Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Blitz: Heart Shaped Rock by Laura Roppe

Heart Shaped Rock

Release Date: May 2014

Summary from Goodreads:

“If you liked the music
collaboration of Maybe Someday, you’ve got to check out Heart Shaped Rock.” —
New York Times best-selling author of Maybe Someday, Colleen Hoover

Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately
capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl
caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there’s
Dean…you'll just have to read the book, ‘cause I can't do him justice in a few
short sentences.” –Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling
author of Falling into You

Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old
singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since
her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of
anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally
intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising
rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the
seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart
Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all
its forms.

Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All
music available on iTunes.

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A log in the bonfire falls, and the entire fire crackles and pops and sizzles. A wave of thick smoke envelops me for just a moment with the shifting of the breeze. I begin to cough and wave the air with my hands to clear a clean patch to breathe.
“Looks like you’ve picked a dangerous spot,” a voice says. I turn, expecting Jared. But it’s not Jared. It’s some guy I don’t know.
Wow, yet another Casanova. Do I have “please talk to me” stamped on my forehead? What’s going on tonight?
I don’t reply to his pick-up line. I mean it’s pretty lame.
“Is this seat taken?” he asks, motioning to the sand next to me.
I shrug.
His voice seems really familiar to me. But I can’t place it.
He looks to the fire for a moment, and the flames dance across his face. Wow, he has the most alluring collection of features I’ve ever seen. Well, in person, anyway. I’ve seen movie stars and rock stars rival this guy, but I’ve never seen such perfection up close. He truly is a work of art. His hair is dark. His cheekbones are high. His nose is sculpted. His lips are . . . wow.
“I’m Dean,” he says, extending his hand.
I put my hand in his and immediately feel a current of electricity jolt through my body. I jerk my hand away.
“I’m Shaynee,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “I recently learned I’m supposed to say my name when someone says theirs. So, there, I did it. I said my name. It’s Shaynee.” Oh God, I’m rambling.
He laughs a masculine, guttural laugh.
I freeze. I know that laugh. Oh my God. I look down at his clothes. Jeans. Combat boots. He’s not wearing the leather jacket, but . . .
Another plume of smoke from the bonfire hits and envelops us. Again, I cough ferociously. But he isn’t coughing at all.
When the smoke clears, he lets out his breath. “You’re a bonfire rookie, Shaynee.”
When he says my name, my stomach flips over and that electricity from our handshake bounces throughout my body.
He turns to look at me, flashing a wicked grin, and I finally see those startling blue eyes in the flickering light confirming what I already know. Motorcycle Boy.
“When you see smoke coming,” he says, “you gotta hold your breath ‘til it passes.”
“Or, hey,” I say, “here’s an idea—we could just move back a bit.”
“What, and sacrifice warmth?” He grins.
“It is a bit of a Sophie’s Choice, isn’t it?”
Dean laughs like he actually understands my movie reference.
Gah, is it super-duper hot out here tonight? Am I sitting way too close to the fire? Is my hair burning? “Actually, holding my breath is my superpower,” I blurt. “I can hold my breath all day long.” God, I sound like such a dork.
“Well, that’s a handy superpower. You could totally team up with Aquaman and fight underwater crime and stuff.” He shoots me a crooked smile. “And make some really beautiful tadpoles.”
I can’t take it anymore. I have to call a spade a spade. “You’re the guy on the motorcycle.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Motorcycle Boy.”
“Yes, I am. And you’re the girl with the walkie-talkie. Walkie-Talkie Girl.” He laughs.


About the Author
Laura Roppé is an
award-winning singer/songwriter, author, audio book narrator, speaker, and
former attorney from San Diego, California. In 2011, Billboard Magazine ranked
her as Number Three on its chart of the Top 50 "uncharted" artists in
the world. In May 2013, Laura began hosting Amazon's weekly podcast,
"Kindle Love Stories," for people who love hearing about love
stories, romance, and happily ever afters.

Her first book is the non-fiction memoir, Rocking the Pink. Her latest is a
YA-teen romance novel entitled Heart Shaped Rock, featuring a soundtrack.

Author Links:


1 - $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card (INT)

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  1. Great excerpt! Love the sexual tension

  2. Sounds like a great read!
    Thanks for reviewing!
    xo Holly xo



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