Title: Change of Heart
Author: KM Neuhold
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: June 17, 2019
Does my husband's heart still miss me now that it beats in the chest of another man?
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A heartbeat more familiar than Easton’s own
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He vowed to love his husband until death do they part. And then the worst happened.
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His heart kept another man alive. River. A stranger in the world with Easton's husband's heart pumping the blood that warms his skin. Does his heart ever miss Easton without knowing why?
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Sweet, kind, beautiful, River. Easton never meant to meet him...never meant to know him...never meant to fall for him.
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Easton loved River's heart long before he ever met him, but is it possible he’s falling in love with his mind and soul too?
***Change of Heart is a stand alone story with strong hurt/comfort themes, mild bisexual awakening themes, and a HEA***
He licks his lips, and I can’t take another second of not knowing what they taste like, what they would feel like against mine, so I lean in, closing the space between us. His breath fans over my lips, his eyelids lowering to half-mast as he waits to see what’s going to happen next. I’m not sure if I’m giving him time to push me away or simply savoring the anticipation—probably a little of both.
Easton makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, his nose brushing against mine before our lips are pressed together. Fully, firmly, irrevocably, I’m kissing a man, and my heart starts to soar. I drag my hands through his hair, grasping his head to pull him closer as our mouths move in tandem. There are no tongues, no groping hands or rutting bodies, like in my dreams; it’s simply our lips learning the feel of each other and somehow, it’s the hottest kiss I’ve had in my life.
When my lips part to deepen the kiss, the salty taste of tears finds its way into my mouth, and I pull back to find wet tracks down Easton’s blushing cheeks.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, should I not have done that?” I pull my hands away, my gut twisting with guilt at how much pleasure I took from a kiss he clearly didn’t want.
“No, it’s not you,” he assures me, reaching for my hand again and linking our fingers. “It’s…it’s complicated.”
“I’m the first person you’ve kissed since Paul?” I guess.
“Yes,” he admits. “But, it’s more than that.”
“Tell me?”
A sad smile crosses his lips, and he lifts his free hand to my face, cupping my jaw and dragging his thumb along my cheek. “God help me, I do want you.” His words almost seem more for himself than for me, but they light a desperate longing in the pit of my stomach.
“You can have me,” I whisper, turning my head and pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.
“Whatever is so complicated it can’t be more important than the way you make me feel. Tell me you feel it too.”
Easton makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, his nose brushing against mine before our lips are pressed together. Fully, firmly, irrevocably, I’m kissing a man, and my heart starts to soar. I drag my hands through his hair, grasping his head to pull him closer as our mouths move in tandem. There are no tongues, no groping hands or rutting bodies, like in my dreams; it’s simply our lips learning the feel of each other and somehow, it’s the hottest kiss I’ve had in my life.When my lips part to deepen the kiss, the salty taste of tears finds its way into my mouth, and I pull back to find wet tracks down Easton’s blushing cheeks.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, should I not have done that?” I pull my hands away, my gut twisting with guilt at how much pleasure I took from a kiss he clearly didn’t want.
“I’m the first person you’ve kissed since Paul?” I guess.
“Yes,” he admits. “But, it’s more than that.”
“Tell me?”
A sad smile crosses his lips, and he lifts his free hand to my face, cupping my jaw and dragging his thumb along my cheek. “God help me, I do want you.” His words almost seem more for himself than for me, but they light a desperate longing in the pit of my stomach.
“You can have me,” I whisper, turning my head and pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.
“Whatever is so complicated it can’t be more important than the way you make me feel. Tell me you feel it too.”
Author K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together. She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series. When she's not writing she's a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero...just kidding, she's likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.
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