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Give Your Heart a Break
Genre: Chick Lit, Romance
Publication: December 2014
Source: CLP Blog Tours
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Rachel Thomas has a bad record in the love department. She has been cheated on for many times and she is afraid to try again. Then she meets Masor Connor. He's gorgeous, sweet and he treats her kindly. Things went well for them, until Mason's ex comes back to win him.
Rachel has her fear in a relationship, but decides to give it a try as her friends advised. I just can't stop rooting for her from the very beginning. Her friends, Kat, Monica and James make the story much more enjoyable. I love the relationship the three of them are having. There were a few funny moments, especially with James. It was fun reading about how Mason is going to win Rachel's heart.
The author did a good job for this debut. Give Your Heart a Break is a light, fun chick lit read. Rachel is very easy to relate to. The secondary characters are lovable. And the villains, although very annoying, they make the story much more interesting. If you're looking for a fun, quick chick lit read, you have got to read Give Your Heart a Break by Helen Peterson.
I received a copy of Give Your Heart a Break by Helen Peterson from the author/CLP Blog Tours as part of the book tour.
As the club slowly started to wind down, I headed to the steps in search of
Katand Monica, who had gone on a bathroom run and undoubtedly ended up on the dance floor together. When their boyfriends didn’t show up, the two could get a little rowdy together. I stood on the edge of the dance floor, watching the alcohol-induced couples swaying back and forth, trying to find my friends amongst the crowd.
I felt a presence to my right and turned to find the guy from the bar—the one that had consumed my thoughts all night long—suddenly beside me. I couldn’t speak. I whipped my head back toward the dance floor, sure that he was just looking for his blonde bombshell so he could whisk her off into the night, carry her to his coach, and get her home before midnight. A) I have an unhealthy obsession with Disney movies. B) It was well past midnight.
“Where did you go?”
I looked to my right again and to my surprise, he was looking at me.
“What?” I asked, confused. Where did I go when?
“After I got your drink. You just vanished.” He flashed me a warm smile, making my knees buckle. How could someone have this effect on me?
“Oh, I had to get back to my friends,” I said lamely. I felt lame anyway. Say something cool! My mouth just couldn’t catch up with my brain.
“Well, could I have a dance at least? A token of good gesture for getting you that drink.” He held out one hand.
“Um, I don’t think your girlfriend would like that too much,” I said, spotting the same blonde from before staring at us from her perch on a high top table near the dance floor. I saw her narrow her eyes and gesture to us to another girl sitting at the table.
Last thingI needed tonight was a girl fight.
He followed my gaze, his eyes landing on the girl. “Her? That’s not my girlfriend.”
“So you have a girlfriend, just not
her?” I challenged him.
I saw his blue eyes spark. A small smile formed
athis lips. “I don’t have any girlfriends actually. And I’m not married.” He held up his bare left hand for me to see. “Any other questions you’d like to ask before we get that dance in?”
What else was a girl to do? I let him lead me to the dance floor, thankful a slow song was still on. Fast dancing—not my thing.
I finally spotted my friends on the dance floor, right when the guy—hello, I need a name
!—wrapped both arms around my waist. I gingerly put my arms on his broad shoulders, feeling our torsos touch. A giddy smile broke out on my face, and I was glad he was quite tall and couldn’t see me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Monica grinning like the Cheshire Cat, elbowing Kat and blatantly pointing at me. Kat’s eyes lit up and she too started pointing at me. What was wrong with them?
“So,” he said, “I bought you a drink, I convinced you I’m single, and I was able to talk you into a dance. What am I going to have to do to get your name?”
I pretended to think this over. “How about I
letyou off easy this time? Just give me yours and I’ll give you mine.” Smooth. Where did that line come from?
One eyebrow rose, and the smile came back on his face. “Easy enough. I’m Mason.”
“Just going by first names, huh? All right, then. I’m Rachel.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Rachel.”
“Back at you, Mason.”
We swayed in harmony, my thoughts racing. Why was he dancing with me? What did he see in me? Would I see him again? Would it be too forward if I asked him to marry me, right there in the middle of the dance floor?
The lights slowly started to brighten, the cue that the club was closing. I didn’t want to leave. We had only just started!
“I know this might sound really forward, but would you maybe like to grab dinner sometime?” Mason asked.
I looked up so we were eye to eye. Was he playing me? Had he asked other girls to dinner as well tonight? Did I really mean anything to him? Would it be a casual fling?
“Um, I don’t know. I don’t even know you,” I replied, biting down on my lip. Was I seriously going to turn this guy down? What was wrong with me?
I knew it was the fear talking. My past relationships had all ended—obviously—but all of them had one thing in common—they ended badly. I was cheated on, all four times. And worse—my ex’s all seemed to find “the one” right after they stopped dating me. How unfair was that? I worried the same would happen with Mason, and my heart really couldn’t take it happening again, especially so soon after my breakup with Mark.
“Well, that’s what dates are usually for. To get to know people.” Mason smiled at me, and I thought I saw a look in his eyes, one of sincerity. Or was that just what I was hoping?
I paused, still hesitating. “Or I could get your number and just text you
maybe. We don’t have to do dinner right away.” Still, I paused, and he continued, “Or maybe you can just give me your last name? I can look you up on Facebook if you don’t feel comfortable giving your number out.”
The lights came completely on at the moment, causing me momentary blindness. I stepped back from Mason’s embrace, nearly tripping over my own feet. “I’m sorry, I should find my friends,” I said, turning to go. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger. My heart needed a break. I couldn’t risk the disappointment and hurt that my past relationships handed to me.
“Rachel, wait!” I heard Mason call out from behind me.