What if your devastating breakup became this summer’s hit single? In this rock-and-roll retelling of Jane Austen’s Persuasion, music can either bring you together or tear you apart.
At her dying mother’s request, Claire dumps Jared, the only boy she’s ever loved. Left with a broken family and a broken heart, Claire is furious when she discovers that her biggest regret became Jared’s big break. While Jared is catapulted into rock-star status, another piece of Claire’s heart crumbles every time his song plays on the radio.
The summer after her senior year, it’s been months since the big breakup, and Claire is just trying to keep her head down and make it through a tense trip to the beach with her family. But when Jared shows up, and old feelings reignite, can Claire and Jared let go of the past? Or will they be stuck singing the same old refrain?
Another Little
Piece of My Heart
Tracey Martin
About the Author
Tracey Martin lives in New Hampshire with her husband. Though always a voracious reader, it wasn’t until studying psychology in graduate school that she realized imaginary people were way more fun than real ones. She’s been writing stories ever since. Her first novel for adults, Wicked Misery, was published by Samhain in 2013. Another Little Piece of My Heart is her YA debut. You can visit her online at www.tracey-martin.com or follow her on Twitter: @TA_Martin.
Contents
Claire’s Summer Survival Playlist
Chapter One
Some people are like a venereal disease. Not that I know what one is like firsthand, thanks, but I did have to sit through health class. My point is, these people are the product of a moment of fun in your past, a wild and crazy passion that you look back on with longing and regret. And just when you think they’re gone for good, they return to irritate the hell out of you.
Jared Steele is one of those people.
Down the hallway, someone turns on the radio, and Jared’s soulful voice drifts through my bedroom doorway:
Daddy’s girl, was that red Miata the price of your heart?
You know you can’t—
“Off! Turn it off!” I put my hands over my ears as Kristen runs over and slams my bedroom door shut.
Slumping against my bed, I glimpse the key to my red Miata, which is currently parked in the garage. My nails dig into my palms as I wait for the surge of rage to pass.
It’s not as though Jared’s ever said “Daddy’s Girl”—or any of the other anti-love songs on his hugely successful album—is about me. At least not publicly. I know this because although I try to avoid the hundreds of interviews he’s given, somehow I manage to read them all. But among those of us Jared left behind in southern Connecticut, the truth is a much-whispered but never-confirmed rumor. I’m Jared’s “Daddy’s Girl,” and he got the ultimate revenge, with whipped cream, sprinkles and several Grammy nominations on top.
Asshat.
For good measure, Kristen yells at my sister and her friends to keep it down. As for me, I take a deep breath and pick up my guitar. I need to clear my head or distract myself. Both if I can manage it.
“So, Claire.” Kristen coughs in an exaggerated fashion, trying to pretend the last thirty seconds didn’t happen. “About this new song of yours.”
This is why she’s awesome and my best friend.
Unfortunately, I am not so awesome. After a few minutes of plucking away at an alleged melody, I let out a small scream and bang my head against the footboard. “It’s not coming together. I suck.”
Kristen hits me with one of my slippers. “How long have you been working on it—two days? Give it time. This is about your mom. You can’t just pluck a tune out of thin air.”
“Some people can.” Some people. Meaning Jared. I have memories of sitting on the floor of his bedroom while he provided
