"The plot was twisty and a bit mind bending at first. It's hard to imagine finding yourself in someone else's body. As I mentioned, the story had a quick pace and lots of things you don't see coming which keeps you on your toes and fully immersed in the drama unfolding. One thing that was a huge plus for me was the author's choice of writing style. " Stephanie, Goodreads
Release Date: July 17th, 2018
On a hot summer night, a screech of brakes and shattering glass changes two lives forever.
Liv wakes in the hospital, confused when they call her Morgan. She assumes it’s a case of mistaken identity, yet when the bandages come off, it’s not her face in the mirror anymore. It’s her best friend Morgan’s.
Morgan always seemed to have the perfect life, yet Liv must navigate endlessly disturbing secrets of the criminal and murderous variety—and a romance that feels like a betrayal. Torn between the boy she loved as Liv and the boy she’s grown to love as Morgan, Liv still has to survive Morgan’s last request.
“Just let this be the second secret you keep for me,” I say then. “Thanks for not telling Nathan, by the way.”
Clay leans his arm along the door frame, tilting his head slightly out the open window as if he needs the air. “You couldn’t pay me to talk to that jackass lately.”
“You two fighting?”
“No. He’s just . . . Nathan.” He hesitates. “I wasn’t going to tell you this . . .”
“What?” Anything that could divert me from my precarious situation, even momentarily, seems like a welcome distraction.
“He brought a girl home last night.” From his tone he expects this to destroy me.
And sure, there’s a twinge because before, I thought Nathan and I had a soul-deep connection. Fact is, he’s a little immature, a lot selfish, and I just never noticed. They say love is blind, but I’d say that infatuation is blind, and love is tolerant. When you really love someone, it’s not that you can’t see the flaws; you’re just willing to forgive them.
Belatedly I realize he’s expecting a reply. “I’m not surprised. Nathan is used to getting what he wants just like you’re using to giving things up. Oh, I was going to ask him to drop this off, but since you’re here . . .” I fish in my backpack for his hoodie.
Yes, I’ve been carrying it for like four days. First I hesitated to wash it, but I didn’t want to be a sad girl who’s still smelling her ex’s clothes a month later. Then I didn’t return it because that felt like final acceptance, —superstitious, I know. Over is over, and random articles of clothing don’t change anything.
“You didn’t need to bother with that. I’ve had it forever.”
“All the more reason for you to have it back,” I say.
“Do you need to be this cool about everything?” he bursts out. “I know you have to be scared and hurt—”
“Yeah, I am, all those things. And yes, I have to be this way, or I can’t function. Why are you even here anyway?” The pain and frustration cracks my voice, and I really wish I was anywhere else.
“Because I’m worried about you.”
“Then stop. I accepted your decision, now respect mine. It’ll be easier if I don’t have to see you.”
His jaw clenches, showing the force he’s exerting to bite back whatever he wants to say.
Finally he just takes his hoodie but he pauses with his hand on the door. “You know you can call me, right? Even if we’re not together, I’d never let anyone hurt you. One call and I’m there.”
My heart feels like it’ll crack in two, but I’m resolute; I have to be. “I already deleted your number.”
About the author:
Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author 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. She likes books, emo music, and action movies. She writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens.