This is one intense book. INTENSE I tell you! Intense subject matter, emotionally intense, romantically intense, and intensely stunning. Gut-wrenching, dark, and even occasionally panic-inducing. I found myself trembling as the revelations were slowly coming to light.
But that dark intensity blends harmoniously with the lighthearted moments of laughter and silly-sweet banter.
He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.”
“You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.”
“I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.”
“Shut up, Holder.”
“You probably even…”
I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking,” I say.
That part made me grin, and there is a lot of that.
It is loaded in “light” despite the dark aura that surrounds it, relieving a lot of that pressure. Allowing it’s beauty and warmth to shine through. And it’s deep. Building on a new friendship, learning to connect and actually feel. Something that the heroine never thought she’d be capable of. Plagued by nightmares, and somewhat… numb. She can’t cry. She’s not even sure she can love. She’s never let anyone in. She’s never felt like letting anyone in.
Why? I’ll let you find out.
So what’s it about? Here’s a little taste of the beginning…
After years of homeschooling, “Sky” is finishing her last year of high school at a real one. Having only ever had one friend (her neighbor) she’s socially reserved, and not that concerned about the mean girls, no matter how insistent they are in getting under her skin. They’re wasting their time. She couldn’t care less. But she makes one friend. Loved him!!!
And then she made two friends. Loved the second one even more!
“Dean Holder? Messy brown hair? Smoldering blue eyes? A temper straight out of Fight Club?”
I shrug. “Dowds sike dim,” I say, my words barely audible thanks to the grip she still has on my face.
She releases her hold and I repeat what I said. “Sounds like him,” I say, massaging my cheeks. “You know him?”
She stands up and throws her hands up in the air. “Why Sky? Of all the guys you could be attracted to, why the hell is it Dean Holder?”
But then… I wasn’t so sure I was supposed to love him. It started off one way, went in another direction, and then pulled me right back to that… initial feeling of “crazy”. I was nervous. And so was she. But while she’s hearing warning bells, she can’t help how she feels around him. Wait. What? Feels? Yep!
I hate it. I absolutely, positively hate this beautiful, magical feeling.
She’s feeling. Intensely. And no matter how many kisses and make-out sessions she’s had in her past, this guy is holding all of the cards. She wants his kiss like she’s never wanted anything before. But he knows she has… issues, and he wants to be sure she’s 100% there with him when it happens.
“Let me inform you of something,” he whispers. “The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your first kiss. Because if you’ve never felt anything when someone’s kissed you, then no one’s ever really kissed you. Not the way I plan on kissing you
And may I just proclaim that the “first kiss” in this story is the most gratifying, incredible, OMG experience of my book-kissing life? Just you wait. 😉
But don’t think we’re all good after that. This one’ll keep you guessing. I guessed and guessed, and had some things… close, and some WAY off.
What’s her deal?
His eyebrows draw apart and he frowns, cupping my cheeks. “Where’d you go, Sky?”
What’s his deal?
I hate that there are so many sides to him that I don’t understand, and I don’t know if I even want to keep trying to understand them. There are parts of him I love, and parts of him I hate, and parts that terrify me and parts that amaze me.
Of course they’ve both got a hidden past making them who they are today, and as they feel their way in the dark to each other, the fun (or the un-fun ;)) is in the reveal. Like I mentioned to a friend who was also “taste-testing” this one before it’s release:
Maryse: Oh you have a ride ahead of you. I swear I guessed like 5 different things before I got it right. It’s like the author waves her hand in one area and says “Hey you! Pay attention to this… and then you’re all oooh I know!!! And then *poof* you didn’t know at all. Now zipping myself back up. LOL! hehehe. I can’t say anymore.
BFF: you know I love you but sometimes you suck.
HEA? I can’t say. Just know I died a little as I read this. And I came to life a few times, too.
“You can’t get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It’s the fake happy ever afters that should piss you off.”
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