Secondhand Hearts by Yvonne Wilson ~Blog Tour w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

Title: Secondhand Hearts
Author: Yvonne Wilson
Genre: Adult, Second Chance Romance
Published: February 2, 2016

One shot and she was gone forever.
One moment.
One decision.
I was no longer living.
Fading.
Dying.
My past and my present were stolen.
Lost.
Misled.
My heart was broken that day.
Damaged.
Shattered.
But Secondhand Hearts can be mended.
Treasured.
Loved.
Forgiven. 

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Kindle eARC
Reviewed by Stephanie

I really didn’t know what to expect going into this book but what I got was a very well written, highly emotional, sometimes overwhelmingly heavy second chance story. A story of two people who experienced such life altering losses in their lives that the burden they carry is almost suffocating. I feel like I do have to say they there are some very touchy subjects in this book they can be triggers. The first couple pages of this book were very hard to read but as the story goes on you really connect with the characters and want them to have a second chance at life, at love.

Kessler was happy, he had the love of his life and a great job. He was thinking things couldn’t possibly be better until one afternoon when one shot changed everything.

“She was an unexpected blip on my map of life that gave me direction and set me on coarse.”

Now he was just a shell of the man he once was, trying to make sense of what happened. The sadness and overwhelming guilt he feels is slowly killing him. His heart shattered into a million pieces and his life as he knew it is over. Not being able to handle the scattered remains of his life before that tragic day he finds a new job at a local gym. He chooses to speak to no one and basically lives his life in solitude. The sadness and despair he feels bleeds off the pages throughout this whole story and I can almost see him walking with his eyes down cast and shoulders hunched in while he carries the weight of his burdens. My heart broke for him so many times.

“There’s a saying that time heals all wounds. But what if the wound is too big? The gaping hole in my heart is too great for time, repelling it, taunting it to try. I don’t have a damaged heart or a broken heart. I have an unsalvageable heart.”

If anyone knows that guilt can break you it’s Tavyn. A split second decision ruined her once care free life. Now she carries the heavy load of a broken heart. Careful to never let anyone close again besides her best friend. What she didn’t expect is to one day see Kessler in the gym she goes to. She is drawn to him right away, she knows pain and sees that he is hiding something. He won’t look at her or anyone for that matter. But it’s like there is an invisible line bringing her to him and she tries to get beyond the wall he has put up.

“You think you’ve been hiding from me, never wanting to look me in the eyes and avoiding any real conversations? Well, I see you, Kessler! I. Fucking. SEE.YOU!”

This story is about a second chance for two people who feel like they in no way deserve one. It’s filled with anguish and heartache. But also has hope and love. It’s for sure not an easy read, but is well worth it.

“Even secondhand hearts can be mended and brought back to life.”

Stephanie

 

 

Secondhand Hearts Excerpt #2 © Yvonne Wilson 2016

 

~Kessler

My lips are dry, so I drain the last few drops of Monster into my mouth. Using my tongue to coat my lips in that syrupy mixture of energy in a can, I feel Jai’s feathery brush of her lips against mine. Like fresh strawberries, plump and sweet. Closing my eyes, I reach out for her

And then as fast as it came, it’s gone. The vision is no longer there. My body, my mind, emotions, everything is in an ugly tug of war.

Memories: 1 Me: 0

I’m so fucking afraid. I’ve lost more of those moments, and there’s no way I can lose these memories too. But those memories remind me that Jai’s gone, allowing the darkest and blackest memory to wrap its unforgiving fingers around my heart. They squeeze so hard that I think I might bleed out. And when I relinquish control and accept their grasp’s bidding, they release me, clapping and cheering with the hostile irony they’ve created just for me.

My cheek against the cold concrete pulls me back to my reality, and I laugh. From exhaustion, from disbelief…

I don’t know.

Sweat from my workout coats my body and soaks into my clothes, creating a chill against my damp skin, so I’ll stay awake and I continue to laugh hysterically. My legs curl up to my chest and I’m on my side staring at a mark on the floor made by someone’s shoe. This makes me laugh harder.

Tears begin to fall from my tired eyes, so I swipe them away with one hand, trying to get them to stop, but more tumble out. They keep coming until it is one stream of salty liquid and I don’t want them to stop anymore.

I wonder how long I can cry before the tears cease to fall? Can I cry myself to death?

My sounds are odd and strangled, getting louder and louder. I hope Jaina can see me here. That she sees what she has reduced me to and how pathetic I am.

“BITCH! Can you hear me? Is this what you wanted? You win. Fuck you. Let’s play a different game now.” I’ve got my two middle fingers waving in the air in a lame attempt to send her a signal of surrender or maybe it’s to say “Fuck You.” Either way it’s not what I really feel or really want her to know. “I love you, baby. Come back and take me with you. Do you hear me? I said I fucking love you, but I hate you more.”

I don’t though.

I don’t hate her.

I can’t hate her.

Yvonne Wilson is a teacher by day, working at the elementary level in the resource and learning assistance areas. Her writing is fit into any time possible between taking her three kids to their various sports and activities. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest of British Columbia, and will often be found curled up with a good book or watching a crime drama. Yvonne has a love for running shoes even though she doesn’t run, but they sure make an outfit look super cute. She loves guacamole and will eat that by itself or on almost anything. Ice cream ranks pretty high too.

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