Author: Lindsey Frydman
Genre/Age: Contemporary Romance/Adult
Series: None
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: Audra Madison simply wanted to walk in the shoes of Emily Cavanaugh, a free-spirited teenager who died too young. After all, Audra wasn’t supposed to be here.
Thanks to Emily, Audra has a second chance at life. She’s doing all the things that seemed impossible just two years ago: Go to college. Date. Stargaze in the Rocky Mountains. Maybe get a tattoo. You know, live.
Jake Cavanaugh, a photographer with mysterious, brooding gray eyes, agrees to help chronicle her newfound experiences. She makes him laugh, one of the only people who can these days. As they delve into each other’s pasts – and secrets – the closer they become.
But she’s guarded and feels like she can’t trust anyone, including herself.
And he’s struggling with the fact that his beloved sister’s heart beats inside her.
I gnawed at my lower lip for a few long, anxious minutes until he typed something back.
Jake: I didn’t want to meet you.
Ouch.
Jake: I think if you were me, you’d understand not wanting to meet the person who got your seventeen-year-old sister’s heart after she died. Right?
Double ouch. I was an ass.
Me: Right. So why accept? Why agree to meet me? To do this.
Jake: I saw your name, saw your face, and changed my mind.
Me: You changed your mind because of my face?
Jake: I didn’t say that. Don’t let anything go to your head.
My cheeks burned, and I was thankful he couldn’t see it.
Me: So you changed your mind? Just like that?
Jake: Just. Like. That.
My pulse thrummed much too fast as I attempted to dissect his answer, but got nowhere. And pressing him to explain likely wouldn’t get me far either.
Me: Thanks again for doing this. And for sitting through my entire tattoo session.
Jake: No problem. I like tattoos. But I’ll admit, watching someone else get one is more fun than getting one yourself.
Me: Because someone else’s pain is enjoyable for you?
Okay, probably not the best thing to say, but I hit enter before thinking better of it. And the longer it took for him to reply, the more I worried I’d said the wrong thing.
Jake: It was actually a first for me, the whole watching someone else get tattooed. I wish Emily had asked me to tag along when she got hers.
I heaved out a sigh, but before I had time to type a single word, he sent another message.
Jake: But being there with you almost felt like being there with her. It was…nice. Comforting in a way, I guess. You know?
An ache filled my chest, because I did know. I touched a hand to my chest, felt the rough scar through my shirt, felt my heart lub-dub below my palm.
Me: I’m really glad you came with me.
Lindsey has been writing since she was nine years old, when she discovered the awesomeness that is Harriet the Spy. Her books always include a romance, though sometimes there’s an added sci-fi or magical realism twist. She lives in Columbus, Ohio (where the weather is never quite right). Her BFA in Photography and Graphic Design has granted her a wide assortment of creative knowledge that serves as inspiration (and not much else). When she’s not crafting YA and NA stories, you'll likely find her spending waaay too much time on Pinterest, playing a video game, singing show-tunes, or performing in a burlesque show—because she enjoys giving her introversion a worthy adversary. (Plus, it's the closest to Broadway she’ll ever get.) Lindsey was a proud 2016 Pitch Wars Mentee and thoroughly adores being a part of the wonderful writing community. THE HEARTBEAT HYPOTHESIS is her debut novel.
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