Title: Ten Tiny Breaths
Author: K.A. Tucker

Kacey Cleary’s whole life imploded four years ago in a drunk-driving accident. Now she’s working hard to bury the pieces left behind—all but one. Her little sister, Livie. Kacey can swallow the constant disapproval from her born-again aunt Darla over her self-destructive lifestyle; she can stop herself from going kick-boxer crazy on Uncle Raymond when he loses the girls’ college funds at a blackjack table. She just needs to keep it together until Livie is no longer a minor, and then they can get the hell out of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
But when Uncle Raymond slides into bed next to Livie one night, Kacey decides it’s time to run. Armed with two bus tickets and dreams of living near the coast, Kacey and Livie start their new lives in a Miami apartment complex, complete with a grumpy landlord, a pervert upstairs, and a neighbor with a stage name perfectly matched to her chosen “profession.” But Kacey’s not worried. She can handle all of them. What she can’t handle is Trent Emerson in apartment 1D.
Kacey doesn’t want to feel. She doesn’t. It’s safer that way. For everyone. But sexy Trent finds a way into her numb heart, reigniting her ability to love again. She starts to believe that maybe she can leave the past where it belongs and start over. Maybe she’s not beyond repair.
But Kacey isn’t the only one who’s broken. Seemingly perfect Trent has an unforgiveable past of his own; one that, when discovered, will shatter Kacey’s newly constructed life and send her back into suffocating darkness.

I have to start off by saying that anything K.A. Tucker writes, I will one-click. Ms. Tucker’s writing is flawless.

The premise – finding yourself after a tragedy is one that has been written many times over. BUT, I have not read a story like this. Kacey Cleary is a broken heroine. She’s trying to live her life after her parents died in a tragedy. It’s tough enough to do this while you’re alone. How much more when you have a little sister that you have to look out for? To make matters worse, their Uncle Raymond has started to look at her little sister with “interest” and Kacey has made the decision that they have to get out of that house. Moving to another place becomes the setting for the whole story. In the apartment where they move to, they form friendships with unlikely people, people that they may have never bothered to even talk to in their previous lives. It’s also in this place, where Kacey meets a mysterious guy named Trent.

Trent is trying to find a way to reconcile with his past mistake. A mistake that has cost him to run from his own life. The author weaves the connections between the characters so intricately that the readers are kept in suspense and kept wanting to read more. I don’t want to give away too much because REALLY, you have to read it!

My favorite line in this book? There are so many…But here are the top three:

“Our past isn’t who we are. I’m me and you’re you and that’s what we need to be.”

“I want to make you smile. For real. Always. We’re going to go for dinners, and see movies, and walk on the beach. We’ll go hang gliding, or bungee jumping, or whatever you want to do…Let me make you smile.”

“Forever’s not long enough when it’s with you.”

This is just exceptional writing! I am looking forward to MANY of Ms. Tucker’s books in the future. Thank you for such a wonderful story!



5 BREATHTAKING STARS!!!
Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. 
She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. 
Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.


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