“Just Look Up by Courtney Walsh is a compelling and consistently entertaining romance novel by a master of the genre.”

MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW

“This novel features a deeply emotional journey, packaged in a sweet romance with a gentle faith thread that adds an organic richness to the story and its characters.”

SERENA CHASE, USA TODAY HAPPY EVER AFTER BLOG

“In this beautiful story of disillusionment turned to healing, Walsh brings about a true transformation of restored friendships and love.”

CHRISTIAN MARKET MAGAZINE

CHANGE OF HEART

“Walsh has penned another endearing novel set in Loves Park, Colo. The emotions are occasionally raw but always truly real.”

ROMANTIC TIMES

“Change of Heart is a beautifully written, enlightening, and tragic story. . . . This novel is a must-read for lovers of contemporary romance.”

RADIANT LIT

PAPER HEARTS

“Walsh pens a quaint, small-town love story . . . [with] enough plot twists to make this enjoyable to the end.”

PUBLISHERS WEEKLY

“Be prepared to be swept away by this delightful romance about healing the heart, forgiveness, [and] following your dreams.”

FRESH FICTION

“Courtney Walsh’s . . . stories have never failed to delight me, with characters who become friends and charming settings that beckon as if you’ve lived there all your life.”

DEBORAH RANEY, AUTHOR OF THE CHICORY INN NOVELS SERIES

“Delightfully romantic with a lovable cast of quirky characters, Paper Hearts will have readers smiling from ear to ear! Courtney Walsh has penned a winner!”

KATIE GANSHERT, AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR OF A BROKEN KIND OF BEAUTIFUL

“Paper Hearts is as much a treat as the delicious coffee the heroine serves in her bookshop. . . . A poignant, wry, sweet, and utterly charming read.”

BECKY WADE, AUTHOR OF MEANT TO BE MINE

ALSO BY COURTNEY WALSH

• IF FOR ANY REASON
• JUST LOOK UP
• JUST LET GO
• PAPER HEARTS
• CHANGE OF HEART
• JUST ONE KISS
• THINGS LEFT UNSAID
• HOMETOWN GIRL
• A SWEETHAVEN SUMMER
• A SWEETHAVEN HOMECOMING
• A SWEETHAVEN CHRISTMAS

Dedication

For my readers,
many of whom have become my friends.

I am so thankful for you.

PROLOGUE

Dear Mr. Boggs,

It’s been five years since you died, and I’ve thought about you every single day since. If I close my eyes, I can imagine I’m ten years old and you’re down at the beach building sandcastles with me and Cody.

None of the other parents ever wanted to play with us, but you were always more than willing. I mean, you couldn’t have actually liked being buried to your neck in sand . . . but you let us do it. You even smiled for pictures like that.

I can’t help but think that what happened was my fault. At least indirectly. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I hate it in movies when people seem so broken up with guilt over something that’s clearly not their fault—but what happened to you kind of was my fault, wasn’t it?