Welcome to The Bookish Babe's stop on the Fragile Blog Tour. I had the pleasure of reading Fragile last Spring (my review), and was truly touched by the sweet love story of Hardy and Miracle. The tour is being hosted by AToMR Book Tours; you can find the complete tour schedule here. My stop includes an excerpt from Fragile and the tour giveaway.
Genre: Contemporary Young AdultPublisher: M. Leighton Books
Publication Date: 4/12
Her heart, as delicate as glass. His love, as strong as steel. Can either survive life and death?
Hardy Bradford is an eighteen year old football phenomenon who has the girl, the school, the town and the future in the palm of his hand. His life is all mapped out for him, right down to who he’ll marry and how he’ll become a professional football player. It doesn't seem to matter that Hardy would’ve chosen a much different life if it was up to him. But it's not. At least not until his Miracle comes along.
The first time Hardy laid eyes on Miracle St. James, he didn’t know who she was, but he knew she was something different and that he’d never get her out of his head. And he didn’t. Now, months later, Hardy’s world is turned upside down when Miracle shows up in his class, stealing his heart and forever changing the course of his life.
Miracle’s sick. Very sick. And Hardy might be losing the only thing in his life that has ever mattered. How much is too much to sacrifice for the one you love? For just a little more time? For just one more chance? Can Hardy be the hero Miracle needs? Or is it Hardy that needs saving?
Excerpt
(a text conversation between Miracle and Hardy)
I’m sorry about the other day in the woods.
I’ve missed you at school.
After agonizing about
it for a while, Hardy finally decided to let it go, reminding himself what’s
done is done. He couldn’t undo it and texting more in an attempt at damage
control would likely only make things worse. So, putting his phone aside, Hardy
turned onto his side and tried to put it—and Miracle—out of his mind.
When he heard the
ding of an incoming message, he nearly rolled out of bed scrambling to grab his
phone.
My fault.
Not yours. And I can’t explain why, but I miss you, too.
Hardy’s heart raced.
Suddenly, he was no longer the least bit tired; he was elated.
Sitting up in bed,
Hardy cautioned himself not to read too much into the short message. Two
questions chased each other through his brain: what did the message mean
and what did he want it to mean.
He’d been so wrapped
up in just experiencing Miracle, in being in awe of her that he hadn’t
really taken the time to think about what he wanted from her. But he needed
to. Miracle had been through so much. A girl like that deserved his
thoughtfulness rather than his impulsiveness, his selfishness.
As he sat in the dark
thinking about her—the way she made him feel, the way her eyes sparkled with
mischief, the way she viewed the world, her strength, her kindness—he realized
that all he wanted from her was time. Time with her. Time in her presence.
All the other things he thought about were things he’d like to do for
her. Well, with the exception of the long list of things he wanted to do
to her.
Hardy felt himself
harden just thinking about sex with Miracle, so he pushed the thoughts aside.
Miracle deserved more than just his lust, too. And she would get it. What she
probably didn’t realize was that she already had it. She just had to accept
it. He was already hers for the taking.
Impulsively, Hardy
typed a response.
Can I see
you?
He didn’t care that
his father would freak if he found out. He didn’t care that it was over an
hour’s drive each way. He didn’t care that it was the middle of the night. He
didn’t care that he was technically at the lake house with someone else. His
heart was already back in Middleton. With Miracle. The rest was just
logistics.
He held his breath as
he awaited a response. The screen went black in its silence. He hoped she
didn’t cuss him out for his audacity, although he couldn’t imagine Miracle doing
any such thing.
When finally she
responded, Hardy’s pulse thrummed with anxiety. And anticipation.
Now?
Hardy smiled. At
least it wasn’t a no.
No, in about
an hour.
Viewing her answer as
a good sign, Hardy got up and hurriedly pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved
t-shirt. They’d been having unseasonably cool weather, where the temperature
would drop down into the fifties at night. He was sure if she agreed, he’d have
to see her outdoors.
He was pushing his
feet into tennis shoes when his phone sounded again. He held his breath as he
picked it up to read the display.
Park at the
dead end and text me when you get here. I’ll come out.
Hardy pumped his fist
in the air then felt ridiculous for being so inordinately pleased. He wanted to
tell himself that Miracle was just a girl, but he knew that wasn’t the case.
Miracle wasn’t just a girl. She was…something special.
He paused only long enough to text her
on my way before sneaking quietly out his bedroom door to
peek down the hall. Thankfully, the house was quiet. It appeared everyone had
gone to bed.
Tour Giveaway
I was born and raised in the United States, and I’ve lived in several of the fabulous fifty. Though I currently live in the deep South, I spent much of my childhood up North and hope to return there one day. A few other things about me: I believe that sometimes you have to look really, REALLY hard to find the good in people, but it's there. I believe that I'm shrinking (I swear five years ago I was two inches taller). I believe my husband is quite possibly one of the most amazing men in the entire world (I can't be sure because I haven't met all of them). I believe coffee and chocolate, when combined, could be the basis for world peace. I believe that Jesus rocks and communism doesn’t. I believe that white makes me look fat and black collects lint. I believe summer's too hot, winter's too cold and fall was made for football. I like dogs better than cats and the first movie in a trilogy is invariably the best. But most of all, I believe that love conquers all.Connect with author M. Leighton at:
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