I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow.

I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.

But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage

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Sharon Thérèse’s 5 Star Review

My first thoughts after turning the last page; what  a simply magnificent read. My dilemma. How on earth was I going to write a review worthy of such a heart wrenching and beautiful book? I do hope I am able to give it the justice deserved, resonated in my head. Even though I haven’t read all of this author’s works, the ones I had were more than enjoyable. But Bring Down The Stars; ooh my, what an emotional roller-coaster ride in the first instalment of the Beautiful Hearts Duet! I really have strong feelings about this love story. Scott’s delved deeply into her soul to develop a relationship between her two male characters who are like chalk and cheese. But their friendship works so damn well together, they literally took my breath away. Now then, I’m a sucker for a good cry, so if you’re like me and prone to getting teary-eyed, I’d recommend not one man-sized hanky but three!

The prologue. It instantly grabbed my attention because what Weston Turner experienced was the cause of so much anguish and distress. It is the force behind his attitude, the root of his bitterness. Also, being at an age of awareness showed me that the result of this happening was sufficient motivation for him to want to move on. And although at times this was a matter of personal consternation, he tried hard to make things better, if only for his family’s sake. Thinking he was in control of his emotions is quite a different story altogether; nonetheless, a new beginning presented itself; an unknown journey overflowing with heartache and happiness.

Wes and Connor Drake met under not such brilliant circumstances but would learn to love each other like brothers, for what they are, faults and all…the whole shebang. This made me think of my son; the steadfast friends he has cherished over the years, their tolerance and forgiveness, how my heart sings when I listen to their banter, observe their jovial man hugs. Wes and Connor have exactly that except in their case, it’s far from plain sailing.

Connor is a good-looking happy-go-lucky kinda guy, doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, but came across to me as a tad self-centered where the opposite sex is concerned. I mean, even when you’re out to prove yourself, nobody’s perfect, eh? Whether you think he unwillingly complicates Wes’s life or not is for you to judge, I personally couldn’t lay all the blame on him. What I will say is I would have gladly jumped into my Kindle and knocked their heads together!

Wes is as drop-dead gorgeous and ripped as he is stubborn. To the point of being rude, he has little time or patience for conversation or socializing. Apart from being intelligent and having a hidden talent, he has an unbeatable track record in running, which wasn’t a surprise seeing that the reasons for him competing in this sport is made clear early on in the story. A book nerd too, his most important gift I’m not going to say a word about. Ladies, you will swoon, want to pull your hair out, scream at the top of your voice…this guy’s gonna put you through the wringer and you won’t come out unscathed. Just a warning!

Autumn. What a lovely name for an even lovelier gal. In fact, her unassuming beauty draws everyone’s attention, the lads included. Whilst a romantic at heart, she has grounds for not wanting to get involved or time for distractions. Nothing is that simple, lines become blurred and here folks is where I’m going to stop because I have absolutely no wish to let on.

If I had to give one of them center stage, it would be Wes. I didn’t read the blurb until after finishing Bring Down The Stars and beg you to do the same. Now I’ve said that I can’t tell you why I feel this way. Just trust me on this please, ladies. Connor was as important to me as was Wes and Autumn. The latter two narrate from a dual point of view; however, plenty of dialogue and thoughts abound, so I had no trouble bonding with Connor. They all have a unique story that needs to be heard, understood and more importantly, a love which will break even the hardest reader’s heart.

What can I say to you Emma that I’m sure many readers have said already? Your writing is exquisite, your storyline original, moving and flows like a dream. The book’s structure is different, not in the least bit confusing and never once did I encounter mundane details. The cliffy…goodness me, there are no less than two of them! Read the sneak peek right at the very end of the book, it’ll floor you! Hmm…my reaction was a choice of expletives which I’d rather not repeat and the cause of inconsolable sorrow. I can’t wait to get my hands on Long Live The Beautiful Hearts and from the bottom of my mine, I pray there will be light at the end of the tunnel. Five Beautiful Stars ~ Bravo Scott!


Later that night, Connor lay sprawled on the couch with SportsCenter blaring, scrolling his phone. I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my pen against an empty page in my notebook and contemplating running as my Object of Devotion. I couldn’t muster the blood and guts to put it to paper. I liked running. It served a purpose, but did I want to make it my life?

“Oh shit,” Connor cried from behind me.

“What is it?”

“I accidentally texted her.”

“Who?” I said, knowing damn well who.

“Autumn. I was fucking messing around and I hit that stupid predictive text thing, then panicked and hit send.”

“So what?”

“I don’t text or call a girl until at least three days have passed.”

I set down my pen and turned around. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. It looks desperate to text her the same day.”

I hid a smile. “What did you text?”

“Just ‘yes’.” His eyes widened. “Shit. She’s texting me back.”

Connor jumped up from the couch and came to where I sat, standing next to my chair as we both watched his phone.

Yes…? J

Connor typed, Hey.

I smirked. “Really?”

“Yeah, so?”

A pause, then a new text bubbled up. What’s up?

“Now she’s annoyed,” I said. “Or impatient.”

Connor looked to me. “What do I say?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“You’re good at this shit. How many papers did you write for me at Sinclair?”

“This is not the same thing.”

“Ballpark.” Connor made a face. “Dude, she’s waiting.”

I frowned, thought for a moment. “Tell her the truth.”

“Hell no—”

“Tell her the truth but make it better. Tell her you were messing with your phone while thinking about her. Tell her that you wanted to talk to her so badly, your subconscious made it happen.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Connor’s fingers flew, and then he hit send.

There was a pause and no answer.

Connor frowned. “What’s this mean?”

“It’s good. I mean she’s thinking about what you said.”

The rolling dots of Autumn’s reply came in.

The old ‘accidental text’ move? I feel like I’ve seen that before…;-)

“She’s not letting you off the hook so easily,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Don’t deny. Tell her she’s one hundred percent right. You’ll make any excuse to talk to her.”

“That’s perfect, man.”

Connor typed and hit send.

I like your honesty, came the reply.

“Hey, it’s working.” Connor beamed. “Now what?”

It was working, and I didn’t like what it was.

“I don’t know, man,” I said, waving a hand. “Type something. Whatever you’re thinking.”

“I want her to go out with me.”

“Then ask.”

With a horrible fascination, I watched Connor type, So, dinner?

“Jesus, dude,” I said.

“What? That’s exactly what you told me to do.”

“Not like that,” I said. “I told you she needs romance.”

I don’t know, she wrote. I have so much work to do already.

“Fuck,” Connor said. He nudged me with his phone. “Wes, man, you do it.”

I blinked. “Do what now?”

“Ask her out for me. The right way.”

I stared.

“Look, this girl is special. I’m not too proud to admit I need back-up getting things rolling with her.” He grinned that winning smile. “C’mon. Just this once.”


Connor shoved his phone into my hand. “Come on, man. Do what you do. Write something witty and poetic. Something that’ll impress her enough to get me another text. Another…anything.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Write something that knocks her on her ass and gets me in the door. That’s all I ask.”

I looked at Connor’s phone in my hand and Autumn Caldwell’s text, waiting for an answer. I felt my best friend’s expectations literally breathing down my neck as he leaned over me.

Ignoring the small ache in my heart, I thought about what I would’ve said to Autumn had it been my phone in my hand, and began to type.


Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.




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