Monday, December 1, 2014

Blog Tour: Dirty Secret by Emma Hart



Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time Conner’s band Dirty B is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her brother in Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house, even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:
Sofie’s daughter will change everything. 

This is book is in my most favoured genre of first loves/second chance love and then there is a gorgeous wee toddler just to make you feel even more warm and gooey inside *sigh*
Sofie and Conner are high school sweethearts - pure, sweet, teenage love.  Conner and his brothers are in a band and Sofie has been helping them get as much exposure as they can online and from doing local gigs.  When strong interest is shown in them and they are offered a chance to make it big, Sofie discovers she is pregnant.  Instead of telling Conner, fearing it would interfere with their big chance, she leaves town and doesn't return until two and a half years later.
Sofie's father has died from cancer and naturally left his estate to her and her brother, who is currently serving in Afghanistan.  She had been trying to avoid returning to her old hometown but she can't avoid it for too much longer, the house needs sorting out and sooner or later the truth about her daughter Mila will have to be revealed.
Mila is absolutely freaking adorably cute.  You are just going to fall in love with this wee girl and at times she completely steals the whole story :)
When Conner and his brothers return home for a break from touring, Sofie realises that it won't be long until her past collides with her present.  Conner's dream of stardom has come true, their band, Dirty B, has made it big so they are living the rockstar lifestyle but always look forward to coming home to their parents for good old home cooked meals and privacy.
The inevitable happens when Sofie and Conner come face to face.  It's not long until he discovers there is also a wee girl in her life, his wee girl Mila.  Okay girls, seriously, the cuteness factor between Conner and Mila is off the freaking scale!  So many moments that will just melt your heart :)
"Just to look at this guy, one of America's biggest heartthrobs, tattooed and built, snuggled up to this tiny little girl, who's holding on to him like her life depends on it."
As much as I wanted them to have the second chance insta-love, the fact is that Sofie took something from Conner, she also took something from Mila.  This is huge and Sofie is going to have to come clean and show some honesty with Conner, it's the least she can do.  Was she really trying to protect Mila or was she just looking after her own heart?
"I've learned a lot about my heart since I left, and the main thing I've learned is that it's a dreamer.  And dreams don't always come true." - Sofie
I read this in one sitting, completely devoured every page and I'm really looking forward to reading more about these handsome Burke brothers.
That kid that could be mine.
I get up and let the empty bottle drop to the floor. The woods are eerily quiet, as if it can sense my anger. As if it knows the bitterness that lingers in my veins, as if it knows the burn of not knowing anything.
Like the woods, I’m left in the dark. Completely.
Branches and twigs crunch under my feet as I increase my pace to a gentle jog. And again, to a slow run. Then to a sprint.
The need to know increases with every footstep, as evenly paced as the ticking of the clock. It doesn’t matter that I’ve probably drunk too much beer to be here or that we’ve only been back for a matter of days.
I can’t be in this shithole full of memories without knowing. I can’t move on until I know. I can’t forgive her for a single fucking thing until I know—and even then, maybe I won’t be able to.
Maybe she’s unforgivable.
Instead of knocking on the back door like I did yesterday, I round the side of the house to the front door. The front room light glows softly through the curtains, but the rest of the house is dark.
My chest heaves with the exertion of my run here and I grab the doorframe to balance myself. I’m definitely too fucking drunk for this conversation, but what the hell.
I bang on the door, once, twice, again and again and again. “Sofie! Open the fuckin’ door!”
“Shut up!” she hisses, yanking it open. “The hell’re you doing here?”
I smirk, leaning against the wall. “Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that, princess?”
“Are you drunk?” Her voice rises a little at the end, and her eyes widen.
Those eyes. Fuck, those baby blues that have always undone me.
“Drunk? No. If I was drunk I’d be sitting at home like a miserable bastard and not here facing the cause of my misery.”
“You’re being an asshole. I don’t have to listen to this.”
She pushes on the door, but I wedge my foot in front of it. I let go of the wall and grab the edge of the door.
“Actually, you do.”
She can’t overpower me, and she knows it, because she lets up and the door swings open. “Why are you here, Conner?”
“You have a kid.”
She smacks her lips together. “Yep.”
“When? When did you have her?”
Sofie takes a deep breath in and presses her hands to her stomach. They’re shaking, even as she links her fingers to hide it. I can see that fucking tremble.
She whispers something but I’m too pre-occupied by her hands to hear it.
August last year,” she repeats, still a whisper.
August. Last year. My stomach clenches as I meet her eyes. “When? When in fuckin’ August, Sofie?”
“August fifteenth.” Her voice hitches halfway through the ‘fifteenth.’
Almost seven months to the day she walked out on me and the rest of Shelton Bay.
Adrenaline hums through my body, and I stare at her. At the tears building in her eyes, the quiver of her lips, the bob of her throat as she swallows harshly.
It’s no different from the burn in my chest, the twisting of my stomach.
“Is she mine?”
She shudders and a tear drips from her eye.
Sofie. Is. She. Mine?!”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.





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