Love. Magic. Fate. Best-selling romance novel author Karmina Joan writes about these things. She believes that every person has a purpose, that every soul has a destiny to fulfill. She thought hers was simply sharing her stories.
Her story unfolds with Cupid, the Angel of Love himself. He brings with him a mysterious vessel and a message from on high. It turns out Karmina has a bigger purpose after all—a mission that will make or break humanity as we know it.
As Cupid teaches her the tricks of his trade, Karmina unknowingly gives him something unexpected in return— something the angel of love will find oddly familiar. This may become the one flaw in an otherwise perfect plan that destiny had in store for them.
Does love truly conquer all or are there limits to what humanity can do in the name of love? Witness as Karmina struggles to find the answers before time runs out on true love.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book in exchange of an honest review. No payments made between me and the publisher.
It’s been a while since I had a great time reading a book. Lately I keep starting a book but I was too lazy to finish it (book slump is worse) but then I saw Karmic Hearts and it suddenly catch my attention and I was like “I want to read this book!” I got lucky to be part of this book tour and since it is my first time reading a PopFiction book, I don’t know what should I expect. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
into his eyes was like looking into the galaxy— wide and deep. It was
like I was being sucked in, inviting me to discover all of him. If he
was cute from a few feet away, he was breathtaking up close.
breathed, then saw him smile. His dimples deepened. There was a mixture
of mischief and maturity in his eyes. I couldn’t explain it.
looked at the ribbon, then at him, then back at the ribbon because he
was staring way too intently and it was making me blush. I didn’t know
what the ribbon was for and how it was relevant in the situation. I
shook my head. “There’s no music,” I pointed out. “Are we really going
to dance to the chirping crickets?”
a deep frown and much hesitation, I did what he told me. I placed my
hand on his and at that very moment, the gold ribbon lifted itself and
wrapped around my hand. It bound our hands together, but our skins
weren’t touching. The bow in his hand was becoming longer as it circled
us. I was able to place my hand on his shoulder, as he placed his hand
on my waist.
gently swayed as he hummed. I was careful not to step on him, careful
not to have my hand slip on his arm. We were touching, all right, but it
wasn’t the kind of touch that I wanted. Not skin to skin. We were still
restrained, but I knew it was the closest we could be. So close, but
not close enough. I couldn’t help but feel sad. It was wrong. The
feelings were wrong. They were leading to nowhere.
is wrong,” I told him. I leaned away and added, “You’re in love with
her.” I didn’t want whatever I was feeling for him to get stronger.
“But it’s true. You love her, whoever she is.” He lowered his gaze. “I
do.” “You still do.” “Up to this day.” I withdrew my hand and untied the
bow. “It has been a lovely dance.”