Release Blitz with Review: The Truth About Heartbreak by B.Celeste

June 3, 2019

Title: The Truth About Heartbreak
Author: B. Celeste
Genre: Forbidden Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2019


I fell in love with him when I was thirteen years old.

He was older, mysterious, and unattainable. The guy I could never touch.

Then one night changed everything for us. But there was one huge problem.

He belonged to her.

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“River James will always be mine. Even if she doesn’t want to be. Even is she can’t be.” 

The Truth about Heartbreak tells the tumultuous love story about two people who had a lot stacked against them. This was about broken characters that gave us heartbreak and during their darkest moments, they found strength within each other and not only learned how to heal, but they found the greatest gift of all: Unconditional Love. 

There’s this Universal saying that someone has been through hell and back and those words have never been more true for River James. Growing up in the foster care system, this girl has seen it all and been through it all. Now given a chance at a new life with her own forever home, River finally has the one thing that she’s always wanted. A loving family. Despite her new surroundings, there’s one thing in the back of her mind: some scars, don’t always heal but new friendships can help. 

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Everett Tucker has been through his fair of tragedy in his lifetime but if there’s one thing that he’s not lacking is love and support from his best friend’s family who’ve become like second parents to him. With the new addition to the James household, Everett immediately feels a bond with the shy and timid girl. As the years go by, their friendship starts to turn into something more with unspoken words and forbidden wants. Will they cross the line and burn everything in their wake or will this be the road to their very complicated love story? 

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The truth about Heartbreak is that there is no such thing. It’s your soul that shatters, along with every fiber of your being that screams for another person”. 

From the moment I read the synopsis for this book, I knew that I had to have it. Forbidden romance is my weakness and even though I was expecting a little bit more on the forbidden side, I still liked the premise of the story and I loved the past scenes. Those were my absolute favorite and the author did an amazing job with capturing their youth and showing their ultimate growth. 

Now I’ll admit that I had to really restrain myself from not throwing my tablet because a certain character had me plotting out A lot of alibis and I wanted to shake them!! I kept asking myself, how are you not in fictional jail yet?!! They tested me on another level but I will say that they redeemed themselves a bit and I was thankful for that because I was out of bail money. 

Aside from that, I really enjoyed this one and knowing that this is the author’s debut book, I really cannot wait to see what she’s going to come up with next. Her characters are complex, witty, passionate and down right entertaining. If your looking for a friends to lovers romance with a forbidden feel, then you should really give this one a try.



River / Present / 23

The velvet caress of silk sheets against my bare skin leaves me hyperaware of what I’ve done. Early morning sunlight slips through the cracked blinds and kisses my exposed back, coating the room in soft pinks and yellows. 
Steady, rhythmic breathing sounds from behind me. In, out. In, out. It’s a melody that makes my muscles lock, too afraid to reacquaint my eyes with every dip and curve of chiseled muscle displayed inches away.
His natural musky scent wraps around me, overwhelming my senses until my heart thumps wildly in my chest. It doesn’t take away the memories of lingering touches, gentle kisses, and an overpowering sense of belonging. And less than twelve hours ago, I belonged to Everett Tucker in ways I never thought possible in the ten years of knowing him.
His touches scorched me.
His kisses burned me.
And his body…
The mattress dips with the shift of his weight. I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’s awake. When his soft snores echo in the half-empty room, I release the breath and white knuckle the sheets against my breasts. Carefully, I sit up and squeeze my eyes closed like it’ll soften the blow of reality.
I wait for the pounding headache or quake of unavoidable nausea to punish me, but my conscience reminds me of what I already know. I wasn’t drunk last night. What I’ve done can’t be blamed on alcohol.
My hand drags across my bare neck until my heart thunders in pure panic over my missing possession. I swallow my anxiety when I catch the silver chain resting on the night stand and remember the very moment he took it off me.
Nothing but skin. That’s what he said he wanted between us. I’ve only taken this necklace off to shower and sleep. It goes everywhere with me, the silver paint palette and brush charms sweeping over my heartbeat as a reminder that he cares. But in the moment I had him as more than a wish, a hope, a dream, he didn’t want it lingering.
Nothing but skin.
My fingertips touch the newest charm, a cracked heart, and I suck in a short breath when the contact shocks me. Clenching the sheets tighter to me, I turn slightly to peek through my peripheral and see a tussle of dirty blond hair against my starch white pillow case.
Look, my conscience taunts. Look at him.
Slivers of tan skin make their way into my sight as I shift, my gaze drifting up the mountain of hard muscles that form his toned biceps as they wrap around a pillow. Worrying my bottom lip, my heart summersaults in my chest when the curve of his square jaw comes into view. The sharp line of it is coated with early morning shadow that he’ll shave despite preferring a thin layer of stubble.
He looks peaceful when he’s sleeping; the hard edge he normally radiates eased to a laxed slumber. From this angle, I can see the faded white scar that stretches from the bottom of his left ear along the curve of his throat, landing just above his pulse. You wouldn’t know it’s there unless you know the story, and he doesn’t tell just anybody.
But I’m not just anybody.
Especially not now.
My throat tightens from the emotions lodging in the back of it as I scope out his sculpted body. He works hard for every muscle, spends countless hours in the gym or training at the fire department, and it shows. The man sleeping beside me has been a figment of my imagination that I’ve conjured thousands of times, but his body is a masterpiece I never could have perfected unless I saw it in person.
I absorb the memory of his body spread on my mattress, bare to me. Every vulnerability laying in a mess of sheets, open to pull apart and dissect and regret when the sun fully rises. 
Less than twelve hours ago I belonged to the minty eyed boy I’ve loved since I was thirteen. But Everett Tucker isn’t mine to love.
He stirs when I rise from bed.
“Everett,” I whisper brokenly, my heart shattering inside my chest. I can feel the pieces splintering apart as I choke out my final words. “We made a mistake.”

Author Bio

B. Celeste is the alter ego of Barbara C. Doyle.

Her obsession with forbidden romance enabled her to pave a path into a new world of love, sex, sin, and angst.

Her debut novel is The Truth about Heartbreak.

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