The Heartbeat Hypothesis by Lindsey Frydman - Book Tour + Giveaway
The Heartbeat Hypothesis
by
Lindsey Frydman
Lindsey Frydman
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Contemporary Romance
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.
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.
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.
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.
herself.
And he’s struggling with the fact that his beloved sister’s heart
beats inside her.
beats inside her.
“Audra…I’m
really sorry.”
My mind
was stuck on the way my name sounded coming from him in that low, rough voice.
I wrapped my arms together, running my hands down them to chase away the line
of goosebumps. “It’s fine. I understand.”
His jaw twitched. Fingers flexed and unflexed.
“I’ve still got more pictures to take,” he said, taking a step back. “If you
still want a piano lesson, I’ll be in the rec center at seven on Monday, okay?
Meet me there.”
I nodded,
offering him the best smile I could manage. But as he turned to go, I
whispered, “I’m the one who’s sorry.”
He flashed
me a questioning look. “Sorry for what?”
I lowered
my arms and pressed my palms together. “About Emily.” I’m sorry she’s dead and
I’m not, and that you want her to be standing here and not me. I’m sorry if
this isn’t what she would’ve wanted—me living the life she couldn’t have.
I’d never
seen anyone stand so still and straight-faced for so long. The only movement
was his chest rising and falling with increasing pace.
When he
spoke, agony laced every word. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”
My whole
body trembled, a thousand tiny needles pricked at my skin, and I couldn’t keep
my voice from wavering. “I think…I feel like—”
“No.” He
shook his head, inching toward me again. “I don’t want your pity. I don’t want
you apologizing.”
Peering
across the street at a cluster of trees, I swallowed. The coils in my chest
tightened like a winding rubber band until I thought I might snap in two.
Jake said
my name again, lower this time, and when I looked at him, he was only inches
away. “I have a lot of shit going on. None of it has anything to do with you.”
Two fingers brushed the edge of my cheek, and he gave me a half-hearted smile.
“You just don’t know me that well.”
My skin
burned beneath his light caress. “That’s the whole point,” I whispered, still
shaking. “I don’t know anything about you. But I want to.”
“I’m not
an easy guy to understand.” His fingers drifted down my neck, and he took another
deep inhale before he pulled his hand away.
I’m
beginning to see that. I ran my own hand over the spot where he’d touched me,
then rubbed the back of my neck. “Most people aren’t.”
“I know.”
His eyes grew unfocused as he lifted the camera up. “I’ve got to get back to
work. See you Monday?”
I nodded
and he stepped past me, heading for the back of the house, his shoes crunching
over the dry grass.
Flattening
my palms against my sides, I looked at the porch steps, wishing I didn’t have
to go back inside, through the crush of people. Wishing Jake wasn’t leaving me.
“Hey,” he
called from yards away, his figure merely a shadow beneath the trees. “I want
to know you too.”
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.
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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