Beautiful Hearts Duet Book 1
By Emma Scott
I fell for Connor Drake. I
didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With
his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul
that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its
cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and
flow.
I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.
But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.
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I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.
But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.
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Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of
unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the
classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in
the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the
Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle
#confusedhearts #notamenage
My review: 5+ Poetic Stars
Emma Scott never fails me- she's at the top of my one-click author list and her writing is absolute perfection, rolling together emotion, beauty, and angst all in one package you just can't put down. I read Bring Down the Stars in one day, unable to find the strength to put it down to take care of things that did need to be attended to. But it was so worth it- what an amazing story! I'm not typically a fan of love triangles, but this really isn't a typical triangle, and all three characters are so well done and so well developed you really aren't sure who you are rooting for.
"I'm telling you, Wes, if you and I merged into one person, we'd be Autumn's perfect guy."
As I got to about 75% of the book, I was torn between wanting to speed read to get to the end and find out what happens, and wanting to read oh-so-slowly as to savor every single word, even though I knew it would end in a heart-breaking cliffhanger. The journey was magnificent, as all Emma Scott's works are. I will wait impatiently for the conclusion to the story. Bring Down the Stars is a must-read!
EXCERPT
"I'm telling you, Wes, if you and I merged into one person, we'd be Autumn's perfect guy."
As I got to about 75% of the book, I was torn between wanting to speed read to get to the end and find out what happens, and wanting to read oh-so-slowly as to savor every single word, even though I knew it would end in a heart-breaking cliffhanger. The journey was magnificent, as all Emma Scott's works are. I will wait impatiently for the conclusion to the story. Bring Down the Stars is a must-read!
EXCERPT
Later
that night, Connor lay sprawled on the couch with SportsCenter blaring,
scrolling his phone. I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my pen against an
empty page in my notebook and contemplating running as my Object of Devotion. I
couldn’t muster the blood and guts to put it to paper. I liked running. It
served a purpose, but did I want to make it my life?
“Oh
s$%t,” Connor cried from behind me.
“What
is it?”
“I
accidentally texted her.”
“Who?”
I said, knowing damn well who.
“Autumn.
I was f$%&ing messing around and I hit that stupid predictive text thing, then
panicked and hit send.”
“So
what?”
“I
don’t text or call a girl until at least
three days have passed.”
I
set down my pen and turned around. “Are you serious?”
“Of
course I’m serious. It looks desperate to text her the same day.”
I
hid a smile. “What did you text?”
“Just
‘yes’.” His eyes widened. “S%&t. She’s texting me back.”
Connor
jumped up from the couch and came to where I sat, standing next to my chair as
we both watched his phone.
Yes…? J
Connor
typed, Hey.
I
smirked. “Really?”
“Yeah,
so?”
A
pause, then a new text bubbled up.
What’s up?
“Now
she’s annoyed,” I said. “Or impatient.”
Connor
looked to me. “What do I say?”
“Why
are you asking me?”
“You’re
good at this shit. How many papers did you write for me at Sinclair?”
“This
is not the same thing.”
“Ballpark.”
Connor made a face. “Dude, she’s waiting.”
I
frowned, thought for a moment. “Tell her the truth.”
“Hell
no—”
“Tell
her the truth but make it better. Tell her you were messing with your phone
while thinking about her. Tell her that you wanted to talk to her so badly,
your subconscious made it happen.”
“Oh,
that’s good.”
Connor’s
fingers flew, and then he hit send.
There
was a pause and no answer.
Connor
frowned. “What’s this mean?”
“It’s
good. I mean she’s thinking about what you said.”
The
rolling dots of Autumn’s reply came in.
The old ‘accidental text’ move? I feel like
I’ve seen that before…;-)
“She’s
not letting you off the hook so easily,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Don’t
deny. Tell her she’s one hundred percent right. You’ll make any excuse to talk
to her.”
“That’s
perfect, man.”
Connor
typed and hit send.
I like your honesty, came
the reply.
“Hey,
it’s working.” Connor beamed. “Now what?”
It
was working, and I didn’t like what it was.
“I
don’t know, man,” I said, waving a hand. “Type something. Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I
want her to go out with me.”
“Then
ask.”
With
a horrible fascination, I watched Connor type, So, dinner?
“Jesus,
dude,” I said.
“What?
That’s exactly what you told me to do.”
“Not
like that,” I said. “I told you she needs romance.”
I don’t know, she wrote. I have so much work to do already.
“F$%&,”
Connor said. He nudged me with his phone. “Wes, man, you do it.”
I
blinked. “Do what now?”
“Ask
her out for me. The right way.”
I
stared.
“Look,
this girl is special. I’m not too proud to admit I need back-up getting things
rolling with her.” He grinned that winning smile. “C’mon. Just this once.”
“But…”
Connor
shoved his phone into my hand. “Come on, man. Do what you do. Write something
witty and poetic. Something that’ll impress her enough to get me another text.
Another…anything.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Write something that knocks
her on her ass and gets me in the door. That’s all I ask.”
I looked at Connor's phone in my hand and
Autumn Caldwell’s text, waiting for an answer. I felt my best friend’s
expectations literally breathing down my neck as he leaned over me.
Ignoring the small ache in my heart, I thought
about what I would’ve said to Autumn had it been my phone in my hand, and began
to type.
Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.
