Author : Kelly Oram
Publisher : Blufields
Pages : 221
Available : Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo
Blurb :
When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically.
The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart.
Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest.
Teasers:
Avery
I was so out of it that I’d slipped into the bathroom while Grayson was in the shower,
and I didn’t even notice until he poked his head out from behind the curtain with a
surprised look on his face. “Aves, babe, I’m a little busy here.” He cocked an eyebrow
and gave me a crooked smile. “Unless you’re planning to join me...?”
Just then there was a loud knock on the door, and my mother’s worried voice called out
to me. I looked up at Grayson and in a moment of sheer panic didn’t think twice before
jumping behind the curtain with him.
“Whoa! Avery! I was only teasing!”
I could hear Grayson, but I couldn’t really respond. I leaned my back against the cold
tile wall and closed my eyes, letting the hot water rain down on me. There was another
knock, louder this time, and then the door opened. “Avery? That you in here, sweetie?”
I frantically shook my head, praying that Grayson would do the right thing.
“Sorry, Kaitlin. It’s just me.”
“Oh. Sorry, Grayson. I thought maybe you were Avery.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he teased.
My mom laughed and then sighed heavily. “If you see her after you’re done, tell her I’m
looking for her.”
“Will do.”
The door clicked shut and things got quiet. I stood there for so long that my head
started to hurt and I got really dizzy. My knees buckled. Grayson quickly caught me
under the arms. “Avery, breathe,” he commanded.
I took a breath. As oxygen flooded my lungs, I realized it was probably the first breath
I’d taken in minutes. Literally.
“Aves,” a low steady voice said. I felt hands on either side of my face. I opened my
eyes, and Grayson’s beautiful piercing blue ones were staring down at me from just
inches away, taking up my entire field of vision. “You good now?” he asked.
I may have been breathing, but I would never be “good” again. I flung my arms around
him and began to release gut-wrenching sobs into his chest.
Grayson
I always looked at her as sort of a pesky little sister, but that all changed the day my
brother dumped her. Why, you ask? Let me put it this way: When a girl lets you be the
one to hold her as her entire world falls apart, even though you’re ass naked, it changes
the way you see her. The soaking-wet, see-through t-shirt didn’t hurt, either.
...
“You look really nice,” I blurted, unable to hide my surprise.
The compliment startled her. She blushed and looked at her feet as she mumbled, “I
need to blow my hair dry.”
I grinned. “Don’t want to have to explain to anyone how it got wet, eh?”
She turned even brighter red but then glared at me. “I just don’t want my hair to
freeze.”
I laughed as I threw my hands up in surrender and then laughed even harder when she
stalked past me into the bathroom. I leaned against the door and watched, curiously, as
she dried her hair. There was something oddly fascinating about watching Little Avery
Shaw primp. She’d never seemed like such a real girl to me before. She wasn’t so little
anymore, either. She caught me staring at her in the mirror, so I quickly said, “I thought
dorks were supposed to have bad hair and horrible, frumpy fashion senses.”
“Just because I enjoy learning doesn’t mean I’m a dork,” she said, insulted.
“Two words for you Aves: science club.”
brother dumped her. Why, you ask? Let me put it this way: When a girl lets you be the
one to hold her as her entire world falls apart, even though you’re ass naked, it changes
the way you see her. The soaking-wet, see-through t-shirt didn’t hurt, either.
...
“You look really nice,” I blurted, unable to hide my surprise.
The compliment startled her. She blushed and looked at her feet as she mumbled, “I
need to blow my hair dry.”
I grinned. “Don’t want to have to explain to anyone how it got wet, eh?”
She turned even brighter red but then glared at me. “I just don’t want my hair to
freeze.”
I laughed as I threw my hands up in surrender and then laughed even harder when she
stalked past me into the bathroom. I leaned against the door and watched, curiously, as
she dried her hair. There was something oddly fascinating about watching Little Avery
Shaw primp. She’d never seemed like such a real girl to me before. She wasn’t so little
anymore, either. She caught me staring at her in the mirror, so I quickly said, “I thought
dorks were supposed to have bad hair and horrible, frumpy fashion senses.”
“Just because I enjoy learning doesn’t mean I’m a dork,” she said, insulted.
“Two words for you Aves: science club.”
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Kelly wrote her first novel at age fifteen--a fan fiction about her
favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her family and friends still
tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and likes to eat frosting
by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, four
children, and her cat, Mr. Darcy.
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