Monday, June 30, 2014

"Heart Shaped Rock" by Laura Roppé

Heart Shaped Rock
by Laura Roppé

Heart Shaped Rock is currently on tour with YA Bound Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a character interview and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again ... Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend ... and then burst at the seams. 

Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock on the author's website

Book Trailer

Featured Review
I just finished reading Laura's Heart Shaped Rock novel. Wow, wow, wow! It kept me interested the whole way through. I kept thinking about a movie that should be made from this book ... the star would have to be Jennifer Lawrence!!! I hope she can sing!
The characters were so well defined and kept me reading for more and more in depth descriptions. Laura really knows how to write for the reader to be so excited they don't want to put the book down. It was emotional to say the least, but captivating and deep!
Laura, I hope you are working on your next novel!

Character Interview With Shaynee Sullivan
Shaynee Sullivan joins me one day before the book begins. How old are you, Shaynee?
What are your likes?
Well, if you’d asked me that six and a half months ago, I’d have answered “music.” But I haven’t even touched my guitar since Mom died six months ago. So, nowadays, I guess the answer to that question would have to begin and end with my best friend, Tiffany. I don’t know what I’d do without her - especially these days. Most days, Tiffany’s literally the only person who even speaks to me, let alone looks at me, other than my dad and brother, of course (but they don’t count). Well, and Kellan, her boyfriend, too. But come to think of it, Kellan and Tiffany are so ga ga about each other, they’ve sort of morphed into one person (Kiffany? Tellan?), so Kellan doesn’t really count.
At first, when I returned to school right after mom died, kids who’d never even glanced at me before approached me to say how sorry they were about Mom. But then, after just a few weeks, the condolences and pats on my shoulder faded away and were replaced by . . . silence. I guess they just didn’t know what to say. Nowadays, I’m the Incredible Invisible Girl. I’ve never been much of a talker, anyway, so not chatting about manicures and boy bands and juice cleanses and hashtags suits me just fine. What do I have to talk about with anyone, anyway? About how I’m on the verge of throwing up at any given moment, thanks to the scent of Mom’s perfume still wafting through the house, even after all these months? Or about how rail-thin and frail she became at the bitter end, or how her sunken eyes flickered with such deep apology in that very last moment, I had to turn away?
The whole nobody-talks-to-Shaynee thing is fine with me, really. The thing that’s a little bit disturbing, though, if I’m being totally honest, is that no one even looks at me anymore. Maybe they don’t want me to think they’re staring at me with pitying eyes. Maybe they don’t want me to think they’re analyzing my every sigh and furrowed brow and orphaned expression. And so they simply don’t look at me at all. I don’t mind. Mostly. But sometimes, occasionally, if I’m being totally honest, it sucks ass.
What are your dislikes?
Oh, sorry. I think I kind of already answered that in my “likes.” Oh, wait, I have another one I can add. My annoying little brother, Lennox. I mean, I love him, of course. He’s my brother. And I have to admit his music videos are pretty entertaining. But he’s so “emotionally intelligent” and “good at expressing his feelings,” he sometimes makes me want to play Whack-a-Mole on his head. I just wish he wouldn’t talk about Mom so much is all. That way, maybe I could just . . . keep on pretending she’s still here. That way, maybe I could make it through one goddamned day without crying my eyes out. I’m done with crying. I’m done.
Thanks for stopping by, Shaynee.

About the Author
Laura Roppé is an award-winning singer/songwriter, author, audio book narrator, speaker, and former attorney from San Diego, California. In 2011, Billboard Magazine ranked her as Number Three on its chart of the Top 50 "uncharted" artists in the world. In May 2013, Laura began hosting Amazon's weekly podcast, "Kindle Love Stories," for people who love hearing about love stories, romance, and happily ever afters.
Her first book is the non-fiction memoir, Rocking the Pink. Her latest is a YA-teen romance novel entitled Heart Shaped Rock, featuring a soundtrack.

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