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My Soul to Take (Soul Screamers Series #1)

My Soul to Take (Soul Screamers Series #1)

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by Rachel Vincent

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She doesn't see dead people, but…

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


She doesn't see dead people, but…

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…

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Sarah Sogigian
The new Soul Screamers series introduces readers to a new kind of teen heroine in the bean sidhe (pronounced "banshee"). Kaylee Cavanaugh has been plagued with visions of people dying since she was a little girl. Her aunt and uncle tell her she is delusional. As she grows older, however, Kaylee is no longer able to control her visions and finds herself screaming as she sees the souls of young women. This first series title introduces Kaylee and her classmate-turned-boyfriend, Nash, who is also a bean sidhe. While her family remains mum on what is really going on, Nash and Kaylee start to investigate the deaths of teenage girls that only have one thing in common—Kaylee's presence at the time of death. With the help of Tod, a reaper, the three find that not everyone who dies is supposed to. When Kaylee's best friend Emma dies, Kaylee realizes the power inside her can also bring people back from the dead. It takes quite a few pages to finally get into the story—for this reviewer it was more than three-quarters of the book—but one hopes that it is a fault of being the first installment. The ending and subsequent reveal of the villain is not only a letdown but also absurd. It is a book for teens who like a lot of romance with their fright, but purchase The Devouring by Simon Holt (Little, Brown, 2008/VOYA October 2008) for a better scare and new twist on an old story. Reviewer: Sarah Sogigian
Kirkus Reviews
Harlequin Teen's debut series, Soul Screamers, starts off with a bang. This first volume introduces readers to the likable and willful Kaylee Cavanaugh. Kaylee's life has gotten super strange ever since she realized that she sees shadows surrounding people who are going to die and feels an almost irresistible compulsion to utter a lengthy, bloodcurdling scream when death arrives. Kaylee is confused and distraught until she is let in on some secrets that her family has kept from her. Truth comes in the form of hunky Nash Hudson, who informs Kaylee, in between steamy kissing scenes, that neither she nor he is exactly human. They are bean sidhes, or banshees, and together they can put a dying soul back in its body-for a price. Kaylee confronts her family, learns about her history and her power and, with the help of Nash and her family, figures out why several beautiful young girls have dropped dead from no obvious causes. Plenty of paranormal thrills, mystery and sexy first-base-only romance. Twilight fans will love it; more discerning readers will think it ridiculous, but what do they know? (Supernatural romance. YA)

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"Come on!" Emma whispered from my right, her words floating from her mouth in a thin white cloud. She glared at the battered steel panel in front of us, as if her own impatience would make the door open. "She forgot, Kaylee. I should have known she would." More white puffs drifted from Emma's perfectly painted mouth as she bounced to stay warm, her curves barely contained in the low-cut shimmery red blouse she'd "borrowed" from one of her sisters.

Yes, I was a little envious; I had few curves and no sister from whom to borrow hot clothes. But I did have the time, and one glance at my cell phone told me it was still four minutes to nine. "She'll be here." I smoothed the front of my own shirt and slid my phone into my pocket as Emma knocked for the third time. "We're early. Just give her a minute."

My own puff of breath had yet to fade when metal creaked and the door swung slowly toward us, leaking rhythmic flashes of smoky light and a low thumping beat into the cold, dark alley. Traci Marshall—Emma's youngest older sister—stood with one palm flat against the door, holding it open. She wore a snug, low-cut black tee, readily displaying the family resemblance, as if the long blond hair wasn't enough.

"'Bout time!" Emma snapped, stepping forward to brush past her sister. But Traci slapped her free hand against the door frame, blocking our entrance.

She returned my smile briefly, then frowned at her sister. "Nice to see you too. Tell me the rules."

Emma rolled wide-set brown eyes and rubbed her bare, goose-pimpled arms—we'd left our jackets in my car. "No alcohol, no chemicals. No fun of any sort." She mumbled that last part, and I stifled a smile.

"What else?" Traci demanded, obviously struggling to maintain a rare scowl.

"Come together, stay together, leave together," I supplied, reciting the same lines we'd repeated each time she snuck us in—only twice before. The rules were lame, but I knew from experience that we wouldn't get in without them.


Emma stamped her feet for warmth, chunky heels clacking on the concrete. "If we get caught, we don't know you."

As if anyone would believe that. The Marshall girls were all cast from the same mold: a tall, voluptuous mold that put my own modest curves to shame.

Traci nodded, apparently satisfied, and let her hand fall from the door frame. Emma stepped forward and her sister frowned, pulling her into the light from the hall fixture overhead. "Is that Cara's new shirt?"

Emma scowled and tugged her arm free. "She'll never know it's gone."

Traci laughed and motioned with one arm toward the front of the club, from which light and sound flooded the back rooms and offices. Now that we were all inside, she had to shout to be heard over the music. "Enjoy the rest of your life while it lasts, 'cause she's gonna bury you in that shirt."

Unperturbed, Emma danced her way down the hall and into the main room, hands in the air, hips swaying with the pulse of the song. I followed her, keyed up by the energy of the Saturday-night crowd from the moment I saw the first cluster of bodies in motion.

We worked our way into the throng and were swallowed by it, assimilated by the beat, the heat and the casual partners pulling us close. We danced through several songs, together, alone and in random pairs, until I was breathing hard and damp with sweat. I signaled Emma that I was going for a drink, and she nodded, already moving again as I worked my way toward the edge of the crowd.

Behind the bar, Traci worked alongside another bartender, a large, dark man in a snug black tee, both oddly lit by a strip of blue neon overhead. I claimed the first abandoned bar stool, and the man in black propped both broad palms on the bar in front of me.

"I got this one," Traci said, one hand on his arm. He nodded and moved on to the next customer. "What'll it be?" Traci smoothed back a stray strand of pale, blue-tinted hair.

I grinned, leaning with both elbows on the bar. "Jack and Coke?"

She laughed. "I'll give you the Coke." She shot soda into a glass of ice and slid it toward me. I pushed a five across the bar and swiveled on my stool to watch the dance floor, scanning the multitude for Emma. She was sandwiched between two guys in matching UT Dallas fraternity tees and neon, legal-to-drink bracelets, all three grinding in unison.

Emma drew attention like wool draws static.

Still smiling, I drained my soda and set my glass on the bar.

"Kaylee Cavanaugh."

I jumped at the sound of my own name and whirled toward the stool to my left. My gaze settled on the most hypnotic set of hazel eyes I'd ever seen, and for several seconds I could only stare, lost in the most amazing swirls of deep brown and vivid green, which seemed to churn in time with my own heartbeat—though surely they were just reflecting the lights flashing overhead. My focus only returned when I had to blink, and the momentary loss of contact brought me back to myself.

That's when I realized who I was staring at.

Nash Hudson. Holy crap. I almost looked down to see if ice had anchored my feet to the floor, since hell had surely frozen over. Somehow I'd stepped off the dance floor and into some weird warp zone where irises swam with color and Nash Hudson smiled at me, and me alone.

I picked up my glass, hoping for one last drop to rewet my suddenly dry throat—and wondered fleetingly if Traci had spiked my Coke—but discovered it every bit as empty as I'd expected.

"Need a refill?" Nash asked, and that time I made my mouth open. After all, if I was dreaming—or in the Twilight Zone— I had nothing to lose by speaking. Right?

"I'm good. Thanks." I ventured a hesitant smile, and my heart nearly exploded when I saw my grin reflected on his upturned, perfectly formed lips.

"How'd you get in here?" He arched one brow, more in amusement than in real curiosity. "Crawl through the window?"

"Back door," I whispered, feeling my face flush. Of course he knew I was a junior—too young even for an eighteen-and-over club, like Taboo.

"What?" He grinned and leaned closer to hear me above the music. His breath brushed my neck, and my pulse pounded so hard I felt light-headed. He smelled sooo good.

"Back door," I repeated into his ear. "Emma's sister works here."

"Emma's here?"

I pointed her out on the dance floor—now swaying with three guys at once—and assumed that would be the last I saw of Nash Hudson. But to my near-fatal shock, he dismissed Em at a glance and turned back to me with a mischievous gleam in those amazing eyes.

"Aren't you gonna dance?"

My hand was suddenly sweaty around my empty glass. Did that mean he wanted to dance with me? Or that he wanted the bar stool for his girlfriend?

No, wait. He'd dumped his latest girlfriend the week before, and the sharks were already circling the fresh meat. Though they're not circling him now… I saw no one from Nash's usual crowd, either clustered around him or on the dance floor.

"Yeah, I'm gonna dance," I said, and again, his eyes were swirling green melting into brown and back, flashing blue occasionally in the neon glow. I could have stared at his eyes for hours. But he probably would have thought that was weird.

"Let's go!" He took my hand and stood as I slid off the bar stool, and I followed him onto the dance floor. A fresh smile bloomed on my face, and my chest seemed to tighten around my heart in anticipation. I'd known him for a while—Emma had gone out with a few of his friends—but had never been the sole object of his attention. Had never even considered the possibility.

If Eastlake High School were the universe, I would be one of the moons circling Planet Emma, constantly hidden by her shadow, and glad to be there. Nash Hudson would be one of the stars: too bright to look at, too hot to touch and at the center of his own solar system.

But on the dance floor, I forgot all that. His light was shining directly on me, and it was sooo warm.

We wound up only feet from Emma, but with Nash's hands on me, his body pressed into mine, I barely noticed. That first song ended, and we were moving to the next one before I even fully realized the beat had changed.

Several minutes later, I glimpsed Emma over Nash's shoulder. She stood at the bar with one of the guys she'd been grinding with, and as I watched, Traci set a drink in front of each of them. When her sister turned around, Emma grabbed her partner's drink—something dark with a wedge of lime on the rim—and drained it in three gulps. Frat boy smiled, then pulled her back into the crowd.

I made a mental note not to let Emma drive my car—ever— then let my eyes wander back to Nash, where they wanted to be in the first place. But on the way, my gaze was snagged by an unfamiliar sheet of strawberry-blond hair, crowning the head of the only girl in the building to rival Emma in beauty. This girl, too, had her choice of dance partners, and though she couldn't have been more than eighteen, she'd obviously had much more to drink than Emma.

But despite how pretty and obviously charismatic she was, watching her dance twisted something deep inside my gut and made my chest tighten, as if I couldn't quite get enough air. Something was wrong with her. I wasn't sure how I knew, but I was absolutely certain that something was not right with that girl.

"You okay?" Nash shouted, laying one hand on my shoulder, and suddenly I realized I'd gone still, while everyone around me was still writhing to the beat.

"Yeah!" I shook off my discomfort and was relieved to find that looking into Nash's eyes chased away that feeling of wrong-ness, leaving in its place a new calm, eerie in its depth and reach.

We danced for several more songs, growing more comfortable with each other with every moment that passed. By the time we stopped for a drink, sweat was gathering on the back of my neck and my arms were damp.

I lifted the bulk of my hair to cool myself and waved to Emma with my free hand as I turned to follow Nash off the dance floor—and nearly collided with that same strawberry blonde. Not that she noticed. But the minute my eyes found her, that feeling was back in spades—that strong discomfort, like a bad taste in my mouth, only all over my body. And this time it was accompanied by an odd sadness. A general melancholy that felt specifically connected to this one person. Whom I'd never met.

"Kaylee?" Nash yelled over the music. He stood at the bar, holding two tall glasses of soda, slick with condensation. I closed the space between us and took the glass he offered, a little frightened to notice that this time, even staring straight into his eyes couldn't completely relax me. Couldn't quite loosen my throat, which threatened to close against the cold drink I so desperately craved.

"What's wrong?" We stood inches apart, thanks to the throng pressing ever closer to the bar, but he still had to lean into me to be heard.

"I don't know. Something about that girl, that redhead over there—" I nodded toward the dancer in question "—bothers me." Well, crap. I hadn't meant to admit that. It sounded so pathetic aloud.

But Nash only glanced at the girl, then back at me. "Seems okay to me. Assuming she has a ride home…"

"Yeah, I guess." But then the current song ended, and the girl stumbled—looking somehow graceful, even when obviously intoxicated—off the dance floor and toward the bar. Headed right for us.

My heart beat harder with every step she took. My hand curled around my glass until my knuckles went white. And that familiar sense of melancholy swelled into an overwhelming feeling of grief. Of dark foreboding.

I gasped, startled by a sudden, gruesome certainty.

Not again. Not with Nash Hudson there to watch me completely freak out. My breakdown would be all over the school on Monday, and I could kiss goodbye what little social standing I'd gained.

Nash set his glass down and peered into my face. "Kaylee? You okay?" But I could only shake my head, incapable of answering. I was far from okay, but couldn't articulate the problem in any way resembling coherence. And suddenly the potentially devastating rumors looked like minor blips on my disaster meter compared to the panic growing inside me.

Each breath came faster than the last, and a scream built deep within my chest. I clamped my mouth shut to hold it back, grinding my teeth painfully. The strawberry blonde stepped up to the bar on my left, and only a single stool and its occupant stood between us. The male bartender took her order and she turned sideways to wait for her drink. Her eyes met mine. She smiled briefly, then stared out onto the dance floor.

Horror washed over me in a devastating wave of intuition. My throat closed. I choked on a scream of terror. My glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. The redheaded dancer squealed and jumped back as ice-cold soda splattered her, me, Nash, and the man on the stool to my left. But I barely noticed the frigid liquid, or the people staring at me.

I saw only the girl, and the dark, translucent shadow that had enveloped her.

"Kaylee?" Nash tilted my face up so that our eyes met. His were full of concern, the colors swirling almost out of control now in the flashing lights. Watching them made me dizzy.

I wanted to tell him… something. Anything. But if I opened my mouth, the scream would rip free, and then anyone who wasn't already looking at me would turn to stare. They'd think I'd lost my mind.

Maybe they'd be right.

"What's wrong?" Nash demanded, stepping closer to me now, heedless of the glass and the wet floor. "Do you have seizures?" But I could only shake my head at him, refusing passage to the wail trying to claw its way out of me, denying the existence of a narrow bed in a sterile white room, awaiting my return.

And suddenly Emma was there. Emma, with her perfect body, beautiful face and heart the size of an elephant's. "She'll be fine." Emma pulled me away from the bar as the male bartender came forward with a mop and bucket. "She just needs some air." She waved off Traci's worried look and frantic hand gestures, then tugged me through the crowd by one arm.

I clamped my free palm over my mouth and shook my head furiously when Nash tried to take that hand in his. I should have been worried about what he would think. That he would want nothing else to do with me now that I'd publicly embarrassed him. But I couldn't concentrate long enough to worry about anything but the redhead at the bar. The one who'd watched us leave through a shadow-shroud only I could see.

Emma led me past the bathrooms and into the back hall, Nash close on my heels. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.

"Nothing." Emma paused to turn and smile at us both, and gratitude broke through my dark terror for just an instant. "It's a panic attack. She just needs some fresh air and time to calm down."

But that's where she was wrong. It wasn't time I needed, so much as space. Distance, between me and the source of the panic. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room in the whole club to get me far enough away from the girl at the bar. Even with me standing by the back door, the panic was as strong as ever. The unspoken shriek burned my throat, and if I unclenched my jaws—if I lost control—my scream would shatter eardrums all over Taboo. It would put the thumping dance beat to shame, and possibly blow out the speakers—if not the windows.

All because of some redhead I didn't even know.

Just thinking about her sent a fresh wave of devastation through me, and my knees collapsed. My fall caught Emma off guard, and I would have pulled her down if Nash hadn't caught me.

He lifted me completely off the ground, cradling me like a child, and followed Emma out the back door with me secure in his arms. The club had been dim, but the alley was dark, and it went quiet once the door thumped shut behind us, Emma's bank card keeping the latch from sliding home. The frigid near-silence should have calmed me, but the racket in my head had reached its zenith. The scream I refused to release slammed around in my brain, reverberating, echoing, punctuating the grief still thick in my heart.

Nash set me down in the alley, but by then my thoughts had lost all semblance of logic or comprehension. I felt something smooth and dry beneath me, and only later would I realize Emma had found a collapsed box for him to set me on.

My jeans had ridden up on my legs when Nash carried me, and the cardboard was cold and gritty with grime against my calves.

"Kaylee?" Emma knelt in front of me, her face inches from mine, but I couldn't make sense of a word she said after my name. I heard only my own thoughts. Just one thought, actually.


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 www.rachelvincent.com or urbanfantasy.blogspot.com.

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bookworm_95 More than 1 year ago
One of the first things that caught my eye about the book My Soul to Take by Rachel Vincent was that it was about banshees, or bean sidhes as they're referred to in the book. In a time when ya literature is swarmed with vampire novels (which I do love)and other paranormal activity, it was nice to find a novel that brought a new subject into the light. Never before had I read a book about Banshees. And I was amazed by this one (I'm a new banshee fan!). This story is about Kaylee Cavanaugh, who is slowly discovering that she is a Banshee. The story continues as she catches the attention of Nash Hudson, a very popular (though surprisingly sensitive) jock. Nash seems to know a lot about what's wrong with Kaylee. He helps her (along with Kaylee's best friend Emma) as they discover that something terrible is happening to teenage girls in their area. And all signs point to the Netherworld, a frightening place that is like an alternate reality where demons roam. As the tension goes on the stakes get higher. Any girl could be next...including Kaylee or Emma. This book was packed with action, romance and thrills and I couldn't put it down! I recommend this book to anyone who loves a good paranormal romance (but perhaps is looking for something fresh).
CatholicKittie More than 1 year ago
OHMYFREAKINGGOSH! I mean wowza. I have not read a story this original since uh hmm? I want to say ever, but that is untrue and unfair. So I will say its been awhile. Generally I have a problem with characters harping on how plain jane they are, unremarkably unattractive they are and/or how so amazing they are but since this is teenage girls, I find it acceptable. And even if I say I don't remember being as hot under the collar as Kaylee, I would be lying if I said I never was. It's just been so long. That said, the only real problem I had with the book was how fast and uneventful Kaylee and Nash established coupledom. And why? There was no time for us to see What they liked about each other, besides the fizzle business in the parts below. But that can be chalked up to my age. I need the substance that builds lasting love not the tingling neither parts that feeds luurve. But again hello, high schoolers. Now to everything else which I love. I loove it wasn't the overdone vampires, werewolves, shape shifters ect. Which even when done right and unique is still sort of like old hat. So kudos right off for that. The characters were believable teens. The loyalty, the cliques, the stereotypes groups. I am a firm believer that cliches are based in facts. Cheer/dance squads are mainly (b)witchy, girls within the same age range in same family have that competition for attention, girls do try to screw each other over when it comes to a high school hottie. So it was all believable. Now the imagery and consistency of it. Now with me I get bored with the scenery and backdrop descriptions. But other than that I sorta skim until I get past it and back to the substance. But that's just me. The netherworld description was well done. Okay, maybe I was a bad kid but if my parents pulled the crap her family pulled, they would not get off the hook that easily. I would be highly P-O'd. Honestly, you chose to have me believe I am crazy rather than tell me what was up? Heck no would they live that down. Kaylee was mad, which I loved but not mad enough. Kaylee was snarky but not nearly enough. Best of all it left me begging for more in the series. And unlike house of night Kaylee is not near the whore of the heart Zoey is. Which is hard to do in a YA novel. YA Girls love boys boys boys! And Vincent adds that hmm nice 3 point dimension to the story. catholickittie.blogspot.com
ChelseaW More than 1 year ago
Kaylee Cavanaugh she is not your average teenager. When someone around her is about to die, she gets an uncontrollable urge to scream. After getting information from her Uncle and new boyfriend Nash, she realizes there is a lot more to learn about who she is and what she can do. The story takes place over a short period of time, but the plot is chock full of twists and turns, with a climactic ending that sneaks up and punches you in the gut. MY SOUL TO TAKE is a great paranormal romance story for teen girls. Kaylee deals with the usual paranormal issues ("Where did I come from and how do I learn to control my powers?") along with the more normal teenage issues ("Does he like me and am I pretty enough for him?") Together with some uncommon paranormal myths, readers will delight in the Soul Screamers series. This book is a great start to the new Harlequin Teen line-up. Vincent has written an engrossing and spooky tale that will leave new readers begging for more action and answers! (While waiting for more, readers can check out the prequel, MY SOUL TO LOSE, available for free download on the eHarlequin site.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read the novellas first... then dive right into the five books in the "Soul Screamers" series! I hope there will be a # 6!!!
LadyJ-NY More than 1 year ago
It has been a long time since a book has forced me to stay up reading, let alone finish in a day. I could not put this book down. I have been trying to find a new series to captivate me the way Twilight has and this has definately done it. Now don't misunderstand me, this is nothing like Twilight. So far no vampire or werewolves, but it does deal with another kind of supernatural being that I haven't seen to often in stories, Banshees or (Bean Sidhes) as it's written in the story. I am a vampire/paranormal romance reader and I am so glad I decided to buy this book, along with the 2nd in it's series, My Soul to Keep, which I will start reading tonight. I love the characters, I like the originality of the story, and I love Rachel Vincent's style of writing which made it easier for me to rlate to the story. Especially when at one point she writes, "Whatever I'd glimpsed was too big to be a rodent-unless we'd stepped into Buttercup's fire swamp-..." Only people who have seen the Princess Bride as many times as I have will understand that line, and I absolutely loved it. Definately will read more from her!!!
ShezWickedBabii More than 1 year ago
When I first got this book about three weeks ago, I was definitly kinda stepping away from the Vampire werewolf theme...But Rachel Vincent is one of my favorite authors...After actually reading this book I couldn't put it down and I finished it in one day...It was that good...Its something different but still in the paranormal section...It reminds me of that show "Dead Like me" But ten times better...I loved the whole Banshee and grim Reaper thing! I just wished it was more thicker...But other than that it was worth the money and time!
Asmita More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. And i m craving for the second one to come. It is now in my top list of books.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Kaylee Cavanaugh is not your average teenage girl. There's something a bit off about her. Whenever she's near someone who is about to die, she can sense it. When that happens, she feels the urge to scream loud enough for everyone to hear. Kaylee wants to be a normal girl. Being a normal girl to Kaylee is going out on a date with her crush, Nash, who also happens to be the hottest guy in school. But going out on that date has to take a backseat when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason. Nash doesn't seem as in the dark as Kaylee feels, and she needs to know why. Who will die next? Only Kaylee knows for sure. Wonderfully written characters that are portrayed as typical teenagers that possess extraordinary powers. A fast-paced, engrossing read that you won't want to put down. A story that I wouldn't mind sharing with my preteen, although she'll have to wait until I am done. MY SOUL TO TAKE is a wonderful beginning to a series that fans of Ms. Vincent's adult SHIFTERS series will definitely be rushing out to buy. A book like this is one of the reasons that I add authors to my auto-buy list. This is definitely a keeper.
Archaeolibrarian More than 1 year ago
My Soul to Take tells the story of Kaylee, a girl with more to her than she realises. Her history comes straight out of Ireland, and with Nash by her side, she is more than capable of dealing with whatever gets thrown her way. She lives with her aunt, uncle, and cousin, due to her father leaving for Ireland upon the death of her mother. Nash is the 'hot' boy at school, and hasn't shown any interest in Kaylee until one evening when he sees her at a night club. There is back story to this, and things are explained; at the same time, there is plenty left open for future stories. This is well written, with no editing or grammatical errors to disrupt my reading flow. The characters were enjoyable, and I particularly liked Nash's support for Kaylee. An excellent start to the series, and I look forward to reading more by this author. Definitely recommended. * Verified Purchase - March 2013 * Merissa Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the story development and characters. I enjoy reading paranormal stories and young adult fiction. Kaylee sounds like a wonderful girl, smart, good basic principle sand insight. I followed Kayleediscovery of who and what she is becoming. Strong cast of support characters in Nash and Emma. Too late in Kaylee's life, her father tells her the truth about her family. While Kaylee is angry and hurt but accepts him as part.of her life. The next book of this series will be the deciding factor whether or not I read the series.
SmalltownSR More than 1 year ago
Over all, I enjoyed the book very much. Interesting story line and characters for the most part. However, I think Kaylee is walking a thin line between getting on my nerves, and being likable. I am very much looking forward to learning more about the dynamic between Tod and Nash, and Kaylee getting to know her father more.
Book_Sniffers_Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was a fan of Rachel’s Shifter series and was interested to read her YA series. I wasn’t overly sure what to expect other than the fact that Kaylee can sense when people are about to die. However, the story was more than that, more mythology than supernatural. It isn’t revealed what’s really going on with Kaylee until about a quarter through the book after Kaylee predicts a teenage girls death. Until that point, Kaylee is certain she’s crazy. After all, the last time she sensed anothers impending doom, she fell off her rocker and started screaming bloody murder. Her aunt and uncle had her sedated in the hospital after that until she could regain control. So when she starts seeing death again, she tries to hide it for as long as she can. However, Nash knows what’s going on with Kaylee and it’s not that she’s crazy. Pretty soon, Kaylie finds herself in a whole new world. I could have done without the “romance” in this one. Nash literally comes out of nowhere. I don’t know if it’s ever fully hashed out on why Mr. Popular randomly drops his life to chase after Kaylee, a girl who he showed no interest in previously. The fact that they went from strangers to dating in the blink of an eye after spending years co-existing around each other, just seemed odd. I wish the author spent a little more time building their relationship instead of just throwing it into the mix and moving on with the story. The mythology of this was fun though. I’ve never read a story that dealt with this particular folklore. I don’t want to say anything about it and give away what happens with Kaylee but I like that the author thought outside the box and brought a whole new world for YA paranormal books. Plus, there are reapers in this one with all the death taking place, and I find reapers to be a fascinating character in books. However, I had quite a bit of problems with this book too. There were a lot of things that didn’t make sense. Like Kaylee’s father abandoning her to her uncle and aunt while he took off to Ireland to live his life. All because her mother died when she was a baby and he couldn’t deal being around her. Then later when he comes back, he gives a “better” explanation as to why he left, but even still, it was really weak. You have the issue with the aunt that seems to be brushed over like no big deal. Then the innocent girl’s death with no remorse from Kaylee and Nash for their involvement. There were just a lot of things that didn’t work for me. It’s a little early to judge the series but the author definitely has left some things open. I don’t think we know fully what Kaylee’s heritage means for her, her family, or her relationship with Nash. I have a feeling Kaylee has more powers up her sleeve than she’s unaware of. I will have to grab the sequel and see if anything happens.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kiss ur jand three times and post this on three other books then look under you pillow.
vleighwrites More than 1 year ago
5/5 stars
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Vampire-Love More than 1 year ago
This book is full of suspense and teenage angst. At times you will find yourself on edge waiting to see what happens, and others your thinking to yourself, seriously are you THANT dense?! Kaylee and Nash make a great couple, but I'm hoping in future books the author will bring into play that socially they are on opposite sides of the school and see what kind of drama that can stir up. I'm acutely interested to find out more about Todd as well, I think a love triangle would be a great twist in the future! Overall it's a really good book and I'm excited to read the next one. I was actually surprised that I enjoyed it as much as I did being that there are no vampires... Audible was having a sale and I found this book among the titles, my deciding factor was the narrator - I've listened to several of her books in the past and enjoyed them so I figured, why not give it a try.
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I read this book in 3 days. I enjoyed this book, especially since I understood the nevernever and what a bean sidth is, I can thank the Iron Fey series for that.
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