*Cries* I don’t want this series to be over! I will accept it once Ann announces another new adult trilogy with books named after boy bands songs. I can’t wait to read Digital Get Down and Bye, Bye, Bye. đ
Title: The Shape of My Heart
Series: 2B Trilogy (Book #3)
Author: Ann Aguirre
Release Date: November 25, 2014
Links: Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks
About The Shape of My Heart:
Some people wait decades to meet their soul mate. Courtney Kaufman suspects she met hers in high schoolâonly to lose him at seventeen. Since then, Courtneyâs social life has been a series of meaningless encounters, though sheâs made a few close friends along the way. Especially her roommate, Max Cooper, who oozes damaged bad-boy vibes from every pore.
Max knows about feeling lost and trying to move beyond the painâheâs been on his own since he was sixteen. Now itâs time to find out if he can ever go home again, and Courtneyâs the only one he trusts to go with him. But the trip to Providence could change everythingâŠbecause the more time he spends with Courtney, the harder it is to reconcile what he wants and what he thinks he deserves.
It started out so simple. One misfit helping another. Now Max will do anything to show Courtney that for every heart thatâs ever been broken, thereâs another that can make it complete.
Excerpt:
So many questions ricocheted around my brainpan, but Maxâs shoulders were pulled up almost to his ears, his chin nearly on the table. Without looking at me, he shredded the napkin in his hands into four pieces and then in half again. The waning sunshine streaming in the smeared window behind him haloed his hair, so that the highlights shone blue instead of tawny or copper.
âYou donât have to tell me a bedtime story,â I said gently.
âNo, you need to know. So you understand whatâs going on and why itâs so tense when we get there.â
âOkay. If youâre sure.â
âIâll set the stage.â His tone was brittle, uneven, and the bits of paper in his hands kept getting smaller. âI was sixteen, just got my license. My dad was drinking, acting like a fuckhead. Business as usual. When he started in on Mickey, I grabbed the keys. Figured Iâd get us both out of there for a while. I donât know if youâve noticed but taking off is kind of my specialty.â
âBetween your bike, the garage office, and the place you showed me by the river, Iâve picked up on the pattern, yeah.â
âI thought I was doing the smart thing, you know? But I was driving too fast and some asshole blew the stoplight. T-boned us. Mickey got the worst of it⊠weeks in the hospital without knowing if heâd make it. Then once he stabilized, we found out heâd never walk again.â He curled a fist and slammed it onto the table, making the pizza box dance. âIronic, huh? I was worried that my dad would hurt Mickey but Iâm the one whoââ
âNot true,â I cut in. âThatâs a textbook accident. Donât tell me you blame yourself.â
âItâs impossible to do anything else. No, wipe that look off your face, Kaufman. I didnât open up to make you feel sorry for me. I just want you to know the deal going in. I mean, my dadâs the biggest asshole I ever met and he hates me, too.â
âWhat about Mickey?â
âWe werenât talking much when I left. Every day I think, what if Iâd put up with my old manâs shit for five minutes more? What if Iâd picked a fight with him instead of grabbing those keys? Iââ His voice broke on a shuddering inhalation.
Until this moment I didnât realize how much weight Max carried on a daily basis or how good a job he did hiding it. I came out of my chair and rounded the little table before I consciously decided to make a move. Standing beside him, I hovered, unsure what to do. He answered the question by wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. Unsettled, unnerved, even, I let him press his face into my shoulder, resting a hand on his head.
His breath warmed the skin of my throat, rousing an inappropriate shiver. Now is not the time. It wasnât like Iâd never noticed his hotness; he specialized in a scruffy, soulful appeal that women of all ages seemed unable to resist. But it was so much better for him to call me Kaufman and confide in me instead of flirting. At the moment, Max needed a friend. I stroked his back for like five minutes before he raised his gaze to meet mine.
âSorry. The closer we get to Rhode Island, the worse I feel.â
âItâs understandable. You have to be worried about how your brother will react when you see him.â The rest of his family sounded like jackwagons. Though heâd only told me about his dad, if he had any decent aunts, uncles or cousins, they wouldâve stepped up when his old man went upside his head with a bottle. A scar like that would take eight or ten stitches, minimum. I imagined Max as a scared kid with blood gushing from his scalp, and all of my protective instincts roared to life. People had been calling me a bitch since I was fifteen, and I was ready to wade in against Maxâs family. Yeah, the funeral might be tense and shitty, but if his family said one fucking wordâ
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About Ann Aguirre:
Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and RITA winner with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. Ann likes books, emo music, action movies, and she writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens, published with Harlequin, Macmillan, and Penguin, among others.
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