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Blog Tour: Release Blitz and Teaser Reveal for When Hearts Surrender by Victoria Lum

He says his love is a death sentence, but what if true love never dies? 

When Hearts Surrender, an all-new age-gap, arranged marriage, billionaire romance from bestselling author Victoria Lum is now available!

A cold, reclusive billionaire, a dark family curse, and an arranged marriage with the one woman he’s forbidden to love.

All my life, restlessness has haunted me, as if a piece of my soul were missing. Then, I met him.

A mysterious, charismatic bad boy in a leather jacket who whisked me away on the ride of a lifetime.

For the first time, I felt truly alive.

But as suddenly as he appeared, he vanished, taking my heart with him. I thought I wouldn’t see him again until I walk into a room to meet the man my parents arranged for me to marry to save my family’s business.

Maxwell Anderson is one of the city’s most powerful men. The reclusive billionaire—the frigid king, as the press calls him—is cloaked in shadows and secrets. He’s overbearing and mercurial, his moods giving me whiplash. He’s the complete opposite of the man I met that magical night.

He tells me he’s cursed, that he can never love me—his love is a literal death sentence.

But what if I’m willing to risk everything—my body, my heart, my very life? And judging by his heated gazes and scorching touches, he’s just as desperate to defy fate?

Can we conquer the curse or will our love be our undoing?

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Memories of being the last kid standing when no one picked me for their sports teams in elementary and middle school flash to the forefront. The helplessness, the anxiety. Fuck, I hate this feeling.

My heart drops to my stomach as a heat flushes through me and I see the mad dash of excited patrons getting into cars.

The heaviness returns to my chest. I have no one. 

Lonely as always.

“Shaking my head, I dispel the morose thoughts. If they won’t let me race alone, then I won’t race at all. I’ve accepted my course of life long ago. I’m calm. I’m at peace. I’m— 

Slam!

My head swivels to the right, finding the mysterious black-haired beauty sliding into the passenger seat. Her eyes widen comically as she listens to the aria, her full lips parted as she heaves in panting breaths, like she has run a mile to sit next to me instead of walking the dozen steps of distance between us.

She gnaws on her lips again as I find myself speechless while the tenor’s voice erupts into a crescendo in the tight space of the car. What the fuck?

She takes in a deep breath, turns to me, and holds up her hands. “Look, I know I don’t know you, but this is my year of yeses, and the announcer just said for this race, every racer needed to have a companion to liven things up, and I didn’t see anyone get into your car.”

Her hands cover her cheeks, which are flushed and pink.

She rambles, “Then, Jamie gave me an ultimatum and I couldn’t say no because it’s my year of yeses. I said that already, didn’t I?”

My voice continues to desert me as I stare at this vixen, my fingers suddenly itching to pick up a pen or a pencil, my sleep-deprived mind even contemplating opening a vein to capture her on paper. Fucking insanity.

But the life teeming in her eyes beckons me. Then, there’s her smooth ivory skin, unblemished except for a small freckle under her right eye, her long lashes, her beautiful irises, which I now see are a dark, tawny green, the colors of the moors in Scotland in spring.

My jaw flexes and every muscle in my body locks with tension. The air thins in the space between us.

She blinks, her face turning bright red. “What am I doing? Oh God, this is so embarrassing. You know what? I’m just going to leave—”

She reaches for the door handle and I don’t know what comes over me this instant, but all I know is I don’t want this woman to leave my car.

Stay. Don’t leave me.

Leaning over her, I cover her trembling fingers with my hand, flinching the moment my skin touches hers, a barrage of jittery sensations overloading my nerves. She lets out a breathy gasp, and a thousand shivers coast down my spine.

And my cold, impervious heart—the muscle I thought was long dormant—stirs to life.

For more information about Victoria Lum and her books, visit her website: 

https://www.victorialum.com

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