Hi guys! Today, we have a tour stop from the Fragile blog tour, which will run from October 22 to 27. You’ll find an exclusive excerpt and tour-wide giveaway below. :) [This blog tour is hosted by AToMR Tours]
Author: M. Leighton
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?
“I want one, Mommy! I want one!”
The cry of the child came from somewhere to the left. Hardy’s eyes darted to a young boy and his mother for only an instant before returning to the girl. She drew his eye like the shore draws the ocean. Nothing seemed as interesting, as captivating, as important as the face of that girl.
The girl had turned in the boy’s direction, and from his peripheral vision Hardy could see the child dragging his mother forward, toward the bench, his short arm raised to point at the bright red balloon.
“Where did you get that, sweetie?” the mother asked of the girl, her tone polite and gentle.
“I brought it with me,” the girl answered, her voice like smooth, cool water.
“Did you bring more? I want one,” the boy whined.
“Gabe, shh! Don’t be rude.”
“No, I didn’t,” the girl replied, her brow wrinkling in shared disappointment. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” the boy said, his voice clearly indicating that it was anything but okay.
“Come on, Gabe. We can get you a balloon another day. How about some ice cream?” the mother bribed.
“I’ve already had ice cream,” he moaned. “And I’m the only one at the party that didn’t get a balloon. Why can’t I get one today?”
The heartbreak in the boy’s voice was so evident, Hardy managed to drag his eyes away from the girl just long enough to glance at Gabe; his face was nothing short of crestfallen and his chin trembled with emotion.
“Did you go to a party today?” the girl asked.
The boy nodded.
“But you didn’t get a balloon to take home?”
He shook his head, one fat tear escaping to roll slowly down his rounded cheek.
“Everyone else got one, but not me.”
The girl slid off the end of the bench to kneel in front of the little boy. Pulling off the ribbon that was tied around her wrist anchoring the balloon to her frail body, she held it out toward Gabe. When he didn’t immediately step forward, the girl nodded encouragingly and smiled. Hardy’s breath caught in his chest. He was completely mesmerized by the simple gesture. In the back of his mind, he was certain he’d never seen anything more beautiful, more perfect than her smile.
“Here. Take mine. I can get another one,” she assured.
“You don’t have to do that,” the mother offered, grabbing Gabe’s hand when he reached to take the ribbon from her grasp; he was anxious to get hold of the coveted balloon.
“Please,” the girl said. “I want to. I want him to have it.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded again, her smile never faltering. “I’m sure.”
Thrilled, Gabe snatched the balloon from the girl’s hand, turning immediately to run excitedly toward an open expanse of grass to play with his new toy.
“I’m sorry. He’s not usually that rude,” the mother explained, visibly embarrassed. “But thank you. Really,” she called behind her as she scurried off to catch up to her son.
Hardy’s gaze dropped once more to the girl. She remained on her knees, her head turned toward the boy where he ran in wide circles, the red balloon bobbing in the air above his head.
“Why did you give it to him?” the younger girl asked. “You’ve been talking about letting that balloon go for months.”
Hardy saw the girl’s chest rise and fall on a sigh.
“Because it made him smile, Mila. Look at him.”
The younger girl, Mila, turned her head to watch Gabe as he frolicked.
“But still,” she argued.
“No, no buts. He needed it more than I do.”
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