—she padded over to the registration table. Natalie greeted her in much the same way she’d greeted me, and as she pointed in my direction, my gut somersaulted.
My muscles tensed.
A small, authoritative voice ordered me to look away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Brown hair, a few shades lighter than black, framed the gentle curves of her face, resting on her shoulders and along her back. Equally dark lashes blinked in what I assumed was nervousness as warm chocolate eyes peered into the distance.
I swallowed the sudden lump of “oh fuck” in my throat as she walked straight toward table number four and forced my gaze away from her.
My heart beat like a drum, my leg and knee twitching as my pulse sped up beneath my skin.
God, please don’t let this be her. Please don’t let this be her.
I focused my attention on my empty plate, concentrating all my thoughts on anything but this girl, this woman, who continued to carefully maneuver her petite frame around the scattered tables. It wasn’t until I smelled the sweet combination of vanilla and sugar that I sensed she was right beside me, and I gingerly turned my head to look at her, eager to catch another glimpse.
Jesus, she was beautiful.
In the direct glow of the light, her fair complexion resembled that of a porcelain doll, and the absence of any heavy makeup confirmed her age wasn’t far from my own. There was something almost delicate about her, as if she were splintered glass on the verge of breaking, and for reasons I couldn't fathom or explain, I had this unusual urge to be the one to keep her together, to prevent her from falling completely apart.