Release Blitz~ Cold Hearted by Winter Renshaw



I wish I could say our meeting was happenstance.

I wish I could say we took one look and we just knew.

I wish I could say falling for him was the best thing that ever happened to me.

But none of that would be true.

Rhett Carson was as cold as the ice on which he skated. He was as calloused as the hands that shot the goals that won world titles. He was also damaged. And broken. And he didnā€™t know it, but I knew all about him. 

I knew why he was so bitter and angry. 

I knew why he was so coldhearted.

But I didnā€™t know why I allowed myself fall in love with him, and I didnā€™t know why I couldnā€™t stopā€¦even when he told me to. 

And thatā€™s when everything changed.








ā€œHow do you know where I am?ā€ I ask.
ā€œYou called me last night, remember?ā€ My former college roommate answers, huffing into the phone.
I rest my elbows against the counter, hunched forward. ā€œNo. I donā€™t remember anything about last night.ā€
ā€œNot surprising. You never could hold your liquor,ā€ she says, sighing. ā€œPlus you said you were drinking JƤger, and you always do stupid shit when you drink JƤger. You should probably check your phone and make sure you didnā€™t call any ex-boyfriends.ā€ She coughs. ā€œEthan.ā€ She coughs again. ā€œNoah.ā€
Shit. Sheā€™s probably right. She knows me well.
ā€œAnyway, Iā€™ll be there innnnn about five minutes,ā€ Bostyn says.
I hang up with her and check my call history with suspended breath, breathing easy when I see there are no Ethans or Noahs in my call history. It never fails. I get drunkā€“I drunk dial ex-boyfriends. Iā€™m a sentimental, gushing idiot when Iā€™ve had too much to drink, and the alcohol always makes me temporarily forget all the reasons we didnā€™t work out, even if those reasons were rock solid.
Pulling up Safari on my phone, I check my web history as well because Iā€™ve been known to do a bit of drunk-emailing in my day, though I suppose that comes with the whole writer territory. My agent tells me Iā€™m the only person she knows who drunkā€“emails people, but I donā€™t believe her. There are more of us out there, I just know it.
Within seconds, I'm able to confirm the contents of my Google search history seem about right.

What time is in Los Angeles right now?
What time does Starbucks open tomorrow?
Starbucks + Lexington Avenue + NYC
How many calories are in a venti very berry hibiscus refresher?
Starrbuckks vs Dean and Delluucca who is better?
Turtle meeme
Turtle memee
Turrtle meme
Funny turtle memes
Baby sea turtle gif
Is there actual deer blood in JƤgermeister?
Rhett Carson
Rhett Carson + New York Spartans
Rhett Carson hockey player
Are pet sloths legal?
Rhett Carson girlfriend
How tall is Rhett Carson?
Rhett Carson biography
Rhett Carson photos

Well, fuck. Drunk me mustā€™ve been doing a bit of research last night. I chuff and place my phone back on the charger. I have zero recollection of any of that. I wonder if I found anything good? Or what the hell made me so curious that I had to dig up everything I could about this poor man?





Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When sheā€™s not writing, sheā€™s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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