Rosie Lachlan wants nothing more than to find The One.A year after she was dumped in her wedding dress, she’s working at her parents’ bridal salon, anxious for a happy ending that can’t come soon enough. After receiving a life-saving heart transplant, Rosie knows her health is precious and precarious. She suspects her heart donor is Daphne Thorne, the wife of local celebrity author Morgan Thorne, who she begins messaging via an anonymous service called DonorConnect, ostensibly to learn more about Daphne. But Rosie has a secret: She’s convinced that now that she has his wife’s heart, she and Morgan are meant to be together.As she and Morgan correspond, the pretense of avoiding personal details soon disappears, even if Rosie’s keeping some cards close to her chest. But as she digs deeper into Morgan’s previous marriage, she discovers disturbing rumors about the man she’s falling for. Could Morgan have had something to do with his late wife’s death? And can Rosie’s heart sustain another break—or is she next?
I enjoyed this one a lot -- it was a little twisty but the writing was good! I especially liked the emails written back and forth between some of the characters. Although I think the blurb for this book makes it sound a lot cheesier than it actually is, the plot was well done and I'd definitely read more from this author. Give it a try if you like thrillers!
I've decided there's no way to begin this message that isn't either (1) creepy or (2) awkward, so I'm just going to dive right in to the Creepy/Awkward Pool and hope I don't drown.One year ago today, your wife saved my life. And it breaks my heart that, in order for me to live, she first had to die.Actually, I shouldn't say that. I know it's just an expression-breaks my heart—but it feels a little reckless for me to use it. Because, this time, I plan to be careful with my heart. With your wife's, I mean. I plan on keeping it whole.I don't remember a lot about the day of the transplant. For that whole week, I'd been in and out of consciousness. But I remember the light in the operation room, just before they put me under, so sharp and bright it felt like a slap of sunlight. I remember realizing, then, that it had been months since I'd felt the actual sun on my face, because even before the hospital, before my symptoms, I'd been in such a dark place. From November 16 to that day, May 3, I'd barely stepped outside.Sorry if that's too bleak or too much. I just want you to know your wife gave me even more than her heart. She gave me light again.Gave me the reminder that, despite all the darkness I'd indulged, there was still, somehow, sun.
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