You guys, get ready for the sweetest, sexiest, most heartfelt romance! I DEVOURED Heartland in one sitting. You will fall head over heels in LOVE with Dylan and Chastity! They have the BEST personalities. Their sweet story is all unrequited love / friends-to-lovers you will not forget. The feels are achy and tender and the sexy times are brimming with tension and chemistry. This book is soooooooo HOT, hot enough to light your kindle on fire. Today, we have an EXCLUSIVE excerpt that will make you want to read this. I can’t even tell you. It’s so good and I more than LOVED this story.
And PS: Heartland can be read as a standalone. I have only read two other books in the True North Series (Bittersweet and Steadfast) and didn’t feel like I missed anything while reading Heartland. That said, reading Dylan and Chastity’s story made me remember how much I LOVE this series and how badly I need to go and read the 4 books I missed. I adored Sarina’s writing. Her stories are funny and charming and real and romantic. Definitely a must read author.
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An emotional friends to lovers romance full of risky secrets and late-night lessons in seduction.
Dylan is my best friend, and the only person in my life who understands me. He doesn’t mind my social awkwardness or my weird history. The only glitch? He doesn’t know that I’ve been hopelessly, desperately in love with him since the first day we picked apples together in his family’s orchard.
But I know better than to confess.
Now that I’ve joined him at college, I’m seeing a new side of him. This Dylan drinks and has a lot of sex. None of it with me.
Until the moment I foolishly ask him to tutor me in more than algebra…and he actually says yes.
One crazy night sets our friendship on fire. But now my heart lies in ashes, and nothing will ever be the same again.
Heartland is a standalone college romance set in the True North world. Expect: a young, broody farmer, a giant crush, tasty caramels, cute goats and late night confessions.
“This again,” I grumble. “You’re telling me what I need. And you don’t get to do that. But if it’s not going to be you, then it isn’t. I’ll find someone else to tutor me.”
“Tutor you,” he repeats. “In…?” He doesn’t finish the question, probably because he doesn’t believe that I really mean it.
“Sex,” I say. “I’m twenty-one, and I’m tired of being everybody’s naive little friend. If you can’t wrap your head around that, or if you don’t want the job, I’ll find someone who does.”
His eyes darken dangerously. “Who?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug, hoping for nonchalance. “Someone. Maybe Rickie will have an idea. Or Keith.”
Alarm crosses his features. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“So what? Like you’ve never had any terrible ideas? I’ll just go to more parties. I’ll wear my red silk blouse again. Kaitlyn noticed it. She said I looked slutty.” An edge of hysteria creeps into my voice at the memory. “You didn’t even correct her. Although I’ve never gotten the chance to try slutty out.”
His face drops, and I know I’ve struck a blow.
“Do you know what you said instead?”
He shakes his head, his brown eyes full of sorrow.
“You told her to grab the bed rail with both hands.”
“Jesus.” He covers his eyes with one hand. “You’re right. I was an idiot.”
But I’m too worked up to stop. “So don’t sit here and tell me that sex kills a friendship. Because there’s lots of other ways of doing that.”
“You’re right. Christ.” He reaches out and scoops me into a big, full-body hug.
That’s what finally shuts me up—Dylan’s strong arms encircling me. His hugs are always overwhelming, but we’ve never hugged when we’ve been horizontal, and I’m unprepared for the press of his hard body against mine, our feet tangling beneath the bedclothes. His brown eyes are just inches away.
He lifts his chin and presses his lips to my forehead.
And maybe it could have ended there—with a chaste peck. But my reaction is swift and fierce, and without even thinking, I lift my hands to catch his perfectly cut jaw. I hold onto that kiss, my thumb sliding over his cheekbone, my body easing closer to his. As if I could prevent him from ever letting go.
His lips part on my skin, pausing. Uncertain. He holds me a little more tightly as he kisses the bridge of my nose. And then my cheekbone.
Time slows all the way down to zero, as I wait to see what happens next. If I were a different girl, I would just take what I wanted. I’d throw a leg over his hip and kiss him like a starlet in a Hollywood film.
But I’ll never be that girl. I’m stuck being the kind of girl who waits and hopes. The best I can do is stroke my thumb sweetly across his face, tracing the perfect curve of his cheekbone. My touch is reverent, so filled with yearning.
Maybe he can sense it, because he kisses the corner of my eye, and then the corner of my mouth.
It’s like gravity, really, the way we come together. His lips feel inevitable as they slide toward mine. His breath is warm and minty as our lips finally touch. I get a glimpse of soft brown eyes before they drift closed.
He sinks into our kiss, the way you slide into a hot bath. And that’s exactly how it feels—hot and wonderful and all encompassing. Heat sizzles through my body, and I part my lips helplessly.
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PS: This is a series of interconnected standalones! You can read in order or you can read them by themselves!