My Soul to Save (Soul Screamers Series #2) [NOOK Book]


When Kaylee Cavanaugh screams, someone dies.

So when teen pop star Eden croaks onstage and Kaylee doesn't wail, she knows something is dead wrong. She can't cry for someone who has no soul.

The last thing Kaylee needs right now is to be skipping school, breaking her dad's ironclad curfew and putting her...
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When Kaylee Cavanaugh screams, someone dies.

So when teen pop star Eden croaks onstage and Kaylee doesn't wail, she knows something is dead wrong. She can't cry for someone who has no soul.

The last thing Kaylee needs right now is to be skipping school, breaking her dad's ironclad curfew and putting her too-hot-to-be-real boyfriend's loyalty to the test. But starry-eyed teens are trading their souls: a flickering lifetime of fame and fortune in exchange for eternity in the Netherworld—a consequence they can't possibly understand.

Kaylee can't let that happen, even if trying to save their souls means putting her own at risk….

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Sarah Sogigian
This second adventure for teenage bean sidhe Kaylee Cavanaugh finds her and her boyfriend Nash teaming up with Grim Reaper Tod to save the life of Addison Page. Addison is a Miley Cyrus-type child star. She sings, she acts—she sold her soul to Dekkar Media to become a star. Now Addison will die, and her soul will spend eternity in the Netherworld, in the possession of a hellion. It is up to Kaylee, Nash, and Tod to save Addison from eternal damnation in the Netherworld. What made the first book in the series, My Soul to Take (Harlequin Teen, 2009/VOYA December 2009), so trying (the mythology and monster set up) is thankfully limited to two pages in this book. Tod is still the more exciting, funny, and interesting character. But the story line is appealing, and readers will be drawn in by the backstage look at teen superstars and Kaylee's plight to use her gift to save other people's lives. The plot moves quickly and introduces readers to a Reaper legend (perhaps the funniest scene in the book) and to new monsters in the Netherworld. But Kaylee is still a typical teenager, dealing with a father who does not understand while balancing schoolwork and her bean sidhe studies. One caveat: The author would do well to stop using "sooo" with three o's to get her character's point across. This reviewer found it annoying and unnecessary. This series is recommended for readers' who like their mythology mixed with a little romance and few scares. Reviewer: Sarah Sogigian
Publishers Weekly
In the second book of her Soul Screamers series, Vincent takes on themes of fame and marketing while further developing her world of bean sidhes (aka banshees) and grim reapers. Kaylee Cavanaugh is coming to grips with being a banshee, but at least she can confide in her banshee boyfriend, Nash, and his brother, Tod, a grim reaper. When she witnesses the death of teen pop star Eden and doesn't scream, she knows something is wrong. They discover Eden's soul is missing, sold to a hellion in exchange for fame and fortune. Worse, next on the list to die and suffer eternal torment is Tod's ex-girlfriend, Addison. The trio discovers a large-scale plot by a media conglomerate to convince talented teens to sell their souls or suffer a career crash and tabloid humiliation. While Vincent's story is enjoyable, she glosses over the religious/spiritual aspect to souls, and it feels a little easy to have such a thinly disguised media empire (which specializes in "child-friendly, shiny-happy sitcoms.... squeaky-clean animated fairy tales") as her villain. Ages 14-up. (Jan.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426846021
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/1/2010
  • Series: Soul Screamers Series, #2
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 89,001
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • File size: 1,010 KB

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Vincent loves good chocolate, comfortable jeans, and serial commas. She’s older than she looks and younger than she feels, but is convinced that for every day she spends writing, one more day will be added to her lifespan. Now absorbed in the dark, tangled loyalties of her UNBOUND world, as well as the travails of a teenage banshee in her SOUL SCREAMERS world, Rachel can be found online at or

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Addison Page had the world at her feet. She had the face, the body, the voice, the moves, and the money. Let's not forget the money. But advantages like that come with a price. I should have known it was all too good to be true….

"What?" I yelled, my throat already raw from shouting over the roar of the crowd and the music blasting from dozens of huge speakers. Around us, thousands of bodies bobbed in time to the beat, hands in the air, lips forming the words, shouting the lyrics along with the beautiful, glittery girl strutting across the stage, seen close-up on a pair of giant digital screens.

Nash and I had great seats, thanks to his brother, Tod, but no one was sitting. Excitement bounced off every solid surface, fed by the crowd and growing with each passing second until the auditorium seemed to swell with the communal high. Energy buzzed through me, setting my nerve endings on fire with enough kick to keep me pinging off the walls through high school and well into college.

I didn't want to know how Tod had scored seats a mere fifteen rows from the stage, but even my darkest suspicion hadn't kept me at home. I couldn't pass up a chance to see Eden live in concert, even though it meant giving up a Saturday night alone with Nash, during my dad's extra shift at work.

And this was only Eden's opening act….

Nash pulled me closer, one hand on my hip, and shouted into my ear. "I said, Tod used to date her!"

I rode the wave of adrenaline through my veins as I inhaled his scent. Six weeks together, and I still smiled every time he looked at me, and flushed every time he really looked at me. My lips brushed his ear as I spoke. "Tod used to date who?" There were several thousand possible suspects dancing all around us.

"Her!" Nash shouted back, nodding over the sea of concert-goers toward the main attraction, his spiky, deliberately messy brown hair momentarily highlighted by a roaming spotlight.

Addison Page, Eden's opening act, strutted across the stage in slim black boots; low-cut, ripped jeans; a tight white halter; and a sparkly silver belt, wailing a bitter yet up-tempo lament about the one who got away. The glittery blue streak in her straight, white-blond hair sparkled beneath the lights and fanned out behind her when she whirled to face the audience from center stage, her voice rising easily into the clear, resonant notes she was famous for.

I stared, suddenly still while everyone around me swayed along with the crescendo. I couldn't help it.

"Tod dated Addison Page?"

Nash couldn't have heard me. I barely heard me. But he nodded and leaned into me again, and I wrapped my arm around him for balance as the cowboy on my other side swung one eager, pumping fist dangerously close to my shoulder. "Three years ago. She's local, you know."

Like us, the hometown crowd had turned out as much for Texas's own rising star as for the headliner. "She's from Hurst, right?" Less than twenty minutes from my own Arlington address.

"Yeah. Addy and I were freshmen together, before we moved back to Arlington. She and Tod dated for most of that year. He was a sophomore."

"So what happened?" I asked as the music faded and the lighting changed for the second song.

I pressed closer to Nash as he spoke into my ear, though he didn't really have to at that point; the new song was a melodic, angsty tune of regret. "Addy got cast in a pilot for the HOT network. The show took off and she moved to LA." He shrugged. "Long distance is hard enough when you're fifteen, and impossible when your girlfriend's famous."

"So why didn't he come tonight?" I wouldn't have been able to resist watching a celebrity ex strut on stage, and hopefully fall on his face, assuming I was the dumpee.

"He's here somewhere." Nash glanced around at the crowd as it settled a bit for the softer song. "But it's not like he needs a ticket." As a grim reaper, Tod could choose whether or not he wanted to be seen or heard, and by whom. Which meant he could be standing on stage right next to Addison Page, and we'd never know it.

And knowing Tod, that's exactly where he was.

After Addison's set, there was a brief, loud intermission while the stage was set for the headliner. I expected Tod to show up during the break, but there was still no sign of him when the stadium suddenly went black.

For a moment, there was only dark silence, emphasized by surprised whispers, and glowing wristbands and cell-phone screens. Then a dark blue glow came from the stage and the crowd erupted into frenzied cheers. Another light flared to life, illuminating a new platform in the middle of the stage. Two bursts of red flames exploded near the wings. When they faded, but for the imprint behind my eyelids, she appeared center stage, as if she'd been there all along.


She wore a white tailored jacket open over a pink leather bra and a short pink-fringed skirt that exaggerated every twitch of her famous hips. Her long, dark hair swung with each toss of her head, and the fevered screaming of the crowed buzzed in my head as Eden dropped into a crouch, microphone in hand.

She rose slowly, hips swaying with the rhythm of her own song. Her voice was low and throaty, a moan set to music, and no one was immune to the siren song of sex she sold.

Eden was hypnotic. Spellbinding. Her voice flowed like honey, sweet and sticky. To hear it was to crave it, whether you wanted to or not.

The sound wound through me like blood in my veins, and I knew that hours from then, when I lay awake in my bed, Eden would still sing in my mind, and that when I closed my eyes, I would still see her.

It was even stronger for Nash; I could see that at a glance. He couldn't tear his gaze from her, and we were so close to the stage that his view was virtually uninterrupted. His eyes swirled with emotion—with need—but not for me.

A violent, irrational surge of jealousy spiked in me as fresh sweat dampened his forehead. He clenched his hands at his sides, the long, tight muscles in his arms bulging beneath his sleeves. As if he were concentrating. Oblivious to everything else.

I had to pry his fingers open to lace them with mine. He turned to grin at me and squeezed my hand, beautiful hazel eyes settling into a slower churn as his gaze met mine. The yearning was still there—for me this time—but was both deeper and more coherent. What he wanted from me went beyond mindless lust, though that was there, too, thank goodness.

I'd broken the spell. For the moment. I didn't know whether to thank Tod for the tickets or ream him.

Onstage, soft lights illuminated dancers strutting out to join Eden as the huge screen tracked her every movement. The dancers closed in on her, writhing in sync, hands gliding lightly over her arms, shoulders, and bare stomach. Then they paired off so she could strut down the catwalk stretching several rows into the crowd.

Suddenly I was glad we didn't have front-row seats. I'd have had to scrape a puddle of Nash goo into a jar just to get him home.

Warm breath puffed against my neck an instant before the sound hit my ear. "Hey, Kaylee!"

I jumped, so badly startled I nearly fell into my chair. Tod stood on my right, and when the cowboy's swinging arm went through him, I knew the reaper was there for my viewing pleasure only.

"Don't do that!" I snapped beneath my breath. He probably couldn't hear me, but I wasn't going to raise my voice and risk the guy next to me thinking I was talking to myself. Or worse, to him.

"Grab Nash and come on!" From the front pocket of his baggy, faded jeans, Tod pulled two plastic-coated, official-looking cards attached to lanyards. His mischievous grin could do nothing to darken the cherubic features he'd inherited from his mother, and I had to remind myself that no matter how innocent he looked, Tod was trouble. Always.

"What's that?" I asked, and the cowboy frowned at me in question. I ignored him—so much for not looking crazy— and elbowed Nash. "Tod," I mouthed when he raised both brows at me.

Nash rolled his eyes and glanced past me, but I could tell from his roving stare that he couldn't see his brother. And that, as always, he was pissed that Tod had appeared to me, but not to him.

"Backstage passes." Tod reached through the cowboy to grab my hand, and if I hadn't jerked back from the reaper's grasp, I'd have gotten a very intimate feel of one of Eden's rudest fans.

I stood on my toes to reach Nash's ear. "He has backstage passes."

Nash's scowl made an irritated mask of his entire face, while on stage, Eden shed her jacket, now clad only in a bikini top and short skirt. "Where did he get them?"

"Do you really want to know?" Reapers weren't paid in money—at least, not the human kind—so he certainly hadn't bought the passes. Or the tickets.

"No," Nash grumbled. But he followed me, anyway.

Keeping up with Tod was a lost cause. He didn't have to edge past row after row of ecstatic fans, or stop and apologize when he stepped on one girl's foot or spilled her date's drink. He just walked right through seats and concertgoers alike, as if they didn't exist in his world.

They probably didn't.

Like all reapers, Tod's natural state of existence—if it could even be called natural—was somewhere between our world, where humans and the occasional bean sidhe reside in relative peace, and the Netherworld, where most things dark and dangerous dwell. He could exist completely in either one, if he chose, but he rarely did, because when he was corporeal, he typically forgot to avoid obstacles like chairs, tables, and doors. And people.

Of course, he could easily become visible to both me and Nash, but it was evidently much more fun to mess with his brother. I'd never met a set of siblings with less in common than Nash and Tod. They weren't even the same species; at least, not anymore.

The Hudson brothers were both born bean sidhes—that was the correct spelling, though most people knew us as banshees—from normal bean sidhe parents. As was I. But Tod had died two years earlier, when he was seventeen, and that's when things got weird, even for bean sidhes. Tod was recruited by the grim reapers.

As a reaper, Tod would live on in his own un-aging body. In exchange, he worked a twelve-hour shift every day, collecting souls from humans whose time had come to die. He didn't have to eat or sleep, so he got pretty bored for those other twelve hours of each day. And since Nash and I were among the few who knew about him, he typically took that boredom out on us.

Which was how we'd gotten kicked out of a mall, a skating rink, and a bowling alley, all in the past month. And as I bumped my way through the crowd after Tod, I had a feeling the concert would be next on the list.

One glance at the irritation glowing in Nash's cheeks told me he still couldn't see his brother, so I pulled him along as I tracked the headful of blond curls now several rows ahead of us, heading toward a side door beneath a red exit sign.

Eden's first song ended in a huge flash of purple light, reflected on the thousands of faces around me, then the lights went out.

I stopped, unwilling to move in the dark for fear that I'd trip over someone and land in an unidentified puddle. Or a lap.

Seconds later, the stage exploded with swirling, pulsing light, and Eden now swayed to the new beat in a different but equally skimpy costume. I glanced at her, then back at Tod, but caught only a fleeting glimpse of his curls disappearing through the closed side door.

Nash and I rushed after him, stepping on a series of toes and vaulting over a half-empty bottle of Coke someone had smuggled in. We were out of breath when we reached the door, so I glanced one last time at the stage, then shoved the door, grateful when it actually opened. Doors Tod walks through usually turn out to be locked.

Tod stood in the hall beyond, grinning, both backstage passes looped over one arm. "What'd you do, crawl all the way here?"

The door closed behind us, and I was surprised to realize I could barely hear the music, though it had been loud enough to drown out my thoughts in the auditorium. But I could still feel the thump of the bass, pulsing up through my feet from the floor.

Nash let go of my hand and glared at his brother. "Some of us are bound by the laws of physics."

"Not my problem." Tod waved the passes, then tossed one to each of us. "Snoozin', loozin', and all that crap."

I slipped the nylon lanyard over my neck and pulled my long brown hair over it. Now that I wore the pass, it would be seen by anyone who saw me; everything Tod holds is only as visible as he is at the time.

The reaper went fully corporeal then, his sneakers squeaking on the floor as he led us down a series of wide white hallways and through several doors, until we hit one that was locked. Tod shot us a mischievous grin, then walked through the door and pushed it open from the other side.

"Thanks." I brushed past him into the new hall, and the sudden upsurge of music warned that we were getting close to the stage. In spite of the questionable source of our backstage passes, my pulse jumped with excitement when we rounded the next corner and the building opened into a long, wide hall with a cavernous ceiling. Equipment was stacked against the walls—soundboards, speakers, instruments, and lights. People milled everywhere, carrying clothes, food, and clipboards. They spoke into two-way radios and headset microphones, and most wore badges similar to ours, though theirs read "Crew" in bold black letters.

Security guards in black tees and matching hats loitered, thick arms crossed over their chests. Background dancers raced across the open space in all stages of the next costume change, while a woman with a clipboard pointed and rushed them along.

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  • Posted December 4, 2009

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    Reviewed by Jennifer Rummel for

    Six weeks after Kaylee discovers her true identity, she and her boyfriend, Nash, attend a rock concert of a mega-star. Thanks to Tod, they're able to score backstage passes.

    While watching the performance from the wings, they view the lead singer collapse on stage. When Kaylee doesn't start singing, she believes the singer will survive.

    She is wrong.

    The singer dies without a soul. When Kaylee, Nash, and Tod talk with the oldest reaper in history, they learn she's coming back to take the opening act, Addison's, soul. Addison and Tod used to date. He convinces Kaylee and Nash to help save Addy's soul.

    When someone signs away their soul, there's a loophole - you can attempt to bargain with the hellions.

    Kaylee can't willingly let someone suffer for all eternity. Soon she's lying to her father, tricking Harmony into teaching her tricks to use in the Netherworld, and sneaking out to uncover answers. Before long, Addy's sister signs a contract. Now the problem deepens and it's a race against time to save two souls.

    Rachel Vincent writes another thrilling tale in the SOUL SCREAMERS series, filled with danger, adventure, and romance. It's a perfect paranormal romance series.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 15, 2010

    My Soul to Save

    Chilling. This book is hands down chilling. Not in a bad way, in the suspenseful, edge of your seat what the heck is going to happen next way. I liked Nash's Reaper brother Tod in My Soul to Take. He was certainly morbid, but considering his job, I don't blame him. I didn't quite understand Nash or Kaylee's father's objections to her being friends with him, at least not until this book.

    Tod is a curious blend of selfish and selfless. It almost seems like he has a hierarchy where everyone he is friends with or cares for is placed on a certain rung. Unfortunately Kaylee doesn't matter quite as much as his ex-girlfriend Addison, so she pays the price to get Addison safe again.

    Not that I blame him, Kaylee volunteers herself (and Nash since she knew he wouldn't let her go to the Netherworld by herself) against a lot of opposition. I admire Kaylee for the fact that she's willing to risk everything to help save Addison's soul. Do I wish she had asked more questions before venturing into a place that could lead to her death? Sure, but she went in with the best of intentions.

    The pacing of this novel is faster than the first book--once the ball gets rolling on the group's game plan things continue to happen one after the other like dominoes. I sometimes wished we could have seen into Tod's head, especially as his actions seem to get shadier and shadier. What we as readers notice about his behavior, Kaylee doesn't. The gradual change in Tod's personality was more apparent to the reader, since we are on the outside looking in.

    Nash seemed less on top of things in this book, less sure of himself and how to do things. He obviously still wants to believe in Tod, despite the inherent animosity between Reapers and bean sidhe, but is finding it harder and harder. Part of it seems to be jealousy, because Tod pops up and will talk to Kaylee but not show himself to Nash, but some of it is also his protective instincts.

    The uber-Reaper, Lily, is a hoot. I want to see her again more than any other character.

    The end is bittersweet, with plans being foiled for everyone. Like the end of My Soul to Take, the answer to the problem seems easy, but the end result is devastating. Its painful to think about what happens to the souls honestly, the ones that are bought/bartered/sold to hellions. With the third book, My Soul to Keep due out in June 2010, I'm glad the wait isn't so long. I want to see more of Kaylee and Nash as well as the consequences of their time in the Netherworld.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 15, 2010

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    Loving this series!

    I am having so much fun reading this series! My Soul to save captured my attention from the beginning and left me wanting more. This was definitely worth my time!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2010

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    Not any where near as good as the first but still worth reading

    I have to admit I didn't like this nearly as much as My Soul to Take. It's probably 3.5 stars worthy more than 4. I really fell in love with the characters in the first one but it sort of annoyed me that Kaylee, who is the amateur in things Other, is the one that figures everything out. It also annoyed me that Nash just seemed to be along for the ride. He didn't really contribute anything significant to the plot or story. He seemed to just fill the part of a pretty face and that was quite disappointing. In spite of the aforementioned, I still believe My Soul to Save to be worth the time to read but I do hope that Vincent steps it up in the remaining books in the series!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 14, 2009

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    CAN'T WAIT!!!!!

    First book was great and i m hoping this will be even better!!!!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2014


    "10 year old por<_>n is illeg<_>al."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2014

    Trishhhh masta supercalifriglicous TRUTH

    He tried killing meh becase i got him angry. I teased him a lot but honestly didnt like him. I fell in love and then out. He doesnt date, only se<_>x. He loves str<_>ip clubs and i wouldnt be surprised if he maste<_>rba<_>tes to 10 yr old po<_>rn.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2014

    He's an...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2014

    A nonymous POST post post post

    I remember that I joined this underground slave place. By the time I joined, Kato was already there. I remember that he drank vodka a lot, smoked, and cursed. He got into fights a lot. Someone was brave enough to stuff him in a cage for a while, and I called him Kati on purpose. I recall him liking cowboy hats and strip clubs. Someone told me that he assaulted and attempted to murder one of my friends at the rp. I know someone that likes him already(gag me). The owner movee twice, and I haven't seen him since. Hope he never comes back. POST post post post

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2014


    Hes evil

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  • Posted June 20, 2013

    Another good book by Rachel Vincent. Just enough suspense and my

    Another good book by Rachel Vincent. Just enough suspense and mystery to keep you interested, and the storyline is believable; I mean, I can see pop princesses selling their souls to get where they are!
    There were a few moments when I wanted to tell them they were being stupid, but something else would distract me and I'd forget about it.
    All in all it was a good book and I plan to read the next one to see what happens.

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  • Posted March 11, 2012

    Teens are selling their souls for fame and fortune without readi

    Teens are selling their souls for fame and fortune without reading the fine print of their contracts. Tod's ex-girlfriend is one of them. Kaylee, Nash and Tod are going to try to get it back.

    I like this book, but I am wavering between giving it 3 stars or 4 stars because a inconsistency at the end of the book. So I guess it gets 3 1/2 stars. I bumped it up to 4 instead of rounding it down to three because I did tear-up at the end.

    Kaylee is very likeable and tangible character. I like Nash, but I am hoping his personality gets flushed out a bit more in the next book. Tod.....I don't know if I like him or hate him, which actually makes him fun to read.

    The one great thing that I am growing to like about Rachel Vincent is that she doesn't wrap up her books in a big red bow with rainbows spilling out the sides. There is collateral damage.

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  • Posted February 25, 2012


    Yet another great book in the Soul Screamers series. Vincent has done it again and has left me wanting more! An amazing read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Love it already


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  • Posted December 4, 2011

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    The cover:

    As the previous book in the series, I love this one¿s cover .

    It¿s the British cover version of the book and it¿s my favorite one . Though one thing to keep in mind, it has everything to do with the story and I mean the girl¿s eyes¿ color, not the color itself .

    The story and the characters:

    I¿m a huge fan of Rachel¿s style of writing XD. It¿s like you¿re in the character¿s mind! Which is usually, as far as I know, is not a common things among books. I loved everything about it, from the settings to the characters to the secondary ones to the fiends (loool ) to Avari¿

    It was twisted and weird and funny and romantic (a lot, but not enough for me to leave the book) and I couldn¿t put it down once I really got into what was going on.

    What I love about these books is that they¿re connected, in each sequel you read what happened in the previous book and how it¿s affecting the current story. Very interesting!!!

    The ending was sad but good in the same way . I¿m proud of how strong the characters are especially Kaylee.

    The conclusion:

    I know this review is somehow short but when I love a book and don¿t have anything bad to say about it, I write only what¿s important and what I liked . The rest comes to your own personal taste.

    It¿s a must read!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2011

    Great Series!

    I was hooked by the free novellas... and now I have read straight thru all five of the "Soul Screamers" series.... PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING!

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  • Posted October 19, 2011

    Review for Rachel's Book Reviews

    Soul Screamers
    By Rachel Vincent
    "She doesn't see dead people. She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally.

    Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about her need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason, only Kaylee knows who'll be next."

    I have a lot to say about the series. I wish I could write my own synopsis, but I can't come up with anything better, one that says it all in less than 100 words. First, I'll go over the series negatives: cussing, explicit situations, drugs (well..of the supernatural variety.) I think that covers it.. Anyway, What I want to say about the series that's positive: It's a fantastically unique series. I love it. I think it's worth it's negatives, it has good plot, good contrast, I mean, it has those negatives, but it has some really amazing positives. I need to finish 'If I Die' but it's just a really original series. No ripped off plots here. I recommend it to all paranormal lovers (like me :)

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  • Posted July 5, 2011

    An amazing series!

    Very very good! I love this!

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  • Posted June 12, 2011


    Awwwwwwwww I loved seeing Tod's soft side. It's a great story and the ending tells you that there are more awesome adventures to come. Although I don't think Kaylee would mind if there weren't any adventures for a while.

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