Wayward Heart

Wayward Heart by Cathryn HeinSuspense and family drama wrapped in an emotional friends-to-lovers romance to make your heart soar.

Jasmine Thomas should feel safe in her cosy cottage at Admella Beach after finally putting an end to an ill-advised romance. But her perfect sanctuary is shattered with the arrival of hand-delivered threatening notes. Someone has discovered her secret.

When the notes escalate to vandalism, Jasmine’s anxiety rises. But in such a small place, telling the police would mean the whole town finding out.

Digby Wallace-Jones is stumbling through the motions of life, wrapped in a fog of grief since his fiancée Felicity died. Withdrawn from his family, Digby doesn’t care about anything beyond his loss. But in a chance meeting with Jasmine, his sister’s best friend who he’s known forever, even he can see the tension she carries. Worried and feeling protective, he continues to drop by, but it’s more than that. Jasmine soothes him; and, unlike the rest of his family, he can talk to her about his pain without fear of judgement. But as much as he likes Jasmine, Digby’s enduring love for Felicity means he has nothing left to give and he pushes Jasmine away.

Jasmine knew they were supposed to stay friends ‘with excellent benefits’ but she can’t help her wayward heart from falling for this tortured, kind and sexy man. How can she ever loosen the grip Felicity’s memory has on Digby’s soul and remind him he still has a life ahead of him?

 

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Winner: Favourite Cover, 2016 Australian Romance Readers Awards

‘…this is one that you are not going to want to put down so make yourself comfortable when you start. Thank you Ms Hein for a story that will stay with me for a long time.’
5 stars, Helen (Goodreads)

“Digby and Jasmine’s story really packed a punch, displaying Hein’s ability to get under her character’s skin mind, body and soul. Following Jasmine and Digby’s personal stories did send me through the wringer – I was pulled in many directions feelings wise. I experienced fear, lust, passion, true friendship, heartbreak, happiness and relief.
Cathryn Hein has done it again for this reader and I’m sure for her many fans, she has produced a wonderful story filled with questions of romance, suspense, family drama and finding your way. Wayward Heart in another winning read from Cathryn Hein.”

4 stars, Mrs B’s Book Reviews

‘Surprises, tender moments and drama in the mix made for an entertaining read.’

4 stars, Talking Books Blog

‘There’s a powerful load of family drama, a lot of meditative contemplation and a little suspense as well, but what really lingers is Ms. Hein’s beautifully wrought description of the languid, rural Australian landscape that stays long in my mind after I’ve finished the book.’

Pip at theromancereviews.com

‘This is the perfect summer read for fans of Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook and Dear John.’

Yours magazine, Issue 76

excerpt

‘Can I ask you something?’

Digby eyed her, then looked away, shrugging.

‘If I wanted to put a lock on my gate, what would be the best way to do it?’

Digby swung back. ‘Why would you want to lock your gate?’

This time it was Jasmine’s turn to avoid his gaze and shrug. ‘Just a question.’

He kept up his study. Jasmine was his sister’s best friend. She’d been a fixture at Camrick and the Wallace property at Rocking Horse Hill since he was a boy, invited to all but the most intimate of family events. He knew her. Jasmine was fun, warm and welcoming. Locking her gate? That didn’t fit.

What also didn’t fit was the fatigue showing on her pretty face. Her normally healthy pink skin was pale, making the bruised circles under her eyes appear even darker, and her shoulders had a defeated sag. Jasmine had always been proudly large-chested and never shied from showing her assets off, plus years of riding show horses had given her a straight-backed posture. Today her body was so hunched it was as if she were in hiding, or protecting herself.

Digby felt a stir of worry. ‘What’s up, Jas?’

‘Nothing. Nothing at all.’ But she refused to look at him.

He observed her for a few moments longer and let it go. What did he care about her secrets? He had enough of his own to worry about. He leaned forward as though to press himself to his feet, and felt a hand on his arm.

‘Stay? A bit longer?’ She waved her half-eaten sandwich. ‘At least until I’ve finished this?’

Digby frowned at the need in her tone and nodded, but there was tension now. The tension of his unspoken questions and the puzzle of what she was hiding.

‘What sort of latch is it?’ he asked after a while.

‘Hook and eye. I was thinking just a padlock over the hook would do.’

‘Probably. You could also fit a bike chain, running from the gate around the strainer post.’

She chewed on that. ‘That might be easiest. One of those ones with a combination lock so I don’t have to worry about a key.’

‘Won’t stop anyone climbing the fence though.’

‘No,’ she said softly, staring at the lunchbox rested on her lap, ‘it won’t. But it might be enough.’

‘Enough for what?’ When she didn’t answer he prodded again. ‘Jas?’

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Of Beaches And Brothers, And Friends to Lovers

Friends to lovers stories are a very popular romance trope and one I adore myself. I guess because it’s such a credible fantasy. It’s easy to understand how people who’ve been friends forever might suddenly realise that more is possible. After all, they’re already past the getting-to-know-you and liking bit of a relationship, so the next step is acting on this new desire and making the relationship physical. Which sounds easy but is usually far from such, and when you throw in the best friend’s brother/sister worry, it makes it harder again.

The heroine of Wayward Heart is Jasmine Thomas, who we first met in Rocking Horse Hill. It was always my intention to give each of the three best friends in Rocking Horse Hill their own story.

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