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Monday, March 1, 2021

Cover Reveal: Paper Hearts



Title: Paper Hearts
Author: Brittany Taylor
Genre: Enemies to Lovers Romance
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs
Release Date: March 26, 2021


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Asher Owens.

Gorgeous. Arrogant. Liar.

It’s been ten years since Asher left me with nothing but the remains of our shattered dreams.

The last place I expected to see him was at a small bar in a city of over eight million.

With my heart set on expanding my business, I needed one of New York City’s best real estate executives. Little did I know it would be the same man who had torn my heart like a piece of paper before setting it on fire.

Once my gaze lands on his, I know Asher is no longer the boy I loved when I was eighteen. No, this Asher treated me like a stranger. All for the sake of not wanting to sift through the ashes of our past.

Yet Asher’s arrogance rivaled any sort of rejection, even mine. Using his own selfish ambition, he needed me to claw his way to the top.

Despite his true motives, I had foolishly let him back in.

I’d fallen in love with Asher Owens once before and this time I would try my best not to make the same mistake twice.







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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





EXCERPT

Asher lifts his glass to his lips, stifling a laugh against the rim. His shoulders shudder as he holds in his remarks.
“What?” I ask, annoyed. When did he become so arrogant?
“Nothing.” He frowns, three lines creasing his forehead. The small dimple in his cheek reappears with his smug grin.
“No,” I say. This time I turn my body completely toward him. The one beer I’ve had has already begun to warm my body, emboldening me. “I know you want to say something, Asher. So just say it.”
“My opinion doesn’t matter anymore, Charleigh. It hasn’t for a long time. Do what you want.”
“Fine.” I press my mouth firmly shut, clenching my teeth. The pressure I put on them makes my head pound. Asher’s words cut through me. This is not the man I knew when I was a teenager. This man is narcissistic and arrogant. “You’re right—I can do what I want.” I stand up, unwilling to take any more of Asher’s shit. I turn to Trey and Mel. “I’m sorry, but I think I should go home. Thanks for inviting me, Trey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Mel.”
I step out from behind the bench and head toward the entrance to the fence leading to the street. I’ve nearly made it to the exit when Asher steps in front of me.
I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath. “Get out of my way, Asher.”
I open them to find he’s still standing in front of me. My eyes move along his body all the way from his feet to his chest.
Dammit. Why does he look so damn good?
I push past him and the thoughts running rampant through my mind. I walk through the gate, staying close to the building as I make my way to the sidewalk.
“I know you’re an adult and you’re smart, Charleigh. That’s the only reason I keep warning you about Riley.” Asher is still behind me.
“Well, just stop.” I spin around. My voice has intensified, rising out of my chest with more force than I intended. “It’s not helping. You’re actually proving to me why it’s not a good idea to hire you over Riley. It’s too complicated.”
Asher stares at me with a blank expression. “Hiring him will be a mistake.”
“Actually…” I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes. “I think the mistake would be hiring you. Good night, Asher.”






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Brittany Taylor grew up all over the world including places such as California, England and Texas. Today she resides in Connecticut with her husband, two sons, two cats, and a dog. She loves reading but loves writing even more. Her favorite things in life are her family, binge watching Golden Girls, and tacos.


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