That’s right, come rub up against me just to be near the awesomeness that was one of the Golden Heart entries I read. Know now that if it’s not one of the winners, I am going to stomp my feet and scream into the wind while pulling out my blue hair.
How do I know it was the winner? Because when I reached the end I was ticked off that I didn’t get to read the rest of it – as in I groaned out loud and then started telling Mr. Flynn all about it while he was trying to watch hockey. As anyone married to a sports nut will tell you, that is the last moment in time when you want to try to talk to your dear heart. But I couldn’t help myself, it was that good.
The trope is not one I’d normally be drawn to as I’m more of an everything-is-about-to-blow-up-but-I-can’t-stop-myself-from-ripping-off-your-pants kind of girl. This plot was more realistic than that, but the tension (sexual and otherwise) was divinely written. The hero was yummy like molten lava chocolate cake. The heroine was someone I really liked and could empathize with. And the plot? I became so invested in it in 50 pages that I devoured the synopsis, then got pissed off all over again because I didn’t get to read the rest of the story.
And isn’t that what a great Golden Heart winning story is suppose to do?