Series: Kate and Ian #1
Published by Self-Published on 25th August 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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When Kate Watts abandoned her law career to open a food pantry in Northeast Minneapolis, she never dreamed it would be this difficult. Facing the heartbreaking prospect of turning hungry people away, she is grateful for the anonymous donations that begin appearing at the end of each month. Determined to identify and thank her secret benefactor, she launches a plan and catches Ian —a charismatic hacker with a Robin Hood complex—in the act.
Ian intrigues Kate in a way no man ever has. But after learning he’s snooped around on her personal computer, she demands retribution. Impressed with her tolerance and captivated by her spirit, he complies and begins to slowly charm his way past her defenses. Time spent with Ian is never boring, and Kate soon finds herself falling for the mysterious hacker.
But Ian has enemies and they’re growing restless. In the hacking world, exploiting a target’s weakness is paramount, and no price is too high to stop an attack. And when Kate learns exactly how much Ian has paid, she’ll discover just how strong her love is for the man who has hacked his way into her heart.
Reviewed by Kelly
*I received an eARC in exchange for a review*
OK, so first up, I have an announcement to make…
*I, Kelly, will never, ever infinity, let a Tracey Garvis Graves book
sit on my kindle so long again*
I’ve had the ARC of Heart-Shaped Hack since early August and I’m so cross with myself for not reading it at soon as I got it. I could have been ranting and raving about this book for the last two weeks and I totally blew the opportunity! I opened up the ARC as soon as I got it, I took a sneak peek and closed it up again because, unfortunately, it just wasn’t the next book in my reading queue. Man, I’m so stupid sometimes!
Heart-Shaped Hack is funny (oh. so. funny), it’s romantic, it’s hot (waaaay hotter than the author’s other books), it has drama, it has heartbreak and it has Mr Smith, the wonderful Mr Ian Smith! All of those components combined to make this story one of my favourite reads of this year. I seriously loved every. single. word.
And speaking of Mr Smith…Ian, Ian, Ian, just how did you do it? One minute I was thinking things like “this guy’s more than a little obnoxious,” and the next I was swooning over those same obnoxious traits! You’re good, Mr Smith, very good! And your taste in ladies’ underwear is impeccable!
I also loved Kate. She was brave, she was compassionate, she was witty, she was loyal and, to use one of Ian’s highly-valued traits, she was tolerant. She had to put up with some tense crap that came as part of Ian’s job, and she did most of it with a smile on her face and a joke on the tip of her tongue.
“You’ve obviously hacked into my computer. How did you do it?”
“I came in your backdoor.”
“I’m certain you did not.”
“I assure you that I did.”
“Without even discussing it with me first? No preparation? No warning? Don’t you think that’s incredibly bad form?”
Ian grinned. “Are we still talking about your computer? Because I find you utterly delightful right now.”
Look out Anna and T.J. because Kate and Ian are hot on your heels and they’re trying to steal your crowns! You have serious competition in the “Kelly’s favourite TGG book couple” stakes! I sincerely hope you all know who Anna and T.J. are because I firmly believe everyone needs to meet them, and the fact that Kate and Ian are competition for those two speaks volumes about how much I loved Heart-Shaped Hack
Tracey Garvis Graves has a way with words. She has a way of taking those ordinary words and making them in to something special, something *extra*ordinary, if you will. Heart-Shaped Hack is no exception. Run, don’t walk, to your nearest book store or e-retailer because you NEED to read this book!
“Oh, hi,” she said.
“Imagine running into you here.”
“This is quite a coincidence.”
“It’s not a coincidence at all. I knew you were following me.”
“You did not.”
“I spotted you hiding behind the plant when I walked into the bank. Plus I could smell your perfume as soon as I stepped out here.”
“Did you”—she used her fingers to make little air quotes—“appropriate money from this bank?” she whispered.
“Of course not. I do all my work from the Batcave. Believe it or not, I actually bank here. I was just signing some papers.”
Kate had never seen a man look so utterly scrumptious while wearing glasses. There was something about the combination of his hair, his scruff, and the semi-rimless designer frames that made him irresistible. “Are the glasses a disguise? Because I totally knew it was you.”
“The glasses are real. I often suffer from eyestrain since I spend so much time on the computer, and I was up late last night, working.”
“They make you look very smart.” She took a moment to imagine how his scruff would feel rubbing against her skin if he were to kiss her.
“I am smart, but I think you mean devastatingly handsome. More so than normal, that is.”
“You’re so humble.”
“Ready?” He walked to the door and held it open for her.
“Follow me.” He looked at her and laughed. “That shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
They took the elevator to the basement, and when the doors opened to the parking garage, Kate followed Ian to a row of cars. He stopped beside one and pulled a set of keys from his pocket.
Ian smiled. “It’s a—”
“1964 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe.”
“’65. But color me impressed.”
“My brother Chad was obsessed with this car. He used to have a poster of it on his bedroom wall. There were only six built between 1964 and 1965.”
“A bit rare indeed.”
The last authentic Shelby had sold at auction for around seven million. Ian’s was obviously a replica, of which there were quite a few, but it was still a very notable vehicle with a price tag that started in the low six figures. “Helena called it an old blue car.”
He grinned, looking contemplative. “Technically, that is correct.”
Kate could not resist running her hand lightly over the Guardsman Blue paint and the white racing stripes on the hood. The Shelby was unmistakably race-car-like in appearance with its aerodynamic design and unique body style. Chad was going to be so jealous. “For someone who values his privacy, isn’t this a bit ostentatious?”
“Rakishly handsome playboy who makes grand philanthropic gestures and drives a flashy car. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Rakishly handsome playboy?”
“Well, if the Prada loafer fits. Wouldn’t you fly under the radar more easily in, say, a Ford Focus?” she asked.
“A Ford Focus? You want me to tool around town in a Ford Focus? Jesus, would I still have my balls?”
“No, they cut them off when they hand you the keys. Of course you’d still have your balls. What kind of question is that? This conversation has gotten way off track.”
“You mean because we started out talking about my car and now we’re talking about my balls?”
“I believe so.”
“Maybe we should go back to talking about your car.”
“You want to drive it, don’t you?”
“Why would I want to drive your car?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to drive my car? Can you handle a stick shift?”
“Yes, and rather competently I might add.”
“That’s an enormous turn-on. Truly.”
She pretended not to hear him. “This is not a good car for Minnesota winters.”
“Horrible, I agree. My other car has four-wheel drive, but it’s not nearly as fun to operate as this one.” Ian dangled the keys in front of her.
He was right. Kate was dying to drive his car and couldn’t wait to see how it handled. She took the keys, opened the door, and reached over to unlock the passenger side for Ian. They belted up, and she started the car.
“Please note that I’m already making good on my promise, Katie. Because I assure you, driving this car will be the opposite of boring.”