Home is Where You Are by Tessa Marie - Release Day - Review

Home is Where You Are 

by Tessa Marie

Anna’s life reads like a check list.
Straight A’s (Check)
Editor of the school paper (Check)
Volunteering time at the local soup kitchen (Check)
Ivy League (So close she can taste it)
Falling in love with a homeless boy (Not on the list)

Dean has a plan too. Survive. After being subjected to his foster father’s violent attacks, Dean made the hard choice to leave. Now he lives on the streets doing everything he can to get by, refusing to let people help him. But when he meets Anna, he realizes not everyone is out to hurt him.

Slowly, Anna and Dean let each other in, blending their two worlds into one. But when a series of events brings Dean’s world into perspective, he pushes Anna away. Not willing to accept the line that divides them, Anna sets out to bring Dean back to her. Her determination and faith in their future puts her on the tracks of danger, and he is the only one who can save her.






Jen's Review
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

LOVE this book!!!
It's such a sweet story to read both POV's - learning about the good and bad parts of living life on the streets -

Dean is a sweetheart - 10 years ago, his parents died, and he and his sister were shoved into foster care. But they got separated. After many years of trying to find her, he's slowing giving up. Just trying to survive is hard enough. But if he lets her go, he has nothing else to live for.

Anna's life is a mess - her dad passed away a few years ago, and her mom checked out - well checked into her work and hardly was around long enough to pay attention. Her older brother went off to college without looking back , she couldn't feel more alone.

But life for Anna is strict - getting a 4.0 average and getting into Ivy College is the only thing she has going for her. But her grades aren't enough. Ivy colleges look for things outside of school as well. Volunteering takes up any time she's not studying, so what's left?

By chance Anna runs into Dean a few times - he doesn't look like a homeless guy at all. Clean clothes, clean hair, only a few bruises that seem to add a little sadness to his face.

But something keeps drawing him to her. When she's able to talk to him, even though she asks him a million questions, Dean finds it a little refreshing. Sure he doesn't want to talk about himself, but he finds it funny when she gets upset with his silence.

These two both have one thing in common, they're lonely and find that being around each other brings them both happiness. Anna doesn't Pity Dean - and Dean doesn't feel like Anna has more than he does. Just because she's fortunate to have a warm bed to sleep in every night..

But when reality hits Dean and he realizes that he's just holding her back from happiness, that he can't give her what she deserves in her life, he does what he does best...

Really REALLY cute story - It has a great message that will probably help my daughter in her teenage years, so I'm anxious for her to read it :)

As Long As You Love Me by Ann Aguirre Release day and Review

As Long As You Love Me 

by Ann Aguirre

Most people dream about getting out of Sharon, Nebraska, but after three years away, Lauren Barrett is coming home. She has her reasons—missing her family, losing her college scholarship. But then there's the reason Lauren can't admit to anyone: Rob Conrad, her best friend's older brother. 

Football prowess and jaw-dropping good looks made Rob a star in high school. Out in the real world, his job and his relationships are going nowhere. He's the guy who women love and leave, not the one who makes them think of forever—until Lauren comes back to town, bringing old feelings and new dreams with her. 

Because the only thing more important than figuring out where you truly belong is finding the person you were meant to be with





About Ann : 

Ann Aguirre

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.

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Six cars in the lot–I counted them as I went inside. No need for a cart. I picked a wheeled basket instead and got the groceries before heading to the small cosmetics section. There, I found Nadia’s brother. As ever, my pulse went into overdrive and my knees went soft. I’d always had this reaction to him; too bad he treated me like an honorary sibling.
Belatedly I noticed he was deliberating the merits of two body sprays. They were both that terrible, smelly stuff that commercials claimed would make guys irresistible to the ladies but really reeked like chemical muskrat death. I mustered some normal and stopped peering around the shelf at him.
“Neither,” I said, stepping into sight. “Please? Have mercy, seriously.”
Rob glanced up in surprise. “Not good, huh?”
“Your sweat smells better, I promise.”
“That’s a weird thing to say, Lauren.” His expression was unreadable, but that was no surprise. Nadia always compared her brother to a tree stump.
I suspected he was more like one of those giant sequoias. There might be all kinds of things going on, but you’d never climb high enough to see it. The worst thing about Robert Conrad? In eighth grade, I had a killer crush on him. He was a senior in high school at the time, lettered in both football and basketball, while I was chubby little grease spot with braces and a terminal cases of the stutters, anytime he spoke to me. We’d both moved on from those awkward days, but anytime I ran into him, I felt thirteen again, nerves jangling like a car alarm.
In some cases, time was unkind to high school athletes. They lost their hair and muscle tone. But the opposite was true of Rob. He worked construction alongside his dad, and at twenty-five, his shoulders were so broad that I wanted to climb him. Not with the giggly uncertainty of junior high, either. He was all solid muscle, great guns, ripped abs and incredibly defined deltoids. When you added chiseled features, strong jaw, blue-gray eyes and dark hair, it was hard not to drool. But it was so wrong to think that way about my best friend’s brother. I had no idea if he’d noticed my crush back in the day, but if so, he was kind enough to ignore it and not tease me. I’d slept with other guys since then, enjoyed sex just fine, but I still tingled whenever he was nearby.
Yeah, I’m taking that secret to my grave.
“You’re staring.”
I was.
“Sorry, I was considering some better options for you, cologne-wise, but I don’t think you’ll find anything here.”
He sighed and put the two sprays back. “Avery should buy it then. Because I have no idea what she’s talking about.”
“What did she say?”
My fist balled up, a knee-jerk reaction to hearing about his girlfriend. They’d started dating back in the fall and were still together, apparently. At Thanksgiving, I’d gone home with Nadia, who’d invited my mom and me over to Casa Conrad to eat. Watching Rob with Avery, it had been all I could do not to yank her hair out. She was so beautiful—model thin, with natural red hair, green eyes and the sort of face I’d call ethereal; she could dress up as Titania, the fairy queen, and totally pull it off. That day, he’d taken such great care of her, filling her plate, making sure she had a drink and was never just sitting, lonely. Seeing that made me ache.
“She wants me to be more upscale.”
“What are you, a trendy eatery?”
In my opinion, Rob didn’t need improving. He was rocking those Levi’s, along with a blue plaid flannel shirt and navy down vest. No, he wasn’t a GQ guy, but why the hell would any woman want that from him? Also, I kind of wanted to hug him, if he thought he could buy “upscale” at Safeway.
He laughed. “Not hardly.”
It might not be any of my business, but… “Don’t change for her, okay? You’re great the way you are.”
His eyes widened. Not for the first time, I noted that his irises were a swirl of charcoal and mist with specks of blue, fringed by ridiculously thick black lashes. In a face without such a strong nose and firm chin, those eyes would make him too pretty. When I had sleepovers at Nadia’s, back in high school, I imagined him cornering me and shoving me against the wall, overcome by his unspoken longings. That was pretty much my favorite fantasy when I was sixteen, but Rob never gave any sign he suffered from ungovernable passion.
Too bad.
“That’s not true,” he said quietly.
A little flicker in his eyes, a twist of his mouth, and I got the impression that he was incredibly sad. He didn’t have an expressive face, and truthfully, his at-rest look suggested he didn’t have much going on in his brain box. Behind his back, people had been calling him the quintessential dumb jock for as long as I could remember. The girl he went out with in high school dished about his body, but she never mentioned any other traits. In my rich fantasy life, I’d never wondered about his thoughts or feelings, either, and staring up at him now, a pang of remorse went through me.
“I disagree. But don’t take my word for it,” I said breezily. “I’m just the idiot who flunked out of Mount Albion.”
“Bullshit. You were always on the honor roll along with Nadia. You’re only here because you want to be.”
I was astonished into silence for a few seconds, then I rallied. “That’s a bold statement. What about the love child I’m having?”
His gaze swept down my body, quietly intense. “Nope.”
I wished I was wearing anything but sweats and that my hair wasn’t a bird’s nest. But he’d known me since I was seven, and he’d never seen me as a potential anything, so that was pointless regret. A dress or a hairstyle wouldn’t change a lifetime of indifference.
“I should get going,” I said. “My mom’s waiting for the milk and eggs.”
Clearly, I should win a prize for clever comments. But Rob nodded like I didn’t sound like a sixteen-year-old dipshit with a specialization in being weird around boys. Which was so messed up; at school, the one damn thing I excelled at was witty banter, making guys laugh. I was fucking popular at Mount Albion.
“You doing anything tonight?” he asked.
Huh? Somehow I managed not to let my jaw drop open. “Not really. I just got unpacked and most of my friends from high school are gone.”
“Avery’s visiting her cousin in Omaha this weekend, so I thought maybe you want to split a pizza. I don’t feel like cooking.”
Wow. This is definitely not a date.
“Sounds good,” I said. “What time?”
“Five thirty?”
“Sure. You remember where I live?” He’d driven me home a few times when Nadia called him to rescue us from out-of-control parties, but I didn’t imagine those occasions made much impression on him.
To my surprise, he nodded. “Out on Dover Road still, right?”

“Yep, that’s the place.” With a friendly wave, I pulled my basket past him and to the checkout lane.


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Jen's Review
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Awww, Just  Awwww

I really loved the first book in this series  (click to see my review on I want it that way)

 Nadia and Ty and Sam came to visit a little in this story - so it was nice to remember - we also saw an email from Adrian and Max :)

But this story - wow! Rob is such a sweetheart! But he doesn't get enough credit - his whole life he had always just been a pretty face - no brains attached. It's a wonder how he was able to survive on his own at all - but he did - and it was doing something he really liked. In the off season when construction was slow, he was able to buy his first home and fix it up. His girlfriend Avery wasn't the best for him. She treated him like crap telling him how he needed to do things to make himself better.

But Lauren has always seen him as the good guy he really is. even back from when she was in 8th grade and he was a senior, and her best friends older brother. Although the age gap was a bit much back then, it's a little easier now to see how these two really click.

Lauren flunked out of college - Nadia had pointed out that college life wasn't for everyone and she went back home. Lauren has a little anxiety and doesn't cope well with certain situations, so her small town home and helping Rob work on his house became easy to fall into. But after helping Rob get his big break, her anxiety gets the best of her.

Lauren is a great girl - I loved her strong will to blend in. Even if it was hard for her. She and Rob made the cutest couple.

I really loved this book :)

The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys by Katie Hart - Review

The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys 

by Katie Hart

There’s nothing better than a bad boy… 

When feisty break dancer Andrea left for university, she thought she was ready to step into the real world. But she wasn’t prepared for meeting her new neighbour, Hunter.

Arrogant, dangerous and a bit too sexy, Hunter’s everything Andrea knows she should resist…and can’t.

But when she gets swept up into Hunter’s dark, mysterious family, it seems that falling for a seductive rebel might not be all it’s cracked up to be. Is this good girl really ready to take on a bad boy?

Wattpad sensation Katie Hart is the queen of bad boys! Her debut, The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys, is perfect for fans of Kirsty Moseley

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Jen's Review
My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Cute Story!!!

There wasn't much break dancing in this book - but it was fun to read about

Andy was on her own in her new life after leaving her mom for the first time.
When she finally got to her new flat, her new roommate wasn't expecting a girl.

Hunter was a hot, but scary guy, but Andy knows how to defend herself... verbally.
She's quick with her thinking and tells Hunter exactly what she thinks of him.

Hunter's life is anything but glamorous - he is the son of the leader of a huge gang with a lot of pressures. But Hunter doesn't want to follow in his dad's footsteps, he doesn't want anything to do with the life of crime. But getting out is harder than it should be. His life is on the line. And with Andy right there next to him, her life becomes in danger as well.

These guys are really cute together - Hunter doesn't seem like the type of guy that cares for someone else, but the way he and Andy go at it with their arguments, it really starts to stir up feelings. And with their little bets on the side, it's downright comical

Really enjoyed reading this one :)

What If by Rebecca Donovan - Review

What If 

by

Rebecca Donovan

A new novel by the USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of The Breathing Series . . .

What if you had a second chance to meet someone for the first time?

Cal Logan is shocked to see Nicole Bentley sitting across from him at a coffee shop thousands of miles from their hometown. After all, no one has seen or heard from her since they graduated over a year ago.

Except this girl isn't Nicole.

She looks exactly like Cal's shy childhood crush, but her name is Nyelle Preston and she has no idea who he is. This girl is impulsive and daring, her passion for life infectious. The complete opposite of Nicole. Cal finds himself utterly fascinated-and falling hard. But Nyelle is also extremely secretive. And the closer he comes to finding out what she's hiding, the less he wants to know.

When the secrets from the past and present collide, one thing becomes clear: Nothing is what it seems.

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The Story - Behind The Story
From Rebecca Donovan's website

My life is surrounded by music. It influences me in so many ways. Whether it’s to celebrate, set a mood, or inspire a writing scene. Or just… to dance.

Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous inspired an entire story. I wanted to write about this girl. The girl who existed through the eyes of those around her. But they had no idea who she really was beneath the perfection. But I wanted to envelop her in air of mystery—which meant she couldn’t be the one to tell her story.

He had to.

That’s where Cal Logan came in. The boy next door. The guy who girls walk by in the hall without a second glance. But he steals the heart of anyone who takes the time to get to know him.

Finding his voice took great effort. He is the narrator. I knew he didn’t have an over-the-top personality like his counterpart, Nyelle Preston. And I very much needed him to sound like a guy. Not overly sensitive or a bad boy. Just the average guy. Developing his personality took multiple attempts.

At first, he bored me. I made him too simple. To the point that I had a hard time writing. And my poor beta readers would receive email after email saying, “Forget what you just read. I’m starting again.” After five such emails in five months’ time, I finally wrote, “I’m not going torture you any longer. I will send it to you once it’s completely written.”

Besides Cal’s distinct personality, there was something missing. He was telling the story about the present day, but it all related back to the past. I personally am not a fan of flashback scenes. But in order to allow the readers to invest in the characters now, I needed to show them where they came from. And so the past became tied to the present. The mystery would intertwine them.

I loved this story from the very beginning. But not how it was being told. I didn’t feel connected with it. I considered abandoning it at one point. Except it wouldn’t leave me. I needed to share this story. So how was I going to make my protagonist worthy of being heard?

Sarcasm.

Cal may be an easy going, let-life-happen, kind of guy. But add a little internal sarcasm, and then he became my new favorite voice. And I may have developed a bit of a crush on him along the way.

So now I have a narrator whose voice I adore having in my head. I have the mystery laid out, interweaving the past and the present. I created a maze of misleading corridors. But something was still missing… I didn’t love it. Not yet. And neither did my beta readers. Everyone who read it was too complacent. After seven months of writing. Rewriting. And rewriting again, I was disheartened.

I spoke to author after author, trying to figure out why I was displeased with the results. No one could quite put a finger on where I’d gone astray… what was missing. One evening, I was having dinner with my lovely friend and author, Jessica Park. We were discussing my dilemma, and she said to me, “Go back and add emotion.”

Emotion.

I was missing emotion. I had been so wrapped up in the mystery, getting lost in my own maze, that I was leaving out the most important element of the story. Feelings.

When I received the initial content edits back from the publisher, it became evident. I needed to rewrite it… again. So in ten days, I basically rewrote the entire story—which entailed staying up for fifty-two hours straight during a stretch of that time.

When I handed it back to my editor… I was smiling. I could feel it.

I am so proud of what What If has become. There are so many layers to the story, and everything is on purpose. But in the end, it’s about friendship. Love. And choosing your own path in life.

I hope you can feel everything I put into it. Because, within the words, you will also find… me.

Jen's Review
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This review is going to be hard to write -
Rebecca Donovan is an awesome author - but at the end of this book, she said to be careful with your reviews because it would be too easy to ruin the book with spoilers -

I agree - The book was fantastic - and the whole "what's going on" you keep thinking in your mind during the whole thing is what makes things more interesting

But she also suggests you go back to re-read the book even after you know how it ends - because "Everything is on purpose" I think I might do that in a couple of weeks

I really want to review this book by talking about the sweet childhood memories these 4 kids shared - Nicole moved in just before 4th grade started - Richelle was at her new house before she even got there waiting for her new best friend to arrive.
But Nicole wasn't like other kids - she had to do things differently.

But even though Nicole was always in a beautiful dress and unable to get dirty - she still became instant best friends with Cal, Rae and Richelle

I loved reading the little glimps of childhood memories they all had - and the rest of the book - lol I'm just going to stick with "wow"
That's it :)

Losing Streak by Kristine Wyllys - Review

Losing Streak (The Lane #2)

by Kristine Wyllys 

Happiness doesn't come without a price.

Rosemary Young knows the Lane. It's where she grew up, raising a brother barely younger than she was. It's where she served drinks, wearing a gaudy uniform in a low-lit bar to support her mama. It's where she fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Brandon Williams might've had a taste for gambling and been headed nowhere fast, but something about him made her almost forget every promise she ever made.

These days when Rosie walks the Lane, it's on the orders of the man who owns it. The man who owns her—Joshua King. A bet gone wrong ties her to him, serving as the collateral Brandon didn't have. For Brandon the guilt is a white-hot brand, but Rosie can't bring herself to regret it completely. The safety of those she loves is worth the sacrifice.

Now King's called Brandon back to town early and given Rosie one last job to do before they're free. Nothing—not even King—will keep Brandon from Rosie, not after three years of simply existing without her. And before it's all over, everything that had been done in darkness will come to light and nothing in their lives will ever be the same again

Kristine Wyllys

Kristine Wyllys is a 20-something foul-mouthed introvert with big hair and bigger sunglasses, born and raised in a city full of college kids and dying automotive plants outside of Detroit. These days she kicks off her boots in a town too tiny to be considered one in the northern version of the Carolinas. She married her high school sweetheart, a boy she calls Betty, when they were still babies and together they made a pair of sweet-faced, magical babies all their own: a charming old soul of a boy with a crooked grin who’s on the spectrum and a wild, second-born prince with mischievous eyes and a fierce left hook.

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Jen's Review - My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I didn't realize this was the 2nd book :) It might be nice to read Bri's story after reading about her in this book :)

Cute story - it was a little hard to read - might be because I didn't read the first book. The story was told like you knew everything and everyone, but they were reminding you in this book -

Other than that, it was a good story! I really liked how Rose and Brandon were tied into everything -

Rose isn't an easy girl to live with - even with herself. She has so much anger and frustration - but that's not all. She's a good girl with morals and her own feelings -
Her sick mom and her brother mean the world to her ,and she'd do anything she could to protect and help them.

When Rose met Brandon, she was struggling. Trying to get money to help pay for her mom's hospital visits.
When things turn worse for her mom. She turns to Brandon for help.

Little did she know exactly who Brandon was working with in his gambling problems.

Rose got suckered into this new life. Her life where her brother kept stealing booze from the bar he worked at, her mom was still sick, but she was doing ok, and Brandon couldn't be with her.

But that's not all - she's found herself in a lifestyle that she knew was morally wrong. She hated every second of it. But with all the threats that hung over her head, she had no choice but to go through with everything.

The ending surprised me a little. But I'm a sucker for a great ending :)

Really good story - think I'll read book 1 next to see if it clears up my confusion from before - the book is written to be read as a standalone book - but I think it might be better after reading the first one :)

Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine - Release Day - Review

Right Kind of Wrong

by Chelsea Fine

Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . .

Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.

Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has

Excerpt:  

“You wait here,” Jack says, getting out of the car. “I’ll be right back.”

“Uh-uh.” I open my door and climb out as well. “I need to pee.”

He pauses with a furrowed brow. “Can’t you hold it until we get Samson back to my place?”

I prop a hand on my hip. “Hold it? No, Dad. I’ve been holding it for three hundred miles.”

“Jenna, you don’t want to use the bathroom in this place. Trust me.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “What’s your deal right now? Let a girl pee, okay?” I start marching for the front doors of the seedy-looking bar.

In three quick strides, Jack’s beside me and talking in a hushed tone. “If you go in here with me, I need you to stay by my side. Do you understand?”

I snort. “In the bathroom? Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“I’m being serious.” He pulls my arm and I spin to face him in annoyance.

But my irritation quickly dissolves into bafflement when I see his expression. He looks worried. Really worried. Almost…scared.

“This isn’t a bar like the Thirsty Coyote,” he says. “Hell, this isn’t really a public bar at all. And you…” He glances over my tight tank top and red shorts. “Well, you’re going to draw attention.” He meets my eyes. “I need you to stay right by me when we go inside.” He lowers his voice. “Please.”

I shift my jaw back and forth, not sure what to think. I get it. This isn’t a girly bar and he doesn’t want guys to mess with me and blah blah blah, but come on. Stay by my side? I’m an adult with an overstuffed bladder, not a toddler wandering around Disneyland.

This is so out of character for Jack. Ever since we arrived in this town he’s been acting weird. Shady, even.

I scoff. “Fine. Whatever. But so help me, if you try to follow me into the bathroom stall I will yank off your balls and flush them. Understood?”

He moves forward, eyes narrowed. “You’re a violent little thing, you know that?”

“Yep.”

He opens the door to the bar, but unlike usual, he doesn’t hold it open for me. Instead, he steps inside and pulls me in behind him, keeping me hidden behind his massive shoulders as the door closes at my back.

Okay, not cool.

I start to move around him, curse words ready to leap from my tongue, but stop in my tracks when I realize the loud chatter inside the bar has significantly quieted. Peeking out from behind the big shoulder in front of me, I watch people, one by one, turn their heads to the door and park their eyes on Jack.

An odd tension fills the air, almost dangerous and definitely careful, but curious as well as more of the crowd turns our way.

These people know Jack, apparently, and they all look…hard. Like, motorcycle-gang hard. Even the women look like they could slice my head off with a single swipe of their excessively long, acrylic fingernails. I look at Jack and frown.

His playful smile is gone, replaced by a hard scowl, and his chest is puffed out more than usual. I’m suddenly not as desperate to pee anymore. I can hold it for another few minutes. Hell, I can hold it for another few hours, if need be.

And need might very well be.

A hefty man stands behind the bar, staring Jack down in a confrontational way. He looks to be in his fifties, with leathery skin and fat knuckles, and his shoulder-length gray hair is pulled back into a neat knot, matching the gray handlebar mustache curving out beneath his nose.

One second passes. Then two. Three.

“So the prodigal son has returned,” the hefty bartender says, and the quieting chatter fades even more as ears perk up in every corner.

“I hate to disappoint you, Jonesy,” Jack says in a rough voice I’ve never heard him use before, “but I’m only here for Samson.”

Silence.

This is clearly some kind of standoff. I’m not sure if I should be worried, scared, or on my way to getting the hell out of Dodge. But one thing’s for certain: Everyone in this bar knows Jack. And not in a friendly way.

I look up at the tall, dark, and hunky guy I’ve been traveling cross-country with and bite my lip. I thought I knew Jack inside and out, but maybe I was wrong. His jaw is tight, his eyebrows are knitted in fury, and his white-knuckled fists are clenched and ready to rumble. And everyone in the room seems to be afraid of him.

I don’t know this Jack at all.

Jen's Review
My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I love this series!

It's been a while since I read the first two books - but I remember Pixie and Levi well :)

Janna and Jack - I can't remember them from the other books - well a little of Jenna since she's Pixie's roommate, but I don't remember much else.

In this story - jack and Jenna are friends - their friendship is a little hard to see because Jenna keeps Jack at a distance though. In the book they talk about knowing each other inside and out - they hooked up once last year, but the connection they shared scared Jenna so bad, she refused to let Jack get any closer.

But Jack felt the connection as well, and he wanted more of it. He knew Jenna was afraid and gave her the space she needed.

In this story, they both needed to get back home to Louisiana. The drive there was full of tension - both lost in thought and anger about letting each other in.

When they get there, Jenna learns there is more to Jack's past than she knew - what scared her the most was how accepting she was of it, where most people would run away screaming.

Really cute story - I enjoyed this one a lot - it was different than the other two books since Jenna and Jack already had the connection :)

Chelsea Fine

Bio
Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen