Yours Book Cover Yours
Jasinda Wilder
Contemporary Romance
June 18, 2016
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When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives.

Then His heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new
future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost.

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I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty.

My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure.

My father died at thirty-five. Heart failure.

The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant.

I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday.

And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience.

I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part.

Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.

Ahhhh.  Sigh.  I love music of all types and genres but I have to say that Country music is my home.  There is something to be said about the stories that country music brings us.  Russell Dickerson’s song Yours was the inspiration for this book, and if you read the lyrics you can see it.  Well played!  I could not put it down until I had devoured the entire book.

To watch Niall and Lock’s story evolve over the time period that it did was inspiring.  Many of the novels I read are insta-love and quickly move to HEA status.  I loved that this story took time to unfold and the characters took time to grow.  Watching Lock learn to truly live was a grand evolution.

I was a bit disappointed that there was no epilogue – I hate the words THE END.