Broken Beautiful Hearts by Kami Garcia

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

”A striker has to have guts and take risks. You have to know when to pass or take the shot.”

There’s nothing more THRILLING than meeting an author’s words for the first time. It’s a HUGE HIGH. In a matter of minutes after meeting her words, Kami Marin Garcia rose to the top of my list of favorite YA romance authors and is a new top author of mine.

When you end a story crying, you know it’s a story that speaks to the soul. Kami Garcia’s words SLAYED MY SOUL!!! I couldn’t put Broken Beautiful Hearts down! An outstanding young adult meets mixed martial arts romance, Broken Beautiful Hearts gently explores broken trust, the lasting effects of inner scars, and the power of friends and loving family to help in the healing. Broken Beautiful Hearts is YA romance at its BEST!

”So this thing between us is a mistake?”

His eyes search mine.

“Because the way I feel when I’m with you feels like the opposite of every mistake I’ve ever made.”

Broken Beautiful Hearts is an ACHINGLY ADDICTIVE story of love, family, friends, heartbreak, and delicious angst. Peyton and Owen are two broken hearts trying to heal as they become whole together. I adored and admired this hero and heroine who are warriors in the battle of life.

”I’ll do whatever you want, Peyton? Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

This book is BROKEN BEAUTY. Broken Beautiful Hearts is a slow burn that blasts through your heart— setting it ablaze—where you feel every flame igniting inside you, you FEEL EVERYTHING. I swooned. I smiled. I shattered. I cried. I craved more. Broken Beautiful Hearts is RAW and REAL, and I LOVED IT with every piece of my heart!

I’m not looking for a happily ever after. I want a happily even after. The kind of happiness you have to earn.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 broken beautiful stars

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From #1 New York Times–bestselling author Kami Garcia comes a red-hot romance that will break your heart and put it back together again.

Her heart has to break before it can open.

When star soccer player Peyton Rios receives an offer from her first-choice college, senior year starts off exactly as planned. But when Peyton uncovers her boyfriend’s dark secret, she confronts him—and finds herself falling down a flight of stairs. Peyton’s knee—and maybe her dream of going pro—is shattered. Everyone is talking: Was she pushed, or did she fall? Peyton knows the truth, even if no one believes her.

He has to let someone in before it’s too late.

With her future on the line, Peyton goes to stay with her uncle in a small Tennessee town to focus on her recovery. Dating is the last thing on her mind—until she meets sweet, sexy Owen Law.

But Peyton doesn’t trust her heart, especially when she senses that Owen is hiding something. When their secrets are finally exposed, Peyton has to decide if love is worth fighting for.

This is not how I envisioned celebrating my big news. I reach for my phone to check the time, wondering if it’s too early to head home. But it isn’t in my pocket. Nothing but lip balm, house keys, and Reed’s car keys. God forbid he carry anything except his phone. I pat down my coat. “I lost my phone.”

“It’s probably in the car, like the last three times you lost it. I need to run to the bathroom and then I’ll help you find it,” Tess says.

The line for the bathroom is six people deep. I can’t wait that long. “All my voice mails are on it.”

Tess knows that by all I really mean one—the last message from my dad. It’s the reason I’ve had the same phone for a year and a half, even though it barely holds a charge.

“I bet it’s in the car,” she says. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m just going to run out and check.” I leave through the back door.

Outside, a stone retaining wall snakes down the hill beside the house. The wall separates a paved footpath from the long driveway. My arm scrapes against the rock as I rush toward the steps at the end of the walk- way that lead down to the street.

Reed parked his car across from the steps, and I can’t get it unlocked fast enough. I search for my phone in the front seat and between the crevices of the center console.

Nothing.

Think. Retrace your steps.

When we got in Reed’s car I tossed my jacket in the back seat. My phone could’ve fallen out of the pocket. I lean between the front seats and grope around.

Come on. Please be here.

What if it’s not?   

My chest tightens. I can’t lose Dad’s message.

Reed’s car is full of junk—hand wraps, sparring pads, sweaty T-shirts, and empty energy drinks. His smelly gym bag is open on the floor. I dig through it until my fingers hit something rectangular and smooth.

A box.

I take it out of the bag, expecting a cheap plastic box like one Reed uses as a first aid kit. But this box is glossy black cardboard, like a gift box.

Reed doesn’t do surprises, and he thinks presents are a waste of money. The only gift he has given me in the seven months we’ve been together was for my birthday. And Tess and Mrs. Michaels don’t have birthdays anytime soon.

My stomach bottoms out.

All the time he’s been spending at the gym . . . What if Reed hasn’t been there every night?

Things have been off between us for a while and I’m not a fan of his recent mood swings, but I’d never cheat on him. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t.

The box doesn’t have a store name or logo printed on it, and it’s a weird size—too big for a bracelet and too deep for a necklace. A watch, maybe?

I open the lid.

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