I’m getting more and more excited over the release of This Heart of Mine on Feb. 27th. . I can’t wait to share this book with you. So read on, because I have a new excerpt from This Heart of Mine for you.
In This Heart of Mine, Leah and you will learn:
- Best friends are always there for you—no matter what.
- Sometimes you have to follow your heart, even if it wasn’t always yours.
- Don’t be afraid to take a chance. Win or lose. That’s what life is, a bunch of chances.
- Figure out who you are and what you want. Then go do it. Do it large.
- You need to be whoever you are and not worry about what others might think.
Seventeen-year-old Leah MacKenzie is heartless. An artificial heart in a backpack is keeping her alive. However, this route only offers her a few years. And with her rare blood type, a transplant isn’t likely. Living like you are dying isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But when a heart becomes available, she’s given a second chance at life. Except Leah discovers who the donor was — a boy from her school — and they’re saying he killed himself. Plagued with dreams since the transplant, she realizes she may hold the clues to what really happened.
Matt refuses to believe his twin killed himself. When Leah seeks him out, he learns they are both having similar dreams and he’s certain it means something. While unraveling the secrets of his brother’s final moments, Leah and Matt find each other, and a love they are terrified to lose. But life and even new hearts don’t come with guarantees. Who knew living, took more courage than dying?
Excerpt from This Heart of Mine
From the second Matt touches me, my fear becomes manageable. It’s as if something inside me says, Don’t worry, this is Matt.
I swallow. I can still feel his finger against my lip. Like when he kissed me, I long to memorize the feeling.
I look at him knowing I just need to get this out. But how?
Then I look into his eyes again and just say it. “When I woke up from the transplant, I started having dreams. The doctors say it’s a side effect from my medication, but . . . I think they might have something to do with Eric.”
His eyes widen. His jaw drops. I hear him inhale . . . then exhale.
He releases my hand and scrubs his palm over his face.
My fear comes tumbling back so fast I want to get out of the car. Run away. Be alone.
“I know how it sounds, but I swear, it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“I’m not lying.”
“I know.” He touches my hand again. “Eric’s running in the woods, isn’t he? He has a gun?”
Now it’s my turn to be shocked. “How do you know?”
“Because I’m getting the same dreams. I woke up that Sunday night he was shot with the dream. My right temple was throbbing. I know how it looks. Everyone thinks he committed suicide and that I’m in denial, but I’m not. Eric didn’t kill himself. Someone did this to him.”
I absorb what he says, but my mental sponge is so dry it takes a minute.
“I believe you. In the dream, I hear a voice. A man’s voice. He seems angry.”
Matt’s eyes widen. “What does he say? Who is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s distant, and I can’t make it out.”
“Will you tell this to Detective Henderson? Maybe he’d believe me.” His eyes light up with hope, and until then I didn’t realize how sad his eyes were.
Then the consequences of doing what he asks flash through my mind. What will my parents say? I haven’t told them. I haven’t even told my best friend.
“I . . . Won’t he just think I’m crazy? Have you told him about your dreams?”
The hope in his eyes fades. I remember I’m alive because Eric’s dead. “I’ll do it.” I blurt out.
“No. You’re right. I haven’t told him about my dreams because . . . He’s not going to believe it.”
He looks out the window as if collecting his thoughts. Then he focuses back on me. “Is it freaking you out?”
It is. “No.” I really pass my lie quota for the day. “What about you? You’re seeing it too.”
“Yeah, but we’re twins. We have a special . . . Had . . . Damn it!” He hits the steering wheel. “Someone murdered my brother. Everyone thinks he killed himself. And I don’t know how to prove he didn’t.”
He keeps mixing up his tenses, some are present as if Eric is alive, some aren’t.
I did that with my grandma.
Matt hasn’t accepted his brother’s death. I want to console him, hug him? Is it even my place?
“Maybe the dreams give us something more.” I’ve been praying the dreams would go away. Not now.
“More?” he asks.
I swallow. “Yeah. Like I didn’t see the gun at first. That came later. Maybe we’ll see other stuff.”
Matt passes a hand over his face as if trying to wipe away the hurt and grief.
“All I see is he’s running and carrying a gun—he’s in different parts of woods.” His voice catches. “He’s so scared. I think he knows he’s going to die.” The pain in Matt’s eyes is so raw that it bleeds onto me. I feel it. The stickiness on my skin. The stain of it on my soul. “I’m sorry.”
The winner of last week’s giveaway of an ARC of This Heart of Mine is Therese Chaumont. Congratulations! Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your postal address.