Blog Tour & Review – A Beautiful Catastrophe


Blog Tour

Title: A Beautiful Catastrophe

Author: Katheryn Kiden

Cover Designer: Katheryn Kiden of Indies InDesign

Release Date: October 17, 2016

Cultivated land and beautiful cloud formations at sunset


For two years Shay Daniels has been stuck in the past—stuck in a pain so deeply overwhelming that she constantly feels as if she’s drowning. A chance meeting gives her her first breath of fresh air, but it could be her final downfall.

He’s stuck wondering what could have been—letting the pain of everything he’s lost simmer within his broken heart. She’s the first thing that has made him feel like himself again in years. He might be able to love her—he wants to—if he could only manage to live in the present.

Devastating pasts.

Uncertain futures.

Life is supposed to move forward, but what if all it does is revolve in a heartbreaking circle?

What if every step you take toward making yourself whole again only leads you closer to another beautiful catastrophe?

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My Review

Talk about a book hangover! I just wanted to curl up in a ball in bed to process all my feelings. This has to be the most difficult review that I’ve ever written. I’m at a complete loss for words to express how much I truly love this book and how it affected me. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book that has ripped my heart out and had me aching with the pain of loss and still feeling a bit of hope in the end. I don’t know how the author was able to write even one page. And if you make it all the way through this book, or if you don’t, please read the author’s letter at the end. This isn’t your typical romance, and I hope my review doesn’t scare you away from taking a chance on A Beautiful Catastrophe. Deacon and Shay have a unique story, which is skillfully told and exquisitely written.

This book will definitely be one that stays with me for a long time. Before you begin A Beautiful Catastrophe, make sure you have an entire day to yourself where you can curl up in a quiet place and experience these two lost souls and their journey. You’re going to need the distraction-free time and lots of tissues (maybe a box). I spent most of the time reading through blurry, tear-filled eyes. A few times, I had to stop completely to let it all out. Deacon and Shay broke my heart. Their pain was so palpable from the first page. And the author was masterful in conveying the emotions they were experiencing. I felt both of their losses, heartache, and struggles immensely. I also felt all the love and joy they were able to experience and accept. It took time to put aside the thoughts of losing their loved ones and be able to live their lives guilt-free. But, somehow, Deacon and Shay are able to find a love that outshines all the bad and hold on for dear life.


Image of female in sports clothing relaxing after workout on black background. Muscular female body with sweat.


Sexy beautiful girl with teddy bear sitting in a bed



“Does he make you happy?”

Pursing my lips, I glare at him. “Do I look happy?”

“No,” he mutters, finally looking up at me. “You look sad. You might be throwin’ punches fueled by anger but your face looks sadder than hell. I’ve never dealt with you sad, Shay, I’m not sure I know how.”

“I’ve always been sad,” I whisper, admitting something I hate about myself.

“Okay … but it’s never been like this.”

I walk away without saying anything and make my way to an open mat. I flex my feet, stretching my ankles as he walks up silently beside me and slides his hands into a pair of punch mitts. After a few minutes of him questioning me between hits and me not answering, he shakes his head.

“What the hell did this guy do to you, Shay?” I grind my teeth, and when I don’t answer, he blocks my hit and smacks me upside the head with a mitt.

“I need you to hit me back,” I bite out. “That’s the only way this works for me.”

Irritation surfaces on his face. “And I need you to answer me.”

“He made me hopeful, okay? Jesus, fuck.” I step toward him, swinging again. “Now hit me back.”

“No.” He shakes his head, raising his hands for me again.

“Hit me back,” I scream, squeezing my fists tightly on either side of my head. My voice echoes off the walls around me and the desperation that fills it hits my ears. The gym goes silent around us, and for the first time today, I see another form of emotion in August’s face other than irritation—anger.

“Is that what you need?” he yells back, throwing his gear to the floor as a crowd of people begins to gather around us. “You need to be hit back? You want to be hurt? Too damn bad, Shay. You want to train? That’s one thing, but I’m not going to hit you so you can feel somethin’ other than the emotional pain you’re in right now.”

I lower my head, glaring at him. When he doesn’t budge, I storm toward the locker room. I slam the door back against the wall, thankful the room is currently empty.

Hauling back, I hit a locker, leaving a large dent in the door and scream out my frustration. August steps into the room behind me. I don’t even have to see him to know who it is—his presence fills the room. Turning, I stare as he kicks the door closed behind him and stands in silence—the only sound hitting my ears is my harsh breathing.

“I hate you,” I bite out.



Cultivated land and beautiful cloud formations at sunset


Katheryn was born in Maine and still resides there with her asshole dog. Growing up, she was the only girl out of five children. Out of four loving, but hard-assed, brothers, she has been set on fire TWICE, shot at, left her with a burning car and a five gallon container of gas, scared out of her mind every time they got behind the wheel, and has enough hilarious stories and amazing memories to fill a million books. It made her independent and every female character she writes reflects strength and independence.

Katheryn books are full of page turning suspense, humor, and enough steam to overheat your e-reader.

“There are no weak women, just weak moments.”

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