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THE SHAPE OF MY HEART!
THE SHAPE OF MY HEART is a
New Adult contemporary romance,
published by Harlequin HQN,
and is the third book in the 2B Trilogy Series.
New Adult contemporary romance,
published by Harlequin HQN,
and is the third book in the 2B Trilogy Series.
Don't forget to grab your copy of the first two books and fall in love with her characters all over again!
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THE SHAPE OF MY HEART Synopsis:Some people wait decades to meet their soul mate. Courtney Kaufman suspects she met hers in high school—only to lose him at seventeen. Since then, Courtney’s social life has been a series of meaningless encounters, though she’s 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 pain—he’s been on his own since he was sixteen. Now it’s time to find out if he can ever go home again, and Courtney’s the only one he trusts to go with him. But the trip to Providence could change everything…because 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 that’s ever been broken, there’s another that can make it complete.
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I WANT IT THAT WAY
AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME
THE SHAPE OF MY HEART
EXCERPT:
So many questions ricocheted around
my brainpan, but Max’s 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.
“You don’t have to tell me a bedtime
story,” I said gently.
“No, you need to know. So you
understand what’s going on and why it’s so tense when we get there.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’ll set the stage.” His tone was
brittle, uneven, and the bits of paper in his hands kept getting smaller. “I
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
I’d get us both out of there for a while. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but
taking off is kind of my specialty.”
“Between your bike, the garage
office, and the place you showed me by the river, I’ve picked up on the
pattern, yeah.”
“I 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 he’d make it. Then once he stabilized, we found out he’d never walk again.”
He curled a fist and slammed it onto the table, making the pizza box dance.
“Ironic, huh? I was worried that my dad would hurt Mickey but I’m the one who—”
“Not true,” I cut in. “That’s a
textbook accident. Don’t tell me you blame yourself.”
“It’s impossible to do anything
else. No, wipe that look off your face, Kaufman. I didn’t open up to make you
feel sorry for me. I just want you to know the deal going in. I mean, my dad’s
the biggest asshole I ever met and he
hates me, too.”
“What about Mickey?”
“We weren’t talking much when I
left. Every day I think, what if I’d put up with my old man’s shit for five
minutes more? What if I’d picked a fight with him instead of grabbing those
keys? I—” His voice broke on a shuddering inhalation.
Until this moment I didn’t 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 wasn’t like
I’d 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.
“Sorry. The closer we get to Rhode
Island, the worse I feel.”
“It’s understandable. You have to be
worried about how your brother will react when you see him.” The rest of his
family sounded like jackwagons. Though he’d only told me about his dad, if he
had any decent aunts, uncles or cousins, they would’ve 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
Max’s family. Yeah, the funeral might be tense and shitty, but if his family
said one fucking word—
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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