Review, Guest Post, and Giveaway: Crossed Hearts by K. Vale

Blurb:
Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to be alive.

As time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he’s forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle. For another chance at life, he vows to change who he is at his core.

His prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest, but it comes at a heavy price. The donor is an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely.

And Kory’s blemished history is nowhere near an ideal match.

As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the gravesite they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?

Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate sticks her fickle hand in and pushes them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh so worth the pain.

Review:
Will absolutely broke my heart with his naiveté towards Darryl. I kind of predicted how things would blow up with Kory’s secret coming out. I truly enjoyed the story despite some predictable moments. Kory and Will were well suited for each other. They helped each other overcome their problems and were so cute together. There were some hysterical scenes and lines in the book. My absolute favorite was during a conversation between Kory and his friend Mando in reference to “refrigerator nurses”. Tears streaming down, couldn’t breathe laughing. There were a handful of things that didn’t really get answered at the end of the book. But they aren’t book ending cliffhangers. Just my curious mind wants to know those random details. I loved many of the side characters and I hope they get stories in the future. Or at the very least we’ll see them all again.
Stars:
Four

Guest Post:
I asked Will to join us today to tell us some of the funniest things that happened while working as a funeral director. His story is quite comical, and I hope you like it as much as I did. Read and enjoy!
The funniest thing that ever happened at work? Oh, I know what it is. Personally, I didn’t find it all that funny, but Holly thought it was a laugh riot. I guess in hindsight it kinda was. Maybe.

Let me give you a little background. Holly used to work as the receptionist for Rolling Hills. Now she’s a mortician and we have another guy who works the front desk. Anyway, she and I have worked together for years now. We’re good friends, which is lucky for her. Otherwise, I might’ve had to fire her for the prank she pulled this past April Fools’ Day.

Don’t get me wrong—we always end up trying to prank each other every year. Stupid stuff, you know? A fake bug floating in your coffee. Donuts powdered with Baking Soda. Whoopee cushions. Gum that turns your mouth black. That sort of thing.

This April Fools’, Holly and I opened the funeral home together. She likes to put sticky notes all over the back wall of the front desk with each item of her to do list spelled out on a note. It’s her thing. The evening before, I’d left late so I could write all these ridiculous messages on her sticky notes. Used the entire pad writing things like “Go suck an egg,” or “Tell Will he’s the greatest boss in the world.” Just stupid stuff. I’d bought her a new pack of notes. Figured it would be good for a goof, right?

So, Holly saw the desk and acted all put out by it. “That garbage was fine when I was a secretary, but I take this job seriously, Will,” she said. She made me feel like an idiot. “What if a walk-in showed up and saw it? We’d look so unprofessional.” Blah, blah, blah.

“Fine,” I told her. “I’ll clean it up. I didn’t realize you automatically lose your sense of humor when you turn forty.” That really pissed her off because she’s only like, thirty-seven.

The new receptionist, Jason, showed up. He said we had a family member coming in at ten. They’d apparently had a relative cremated some time ago and had finally settled on an urn and would like us to transfer the ashes for them. We do it all the time. A lot of people don’t feel comfortable doing the transfer themselves.

Ten o’clock rolled around, and a young woman arrived. She had a plastic crematory box, which is the standard receptacle we use when people don’t want an urn from us, or want to wait, or whatever. Holly stood up to take the box, and told the woman she’d picked a lovely urn and if she wanted to wait, Holly would just be a few minutes.

Then she dropped the box right at the woman’s feet. Gray powder basically exploded on Holly and this woman, who started shrieking and crying. Well, I thought it was crying.

After I scrambled from around the desk, shouting for Jason to not just sit there—get a dust pan and broom or something—I realized they were laughing. Holly was laughing. Jason was laughing. And the woman had bent over, coughing and shaking, and it almost sounded like she was laughing, too, but that would have been crazy.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry!” I said to her, trying to salvage whatever hadn’t spilled from the box. And then I realized those were the oddest-looking cremains I’d ever seen. Too powdery, and too dark.

I looked up and everyone was smiling at me. “April Fools!” said Holly. Turned out the fake family member was Jason’s girlfriend, and they were all in on this elaborate joke. Apparently, Holly had been truly terrified by the picture of a clown face I’d stuck under the seat of the girls’ toilet last year. She’d been planning to scare the crap out of me for months.

It worked. Man, was I pissed. I know she’s anticipating my revenge next year. I’m planning to do something lame early in the day. That way she won’t be expecting round two when it hits her. I just need to think of the perfect prank.

I’m completely open to suggestion if anyone has any great ideas. 🙂

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Thanks so much for hosting me!

Excerpt:
The man scratched the scrub on his chin. “Heart recipient,” he said finally. “I’m Kory—umm…Kory Vansant.” Holding out his hand, he took another step. Will’s fingers were swallowed in warm skin and bone.

“Will Squire.” Again, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the tease of scar tissue jutting from the crotch of Kory’s shirt collar. The urge to reach out and trace a finger over the pink relief of healed tissue was strong. Just like I touched Brandon’s incision. The stark difference between the two—one wound marking the end of a life and the other a salvation—was surreal. Will was nothing but an outsider looking in on a miracle, but somehow he felt he’d come around full circle.

“Want me to get naked so you can see the whole thing?”

Will closed his eyes for a moment and then looked up, his face flaming with a mix of embarrassment and immediate, fierce arousal. “I’m sorry. Totally rude.”

Kory smiled good-naturedly. “No worries. It’s a way to reclaim who I am, or was. Or some crap. I’m not just my medical status, like they keep saying at my support group.”

“No. Of course you’re not.”

He laughed loud and deep, and the warmth in Will’s face drifted down his body. “I’ve adopted it as my little icebreaker whenever people stare,” Kory said.

“Well, ice broken.” Will gulped. Hell, ice melted into a rolling boil.

About K.:
K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com.

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Where To Buy:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Crossed-Hearts-Scars-Novel-ebook/dp/B00W0IJW1I
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3 responses to “Review, Guest Post, and Giveaway: Crossed Hearts by K. Vale

  1. Thank you so much for hosting me and for taking the time to read and review, Molly! I really appreciate it.

    Oh, and FYI, I plan two more books in the series–one for Mando and Jake, and one for Matt to get his HEA. 🙂

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