Release day blitz: Lucky Scars by Kerry Heavens @kerryheavens

Title: Lucky Scars 
Author: Kerry Heavens 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: July 3, 2018

Not every love story begins with a fiery explosion of lust.

Some are tiny embers of hope that smoulder slowly until the stars align…

I’d been living in a bubble.
It was meant to protect me from the things in life that hurt.
I could live, I could laugh, but at least I didn’t have to love.
Loving was dangerous and I would never do it again.

It was working just fine, until the bubble burst.
It let in danger.
It let in light.
It let in…him.

Unknowingly I’d been living in the dark, feeling my way.
He filled my world with starlight.
He showed me how to move on to the next level.
He made me feel again.

I thought the wounds from the past would never fully heal,
But perhaps they only heal when the time is right.

Sometimes you just have to thank your lucky scars.


I should get the fruit and an espresso, I told myself. Or something skinny at least. God knows I needed the caffeine, and since I’d dressed like an adult for once, I figured I should at least try and act like one. I looked at the muffins and sighed when I saw the girl behind the counter making up Frappuccinos for a couple of teenagers. That’s what I really wanted. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I didn’t think I could stomach my usual order right then, anyway. I was way too stressed. I didn’t know what I was going to say to this offer. How could I? I didn’t know what kind of offer it was going to be. Hell, I didn’t even know if there was going to be a damn offer! I just knew, if there was, it was going to be something I’d be crazy to turn down. So, a jittery stomach full of whipped cream and cake wasn’t going to help me at all.
Besides, dressed in biker boots and ripped skinny jeans, aka “my normal clothes,” all the city boys and girls ignored me, so I could get away with ordering my caramel Frappuccino and my double-chocolate cheesecake muffin. They didn’t notice me because I didn’t count, not in their world. I’m not one of them. Dressed like this, though, I almost looked like I could be, and I’m sure, in this getup, I would have turned some well-groomed heads asking for extra caramel sauce on my whipped cream.
They don’t eat, those women, not any place I see them, anyway. I always wonder how they exist and if it’s worth it? I see them every morning in their crazy high heels and power suits, ordering their skinny whatever with extra this, double that, hold the foam. They stand there with their air of importance waiting for their coffee and checking their emails. The truth is, they’re probably secretly playing one of my apps, but they’d never admit it.
“What can I get you?” the barista asked suddenly, forcing me to come to a conclusion.
“I’ll have, umm…” I glanced once more, longingly, at the kids taking their Frappuccinos. Come on Bea, I urged myself. You’re a grown up today.
“I’ll have a flat white, please. Oh, and this.” I reluctantly held up my fruit pot.
“Anything else?”
“Make that two flat whites and two fruit pots; we’ll pay together,” a self-assured voice from just behind my right shoulder said.
I frowned and turned, not offended, just confused as to why I couldn’t place the voice that knew me well enough to barge in on my order.
The second I turned, he overwhelmed my senses.
Don’t you find that some men are a sensory overload?
They smell too good, they look too good, their skin is too good. It all comes at you hot and heavy like a sex fog, and you’re thrown off your usually indifferent game.
I shook my head a little to clear it.
Nice try, Mr, I thought. You nearly had me.
Nope, didn’t know him. I’d seen him in line before, but I didn’t know him.
I just needed to tell him to direct his hot and heavy at someone else and pay for my own damn boring coffee. Arrogant bastard.
But it took me too long because, before I could get my words together, he had leant across me with a suave smile, pointed his watch at the card reader, and the deal was done.
I’d got sex-fogged and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Now look, buddy, I told him in my head. I’m not interested, so you can take your coffee and shove it up your entitled, Armani-clad, perfect arse. Okay?

Part 2 of Chapter 1 can be read over on The Literary Gossip’s blog…






London born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of sunshine! Kerry writes: sometimes sweet, sometimes not, often funny, always hot, real romance, dirty romcoms and other such smut.


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