Author take over! 

The author of The Heartbreak Cure, Amanda Ashby, contacted me and wanted to know if she could do a post of some sort for the release of her upcoming release. And I said sure, why not! She included some of what she most enjoyed and why she chose certain things. She also was kind enough to include an excerpt from her novel! A big thanks to Amanda for contacting and sharing with me her thoughts on The Heartbreak Cure! 

One of the things I enjoyed most about writing The Heartbreak Cure was creating the legend of the heartbreak brownies that Alex’s grandmother Birdie gives to people who need them.

I loved the idea that while the brownies themselves didn’t actually have any magical ingredients, they always seemed to work. In Cat’s case it was because the brownies were delivered by Alex, which brought him back into her life after not seeing him around much. Of course the fact that Birdie is eighty-six and in an assisted living facility across town made Cat realize just how far the news of her heartbreak had spread!

As for why I decided on brownies, it’s because they are one of the few things I can bake without burning! Plus, obviously they are delicious and you would have to be heartbroken indeed to not eat them! 


He grabbed a shower and was just toweling off his hair when there was a knock at the door.  He frowned as he hastily dragged his T-shirt on and stepped into his jeans.

It would be Pete, the other mechanic, probably kicked out again by his girlfriend and wanting to bunk on Alex’s couch. He yanked the door open, and his mouth dropped.


She was wearing her favorite band T-shirt tied in at her waist to show off just a hint of stomach. She looked cute as all hell. His skin prickled, and his eyes drifted to her full lips, slick with some kind of pale gloss. Edible.

Oh, crap.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher than he intended, and he watched the color rise in her cheeks. Smooth.

“Hey,” she said as she clutched at her backpack. Her hair was hanging down around her shoulders, and her dark eyes were shining. “Your hair’s wet.”

“Shower,” he said before wincing. He was really mastering the inane today.

“Oh.” She looked down to her boots and then peered up from between her lashes. “Is it weird I’m here?”

Weird? Dangerous? Brain melting?
Tough one to call.
“Um, no I guess it’s fine. Is everything okay? It’s not Bennet?”

“What?” Her face wrinkled before understanding seemed to dawn. “No, nothing like that. It’s good news, and I wanted to tell you, but then it seemed dumb to call when I had to run an errand and was walking straight past here. But then when I knocked, I suddenly wondered if it—”

“Might be weird,” he finished. She was still on the top stair while he clutched the door in some kind of stand-off. “Do you want to come in?”

“Sure. I mean, yeah,” she said, though her mouth was set in an uncertain line as he stepped back. He caught her scent—it was sunshine and oak trees and safety.

And it could lead directly to trouble.

“Cool.” He took another step back as she swept past and scanned the room, no doubt taking in the wallpaper, which was an explosion of brown swirls. It might’ve worked in some hipster café, but in a beat-up old apartment it was headache inducing.

“I’m not sure what I imagined your place would be like, but this wasn’t it.” She looked around.

“Yeah, well, I’m in the middle of changing decorators. You know how tough it can be.”

“The pain is real, my friend.” She grinned as she walked over to the old couch. 

End of excerpt

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