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A
history professor, Cooper doesn’t see the value of romance novels and he has
even less regard for those who write them. Until he meets a woman who haunts
his thoughts.
There’s
only one small snag in Alex’s and Blake’s plan…okay…two rather large snags. JJ
wants nothing to do with Cooper. The other snag? Alex and Blake aren’t able to
return to the pages of their own book.
Will
JJ ever write her own love story? And will it be with Cooper? Will Alex and
Blake return to the pages of their own book?
My Review
Rewrites of the Heart is the first book in the Whimsical Hearts series. I read the second book Hearts on the Rocks first. It doesn't really matter as both books work well as stand-alone books. I do think that this first one has a little bit more background on how this world works and that probably helps explain what is going on and why.
As an author myself, I can't resist the idea of characters coming to life and meeting their author. There is a lovely innocence about Alex and Blake, who are JJ's characters who come to visit her. Mostly because their only experiences are those that JJ has given them as part of their back story.
This book is brilliantly quirky and entertaining. Even the side characters are blessed with entertaining names. (I hummed the Chipmunks theme every time they went to the Physics Cafe.)
The real story is JJ and Kenn's romance. JJ has lost her first husband at a very young age and since his untimely death has been struggling to actually get out there and live. She and Kenn make a great couple and while their path to their happily ever after might be a little complicated it was lots of fun following them on their journey.
I do hope that Alex and Blake are set to make another journey to the 'real' world of JJ and her friends in the near future.
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Bio
Terry
Newman is the award-winning author of several paranormal novels and novellas,
including Rewrites of the Heart, Heartquake, and The Wizard of her Heart.
She
enjoys writing humor and creating off-beat characters, each with their own
quirks. She’s spent most of her life in northeast Ohio, where she sets all of
her fictional towns.
Terry
has spent most of her adult life writing in some fashion, from small-town
reporter to editor-in-chief and ghostwriter for a national natural health
publishing firm. The last decade and half she’s worked a freelance writer,
penning ebooks that range from Native Americans to starting a doula services
business.
She
has a daughter, a son-in-law, and a grandpuppy. Terry lives in North Lima, a
real town in northeast Ohio with all of her characters. Yes, it does get
crowded at times.
Excerpt
JJ
nodded. “Exactly. If no one else can talk to you, then I can be pretty
comfortable that I’m the one going through this, well, whatever it is. But, if
everyone can talk to you and see you, then I’m not entirely sure what’s going
on here. Up until now, you were my personal, private hallucinations. I’m just
not sure what to call you now.”
“Try
calling us real,” Alex said, one hand on her hip.
“But
real is impossible. It defies all the currently known scientific laws. What if
everyone could see you, not just me, as I just naturally assumed so far?”
Alex
sat on the arm of the couch, near JJ. “I’m still confused. I don’t get what the
big deal is.”
Blake
paced the room, his head down, hands behind his back. “Aside from your
conversation with JJ’s sister, love, we haven’t had an occasion to have contact
with anyone.”
“Right,”
JJ agreed. “I assumed you couldn’t interact with others. Now, I wonder if
others could see you, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck.
Blake
rose and padded to the front door. Alex watched as he unlocked and opened the
door. Then he turned. “Alex, let’s test out my theory.”
“Me?
What are we going to do?”
“You’ll
see.”
Alex
shot a quick glance at JJ, who only looked amused by her perplexity. She
figured she had little choice and met Blake at the door. He took her hand and
they stepped on onto the small porch. She scanned the neighborhood. Everyone
had at least a little patch of yard.
One
house sported the stereotypical white picket fence. The house directly to the
right wore a shiny metal flowerpot of purple petunias, yellow and purple
pansies, and a few tall dark pink snapdragons. A few houses down she saw that
one house had a wraparound porch with baskets of red geraniums adorning it.
Finally,
she saw an older gentleman who lived directly across the street. He was out
with his golden Labrador retriever.
“Good
afternoon,” Blake called out to him, waving as if he were the proverbial
friendly neighbor.
“I’m
Bob Higley, and this is Moses.” The man gave the dog a good rub.
“I’m
Blake Teesdale and my fiancé, Alex Zurich. She’s JJ’s cousin from Kansas and
we’re here on vacation.” Alex smiled meekly and gave the man a tentative finger
wave. She was amazed at his ability to create an entire backstory on the spot.
Mr.
Higley took off his baseball cap and scratched his head. “You don’t sound like
you’re from Kansas.”
“No,
no sir. You are right. Mine is definitely not a Midwest accent. British.”
“I’ve
always loved England.”
“Thanks,
I love your country too.” And then Blake gave Mr. Higley a friendly good-bye
wave and he and Alex went back into the house.
Once
inside, he rolled on the balls of his feet, a small, smug smile slowly forming
on his lips, hands in his pockets.
“We
just passed the can-they-see-you test with flying colors. And yes, they can see
you—I mean, us.”
“Yes,
you two did and I’m amazed.”
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