Blog Tour TIED UP IN HEARTSTRINGS by Felicia Lynn

The first book in the HEARTSTRINGS Series by Felicia Lynn has re-launched! Read TIED UP IN HEARTSTRINGS now!

I thought my life would forever be defined by tragedy.
The happily ever after I thought I had, ended prematurely and painfully. 

My daughter and I were stuck in a fog of self-preservation, afraid to believe that there wasn’t more pain waiting for us in the ‘real world’. 
Just the thought of allowing myself to embrace happiness and take a risk in order to feel that all-consuming love again is terrifying. 
And I’m not sure I would be able to survive if it all went away again. 

But… what choice do I have when I’m tied up in these heartstrings? 
I could cut the ties and run. 
Or I could take a chance on someone that my heart once yearned for and hope that he knows how to untangle the fear that holds my heart hostage.

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3.5 stars

Tied Up in Heartstrings is a sweet love story .This is my first book from this author and I found the premise of it great and the writing was great.

Garrett made this book good, he was perfect and I like him a lot.He was sweet and protective.My main problem was the heroine.There were moments she frustrated me a lot.

Overall it was a great story and you can say it was a little bit emotional.

EXCERPT 
Jed designed this home especially for us—every detail. Until recently, I’ve loved everything about living here for the past five years. Now I’m drowning in the memories and details hiding in each crevice and having the memories crash into me at every corner is too much. I’m just waiting for the massive undertow of these constant reminders to drag me under. This house might have once been my dream home, but it’s not anymore. Now I’m suffocating in it. 

Who builds their picture-perfect dream house as their very first home? It’s not normal, but being the perfectionist Jed was, he couldn’t have it any other way. He strived to give us everything one could ever want or wish for, but it was at the expense of sacrificing time with Sierra and me to provide it. He wasn’t wired to reject us in any way, except with the most important thing either of us wanted—his presence. If only he could’ve been satisfied with a simpler life. We would’ve been happier with less if it meant having him around more. 

He’d proudly tell us he was working hard so he could lay the moon and stars at our feet, and we always had the best of everything, even if I didn’t need that. For Jed, it didn’t matter. He thought we deserved the best and never settled for less. I didn’t understand, but in his eyes, the image of the materialistic wealth he worked so hard for somehow signified his love, commitment, and loyalty to his family. Plus, the approval from outsiders mattered to him, and accolades drove him even harder. 

His career was an obsession, measuring his success with every step up the corporate ladder, but it was never enough. Maybe if he weren’t hyper focused on that ambition, he’d be here now? We could still be an ‘us’—whole and complete. 

I round the corner to the kitchen to find my brother and his wife sitting at the farm table talking softly to one another while the others mingle in the adjoining family room. Jason’s posture changes as soon he notices me step into the room, and Kate whispers something to him as they both attempt to hide their exhaustion and worried expressions. Why fake it anymore, but whatever makes them feel better. My sister-in-law jumps up, extending her arm out to embrace me, and my brother is quickly beside her as I approach her open arms. 

“What’s up, babe? Are you hungry?” Kate asks a little too hopeful as I step into her hold. I shake my head before resting it momentarily on her shoulder then pull away slowly. 

“You should probably eat something. Do you want to take a nap or rest for a bit? You haven’t slept in days, and the house will be cleared out soon.” Jason prattles franticly, barely taking a breath between each question that is really more of a suggestion. 

I’m not sure what he’s thinking, though; none of it makes sense realistically. Who could possibly casually eat and sleep while their entire world is crumbling around them? I’m being buried alive with the guilt amongst the rubble of that plane crash, and I’m somehow supposed to take care of my health while I dig for my life. The idea is insane! 

The emotional roller coaster from the fluctuations of sadness, anger, and fear are overwhelming, and it’s taking a toll, making me an extra-bitchy crazy person. As long as I’m getting plenty of rest and eating a proper diet, I suppose anything goes. Nonsense. 

Frustrated, I take a deep breath, and although trembling, I find my voice. “Jason, I need to leave and get out of this town for a little while. Can you help me figure out a plan?” I plead. 

Despite being a seriously overprotective older brother growing up, he has always been my white knight—saving the day whether I want him to not. I’m habitually resistant to his overbearing tendencies and try to avoid directly asking for his help, but today, I’m grateful for his presence in dealing with this nightmare. I’ll gladly accept his control freak tendencies in exchange, especially since I’d rather escape it.

For the past eleven days, I’ve risen from the bed every morning, hoping after another sleepless night that this is just a nightmare that will fade with the light of day, but it hasn’t. Each passing day, the nightmare becomes more and more real, leaving me a weak and incredibly vulnerable version of myself. I’ve fought tooth and nail for a long time to prove to my brother I could be self-sufficient and make my own decisions. He finally accepted that I was filled with pride, but this changes everything. I need him more now than ever before. 


Getting back to anything normal with this giant hole inside my chest feels impossible. I’m empty, and I have no idea how to fix it.