Six of Hearts by L.H. CoswayMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
★★★★★ 5 Stars!
"Never try to out-trick a trickster."
Six of Hearts is the thrilling, captivating, suspenseful and steamy story of a successful illusionist's epic quest for revenge and true love. The intriguing blurb and the fact that the book was written the author of one of my favorite books of last year, were more than enough motivation for me to dive in to this book the minute it arrived on my Kindle. And once again, L.H Cosway did not disappoint. I immensely enjoyed reading this book and I was sad to reach the ending of Jay and Matilda's extraordinary tale.
If you're going to read this book, it's best not too know too much about the storyline - aside form the blurb - and this dedication at the beginning of the story perfectly sums up the greater meaning behind the story and Jay's need for revenge.
"For the ones whose childhood was stolen.
No matter your age, it's never too late to steal it back.
Believe in the unbelievable, because
this world we live in is magic."
Jay Fields is a 27 year old illusionist / mentalist / trickster extraordinaire whose charismatic and charming as sin character you can't help but fall for and swoon over the minute the walks in to a room (or starts calling you 'Darlin' in that sexy accent of his). He's one of the most complex, unique heros I've come across lately and his lengths he went through to accomplish his quest only
"When I look at you, my head clears. Most times there's a storm up in this brain of mine, but then you walk into a room and I can focus."
Matilda is a very likable heroine as well. She's sassy, sarcastic, has a great sense of humor and is easy to relate to. Her curiosity often led her into trouble but it also made her an exciting character and it made her POV all the more fun to read. I adored the banter between her and Jay and the easygoing friends-to-lovers relationship they built up throughout the story.
"I might tell you that you're mine, but you need to understand that it goes both ways. I belong to you, too."
All in all, Six of Hearts is a love story - and one of epic proportions as well as a mystery type of read that will keep you guessing until the very end. It's one of the most refreshing reads I've read lately and one that will definitely stay with me for a long time. L.H. Cosway never ceases to amaze me with her knack for originality and her fluent way of storytelling that keeps you glued to the pages throughout the entire book.
If you're looking for a unique, surprising, epically romantic read, I would highly recommend giving this one a try!
"So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors."
**ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review**
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Teaser:
Excerpt:Making my way down the narrow staircase that leads out of the building and onto the street, I bump into a tall man with golden-brown hair. I wouldn’t normally notice a man’s hair so specifically, but this guy has some serious style going on.
It’s cut tight at the sides and left long on the top, kind of like a sexy villain in a movie set in the 1920s. I stare up at him, wide-eyed. He’s wearing a very nice navy suit with a leather satchel bag slung over his shoulder. Even though it was the first thing I noticed, his hair pales in comparison to the wonder that is his face. I don’t think I’ve ever been up close to such a handsome example of the male species in my life. Why can’t men like this write to me online? I ponder dejectedly. Because men like this don’t even know the meaning of the term “socially awkward,” my brain answers. My five-foot-something stares up at his six-foot-whatever, and I think to myself, what’s a prize like you doing in a dive like this? Actually, now that I’m looking at him, he does seem vaguely familiar, but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him before. Probably on the pages of a fashion magazine, if his looks are anything to go by. If it hasn’t already been deduced from the fact that I can’t even find a date using the romantic connection slut that is the Internet, then I’ll spell it out. I’m useless with men, and I’m talking all men. Even the nice approachable fellows. And I’m not looking at a nice approachable fellow right now. I’m looking at a “chew you up and spit you out” tiger. Rawr. Since the entrance to the building is so narrow, we have to skirt around each other. I give him a hesitant smile and a shrug. His eyes sparkle with some kind of hidden knowledge as he lets me pass, like beautiful people know the meaning of the universe and are amused by us ordinary folks who have to bumble along in the dark. I’m just about to step out the door when the tiger starts to speak. “I’m looking for Brandon Solicitors. Do you know if I have the right place?” I step back inside. He sounds like Mark Wahlberg when he’s letting his Southie roots all hang out. His deep American accent makes me want to close my eyes and savour the sound. But I don’t do that – because I’m not a complete psycho. “Yeah, this is the place. I work here, actually. I’m the secretary slash receptionist slash general dogsbody. It’s my dad’s firm,” I reply. Too much information, Matilda. Too. Much. Information. The tiger smiles, making him better-looking, if that’s even possible. And thankfully, he doesn’t comment on my fluster. “I have an appointment with Hugh Brandon at nine. I’m Jay,” he says, and takes a step closer to hold his hand out to me. My back hits the wall, his tall frame dwarfing mine. I don’t think he realises just how narrow this space is, and now I can smell his cologne. Wow, it’s not often that I get close enough to a man to smell him. And Jay Fields smells indecently good. “Ah, right. Jay Fields. Yeah, I have you pencilled in. You can go on upstairs, and Dad will take care of you,” I reply, shaking his hand and letting go quickly so that he doesn’t notice my sweatacular palms. “I’ve got an errand to run.” He stares at me for a long moment, like his eyes are trying to take in my every feature, but that can’t be right. When he finally responds, it’s a simple, “I won’t keep you, then, Matilda.” God. Why does the way he says “keep you” in that deep voice have to make my heart flutter? It’s been literally thirty seconds, and I’m already well on my way to developing a crush. He makes some keen eye contact with me, then turns and continues up the stairs to the office. I’m already on the street when I realise I hadn’t offered my name, and yet he knew it.
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