A Steel Heart, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from Amie Knight is LIVE!
A Steel Heart by Amie Knight
Publishing Date: November 9th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Five seconds.
A deafening blast. Pain. Silence.
That was all it took for an IED to end my life as I knew it. The man I was shattered in a hard wave of sound and debris that rained down on me like death itself.
And six months later, after waking up to an inescapable hell, I found myself wishing that death had found me.
Until her.
Miranda Jacobs swept into my life like a cool breeze on a smoldering day.
With her smart mouth and her ridiculous jokes, she brought me back to life one minute at a time.
Turned out time wasn’t on our side.
Five seconds.
Screams. Twisted metal. Silence.
And I’d lost it all again—only this time, I had no one to blame but myself.
My review: 5 stars!
One of the things I love about Amie Knight is that she can encompass so many feelings and emotions in her books- she can write witty dialog, touching emotional situations, and passion too! A Steel Heart had all of this and more. I loved how quirky Miranda was- after meeting her in See Through Heart I knew she was a character I wanted to get to know better. (Please note that A Steel Heart can definitely read as a standalone.) I enjoyed her profession so much- she's a romance novel editor! So perfect! Holden's story was captivating and had me gripped. Their meeting and interactions were so well-written. I was glad this was written in dual POV because both characters were so interesting and well-developed. A must read!
Excerpt:
“What are you doing today?” my friend
Ainsley asked through the cell phone that was pressed to my ear with my
shoulder. My hands were busy holding open a piece of the blinds so I could look
out the front window.
I gave her a distracted answer. “You know, the usual. Edits and
whatnot.” I tilted my head to the side to get a better view out the window and
almost dropped the phone. Holy hotness.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Like what?”
“Distracted.” Ainsley sucked in a breath. “Oh
my God. It’s nine a.m. Are you neighbor stalking again?”
I snapped the blinds closed and backed away from the window. “No. Of
course not. Why would I do that?”
“You told me you weren’t going to do that anymore.”
I thought we’d already established I was a
liar.
I stepped back toward the window because I couldn’t help myself,
obviously a glutton for freaking punishment. But this was the only time of day
I saw him besides when he left in his big, black truck at three in the
afternoon on the dot, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. I cradled the phone
with my shoulder again, pushed the blinds apart with my hands, and pressed my
face to the windowpane like the creepy stalker I was. And there he was. Every
gorgeous inch of him.
He walked toward my building from across the busy downtown street like a
tall glass of water on a hot day. All swagger and supreme male beauty. The kind
of beauty that made a girl’s breath catch and heart pitter-patter. He pushed
his dark hair off his tan forehead and the big muscles in his arms bunched.
Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I may
have whispered, “Christ on a cracker.” I didn’t know his name, but I knew his
schedule like the back of my hand. That wasn’t weird at all.
“You’re a terrible liar.” She giggled. “What’s he wearing today?”
I barely heard Ainsley. Every morning when
I watched this man walk down the street and toward our building, it was like
just he and I existed. Slow motion. Our own sexy theme music. Nameless,
ridiculously hot man and Miranda. He didn’t know it, but there was a world of
our own and it was the absolute best part of my day.
“Sunglasses. White, tight,
sleeveless T-shirt. Black running pants with three white stripes down the
sides. Black tennis shoes,” I said breathlessly into the phone. I left out all
the good bits. Like the scowl he was wearing. It was perpetual. I’d never seen
the man smile in the month he’d been living next door to me and for some reason
that made me all the hotter for him. He owned that scowl. He freaking rocked
it. His jaw was square and clean-shaven. His mouth flat. He was a giant of a
man. Well over six feet. His chest was wide, his arms thick and imposing. Dog
tags jangled from a silver necklace around his neck, letting me know he was military
of some sort. I’d never seen his eyes, but I knew they were going to be
stunning. Everything about him was. Not even the slight limp in his gait as he
made his way across the street took away from his godlike beauty. I could’ve
eaten him with a spoon.
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About Amie Knight:
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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