Heart Shaped Rock
by Laura Roppe
Release Date: May 2014
Summary from Goodreads:
“If you liked the music
collaboration of Maybe Someday, you’ve got to check out Heart Shaped Rock.” —
New York Times best-selling author of Maybe Someday, Colleen Hoover
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there’s Dean…you'll just have to read the book, ‘cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences.” –Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there’s Dean…you'll just have to read the book, ‘cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences.” –Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
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Excerpt from Heart
Shaped Rock by
Laura Roppé
Nowadays,
no one other than Tiff, Kellan and my teachers says a word to me,
condolence or otherwise. I guess they just don’t know what to say.
I’ve never been much of a talker, anyway, so not chatting about
manicures and boy bands and juice cleanses and hashtags suits me just
fine. I’m not missing out on anything, really. What do I have to
talk about with anyone, anyway? Which cheerleader is hooking up with
Chaz Alvarez this week? Whether glitter eye shadow has jumped the
shark? Whether neon is the new black? How about . . . how my soul
shriveled up and flaked off in one unfathomable day? Or how I’ve
fallen headfirst into an abyss filled with darkness and silence and
nothingness and rage? How about how I’ve awakened to a wet
pillowcase every single morning for the past six months? Or, hey,
maybe how my heart hurts so much, so goddamned much, it literally
physically
hurts, as
if someone has been whacking my heart with a meat tenderizer? It’d
be better not to have a heart at all.
Maybe
my classmates would like to hear about how I’m on the verge of
throwing up at any given moment, thanks to the scent of Mom’s
perfume still wafting through the house, even after all these months.
Or maybe they want to know about how rail-thin and frail she became
at the bitter end, or how her sunken eyes flickered with such deep
apology in that very last moment, I had to turn away? I’m sure they
would all love to hear me say, “How can one person cry this many
tears without actually dying?” I’m sure they want to hear me
admit, “I died that day, too.”
Sure
they do.
And
so, when no one talks to me at school, I don’t talk to them,
either. It’s just that simple. Last month, when Tiffany was absent
for four straight days with a nasty case of strep throat, I literally
didn’t utter so much as a sound the entire time (except for when I
stubbed my toe on a bench in the girls’ locker room).
The
whole nobody-talks-to-Shaynee thing is fine with me, really. The
thing that’s a little bit disturbing, though, if I’m being
totally honest, is that no one even looks
at me anymore. Maybe they don’t want me to think they’re staring
at me with pitying eyes. Maybe they don’t want me to think they’re
analyzing my every sigh and furrowed brow and orphaned expression.
And so they simply don’t look at me at all. I don’t mind. Mostly.
But sometimes, occasionally, if I’m being totally honest, it sucks
ass.
About the Author
Laura Roppé is an
award-winning singer/songwriter, author, audio book narrator, speaker, and
former attorney from San Diego, California. In 2011, Billboard Magazine ranked
her as Number Three on its chart of the Top 50 "uncharted" artists in
the world. In May 2013, Laura began hosting Amazon's weekly podcast,
"Kindle Love Stories," for people who love hearing about love
stories, romance, and happily ever afters.Her first book is the non-fiction memoir, Rocking the Pink. Her latest is a YA-teen romance novel entitled Heart Shaped Rock, featuring a soundtrack.
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