"Spirited yearbook editor, Carrie Eberson, is intrigued by Dillon Graham's tough-guy exterior. But uncovering the real Dillon may mean facing truths about herself she's not sure she's ready to hear. Not everything is as black and white as it seems in this emotional story of a young man facing the consequences of his actions and a young woman determined to stand by his side at all costs. Karin Story has penned another supurb young adult romance in Tangled Hearts."—Amy Leigh, author of Chance of a Lifetime

"4 1/2 Stars!...Just as in Lonely Heart, the characters continue to jump off the pages and into the reader's hearts. Ms. Story captures the problems that can affect any teenager in America and brings them to light in a wonderful and charming way. She tackles the hard subjects; friendship, abusive relationships, the foster care system, and drugs. Each of the characters not only addresses these issues head on but with warmth, humility, strength, and faith. It is the story of two kids with their entire world changing around them where they find themselves and each other. This is a great story for anyone..."—Sara Sawyer, The Romance Studio

"Ms. Story has a wonderful feel for young people...I recommend Tangled Hearts for the young and young at heart!—Linda Mae Baldwin, The Word on Romance

...Carrie had just turned off the highway onto the small road that ran by her family's ranch when she saw someone walking ahead of her. She didn't think much about it until she got close enough to recognize the faded jean jacket.

“Oh, no! Not him.”

She'd never seen Dillon out here before. And why was he walking, for cripes sake? There weren't any houses around here, just wide open fields. If he didn't have a car or get a ride from someone, then he ought to be on the school bus.

Deciding to ignore him, she stepped on the gas and sped past him. But when she got half a mile farther down the road, she grumbled, made a U-turn, and started back. Something about his slumped shoulders and the way he shuffled his feet tugged at her heart. As much as it annoyed her, and as much as she didn't want to take the time, she figured she should at least see if he needed a ride. Maybe he had a car and it had broken down somewhere.

When she got close to him, she made another U-turn and pulled her old Mustang onto the shoulder. After turning off her stereo, she cranked down the window and stuck out her head. The crisp, early November air nipped at her cheeks.

He stopped walking and studied her warily. Silence hung between them while they surveyed each other.

Finally, she spoke. “Hi. I, uh, thought you might need a ride.”

His dark eyebrows shot up and he looked honestly surprised at her offer, but then his expression closed once again. “I don't need anything from you.”

Carrie's temper bubbled again, but she made an effort to tamp it down. “I didn't have to stop, you know. I just thought that since you were walking out here, miles from anywhere, you might like a ride. Forgive me for trying to be nice. Do you want a ride or not?”

He continued to stare at her for several seconds before he spoke. “Let me ask you a question for a change. Since we are miles from anywhere, as you're so eager to point out, how come you weren't afraid to stop? What makes you think I won't do something terrible to you, out here far away from everyone and everything?”