In Another Life: A Novel

In Another Life: A Novel

by C. C. Hunter


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What would you do if your whole life was a lie and learning the truth could cost you your life?

From New York Times bestselling author of the Shadow Falls series comes C. C. Hunter’s new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim.

Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn’t scar her, and she’s had a great life. Now, fourteen years later, her loving parents’ marriage has fallen apart and her mom has moved them to Joyful, Texas. Starting twelfth grade as the new kid at school, everything Chloe loved about her life is gone. And feelings of déjà vu from her early childhood start haunting her.

When Chloe meets Cash Colton she feels drawn to him, as though they're kindred spirits. Until Cash tells her the real reason he sought her out: Chloe looks exactly like the daughter his foster parents lost years ago, and he’s determined to figure out the truth.

As Chloe and Cash delve deeper into her adoption, the more things don’t add up, and the more strange things start happening. Why is Chloe’s adoption a secret that people would kill for?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250312273
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/26/2019
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 237,176
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.40(d)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

C.C. HUNTER is a pseudonym for award-winning romance author Christie Craig. She is lives in Tomball, Texas, where she’s at work on her next novel.

Christie's books include The Mortician's Daughter series, Shadow Fall Novels and This Heart of Mine.

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"What are you doing?" I ask when Dad pulls over at a convenience store only a mile from where Mom and I are now living. My voice sounds rusty after not talking during the five-hour ride. But I was afraid that if I said anything, it would all spill out: My anger. My hurt. My disappointment in the man who used to be my superhero.

"I need gas and a bathroom," he says.

"Bathroom? So you can't even come in to see Mom when you drop me off?" My heart crinkles up like a used piece of aluminum foil.

He meets my eyes, ignores my questions, and says, "You want anything?"

"Yeah. My freaking life back!" I jump out of the car and slam the door so hard, the sound of the metal hitting metal cracks in the hot Texas air. I haul ass across the parking lot, watching my white sandals eat up the pavement, hiding the sheen of tears in my eyes.

"Chloe," Dad calls out. I move faster.

Eyes still down, I yank open the door, bolt inside the store, and smack right into someone. Like, my boobs smash against someone's chest.

"Crap," a deep voice growls.

A Styrofoam cup hits the ground. Frozen red slushie explodes all over my white sandals. The cup lands on its side, bleeding red on the white tile.

I swallow the lump in my throat and jerk back, removing my B cup boobs from some guy's chest.

"Sorry," he mutters, even though it's my fault.

I force myself to look up, seeing first his wide chest, then his eyes and the jet-black hair scattered across his brow. Great! Why couldn't he be some old fart?

I return to his bright green eyes and watch as they shift from apologetic to shocked, then to angry.

I should say something — like, add my own apology — but the lump in my throat returns with a vengeance.

"Shit." The word sneaks through his frown.

Yeah, all of this is shit! I hear Dad call my name again from outside.

My throat closes tighter and tears sting my eyes. Embarrassed to cry in front of a stranger, I snatch off my sandals and dart to a cooler.

Opening the glass door, I stick my head in needing a cooldown. I swat a few stray tears off my cheeks. Then I feel someone next to me. Dad's not letting this go.

"Just admit you screwed up!" I look over and am swallowed by those same angry light green eyes from a minute ago. "I thought you were ... Sorry," I say, knowing it's late for an apology. His look is unsettling.

He continues to glare. An all-in-my-face kind of glare. As if this is more than a spilled slushie to him.

"I'll pay for it." When he doesn't even blink, I add another, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you here?" His question seethes out.

"What? Do I know you?" I know I was rude, but — hotness aside — this guy is freaking me out.

His eyes flash anger. "What do you want?" His tone carries an accusation I don't understand.

"What do you mean?" I counter.

"Whatever you're trying to pull, don't do it."

He's still staring me down. And I feel like I'm shrinking in his glare.

"I'm not ... You must have me mixed up with someone else." I shake my head, unsure if this guy's as crazy as he is sexy. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I said I'm sorry." I grab a canned drink and barefoot, carrying sticky sandals, hurry to the front of the store.

Dad walks in, scowling.

"Careful," a cashier says to Dad while mopping up the slushie just inside the door.

"Sorry," I mutter to the worker, then point to Dad. "He's paying for my Dr Pepper! And for that slushie."

I storm off to the car, get in, and hold the cold Diet Dr Pepper can to my forehead. The hair on the back of my neck starts dancing. I look around, and the weird hot guy is standing outside the store, staring at me again.

Whatever you're trying to pull, don't do it.

Yup, crazy. I look away to escape his gaze. Dad climbs back in the car. He doesn't start it, just sits there, eyeballing me. "You know this isn't easy for me either."

"Right." So why did you leave?

He starts the car, but before we drive off, I look around again and see the dark-haired boy standing in the parking lot, writing on the palm of his hand.

Is he writing down Dad's license plate number? He's a freak. I almost say something to Dad but remember I'm pissed at him.

Dad pulls away. I focus on the rearview mirror. The hot guy stays there, eyes glued on Dad's car, and I stay glued on him until he's nothing but a speck in the mirror.

"I know this is hard," Dad says. "I think about you every day."

I nod, but don't speak.

Minutes later, Dad pulls over in front of our mailbox. Or rather Mom's and mine. Dad's home isn't with us anymore. "I'll call you tomorrow to see how your first day of school was."

My gut knots into a pretzel with the reminder that I'll be starting as a senior at a new school. I stare out at the old house, in the old neighborhood. This house once belonged to my grandmother. Mom's been renting it to an elderly couple for years. Now we live here. In a house that smells like old people ... and sadness.

"Is she home?" Dad asks.

In the dusk of sunset, our house is dark. Gold light leaks out of next door, Lindsey's house — she's the one and only person I know my own age in town.

"Mom's probably resting," I answer.

There's a pause. "How's she doing?"

You finally ask? I look at him gripping the wheel and staring at the house. "Fine." I open the car door, not wanting to draw out the goodbye. It hurts too much.

"Hey." He smiles. "At least give me a hug?"

I don't want to, but for some reason — because under all this anger, I still love him — I lean over the console and hug him. He doesn't even smell like my dad. He's wearing cologne that Darlene probably bought him. Tears sting my eyes.

"Bye." I get one slushie-dyed foot out of the car.

Before my butt's off the seat, he says, "Is she going back to work soon?"

I swing around. "Is that why you asked about her? Because of money?"

"No." But the lie is so clear in his voice, it hangs in the air.

Who is this man? He dyes the silver at his temples. He's sporting a spiky haircut and wearing a T-shirt with the name of a band he didn't even know existed until Darlene.

Before I can stop myself, the words trip off my tongue. "Why? Does your girlfriend need a new pair of Jimmy Choos?"

"Don't, Chloe," he says sternly. "You sound like your mom."

That hurt now knots in my throat. "Pleeease. If I sounded like my mom, I'd say, 'Does the whore bitch need a new pair of Jimmy Choos!'" I swing back to the door.

He catches my arm. "Look, young lady, I can't ask you to love her like I do, but I expect you to respect her."

"Respect her? You have to earn respect, Dad! If I wore the clothes she wears, you'd ground me. In fact, I don't even respect you anymore! You screwed up my life. You screwed up Mom's life. And now you're screwing someone eighteen years younger than yourself." I bolt out and get halfway to the house when I hear his car door open and slam.

"Chloe. Your stuff." He sounds angry, but he can just join the crowd, because I'm more than mad — I'm hurt.

If I weren't afraid he'd follow me into the house all pissed off and start an argument with Mom, I'd just keep going. But I don't have it in me to hear them fight again. And I'm not sure Mom's up to it either. I don't have an option but to do the right thing. It sucks when you're the only person in the family acting like an adult.

I swing around, swat at my tears, and head back to the curb.

He's standing beside his car, my backpack in one hand and a huge shopping bag with the new school clothes he bought me in the other. Great. Now I feel like an ungrateful bitch.

When I get to him, I mutter, "Thanks for the clothes."

He says, "Why are you so mad at me?"

So many reasons. Which one do I pick? "You let Darlene turn my room into a gym."

He shakes his head. "We moved your stuff into the other bedroom."

"But that was my room, Dad."

"Is that really why you're mad or ...? He pauses. "It's not my fault that your mom got —"

"Keep thinking that," I snap. "One of these days, you might even believe it!"

Hands full, chest heavy, I leave my onetime superhero and my broken heart scattered on the sidewalk. My tears are falling fast and hot by the time I shut the front door behind me.

Buttercup, a medium-sized yellow mutt of a dog, greets me with a wagging tail and a whimper. I ignore him. I drop my backpack, my shopping bag, and dart into the bathroom. Felix, my red tabby cat, darts in with me.

I attempt to shut the door in a normal way instead of an I'm-totally-pissed way. If Mom sees me like this, it'll upset her. Even worse, it'll fuel her anger.

"Chloe?" Mom calls. "Is that you?"

"Yeah. I'm in the bathroom." I hope I don't sound as emotionally ripped as I feel.

I drop down on the toilet seat, press the backs of my hands against my forehead, and try to breathe.

Mom's steps creak across the old wood floors. Her voice sounds behind the door. "You okay, hon?"

Felix is purring, rubbing his face on my leg. "Yeah. My stomach's ... I think the meat loaf I had at Dad's was bad."

"Did Darlene fix it?" Her tone's rolled and deep-fried in hate.

I grit my teeth. "Yeah."

"Please tell me your dad ate a second helping."

I close my eyes, when what I really want to do is scream, Stop it! I get why Mom's so angry. I get that my dad's a piece of shit. I get that he refuses to take any blame, and that makes it worse. I get what she's been through. I get all of it. But does she have a clue how much it hurts me to listen to her take potshots at someone I still sort of love?

"I'm going to sit out on the patio," she says. "When you're out, join me."

"Uh-huh," I say.

Mom's steps creak away.

I stay seated and try not to think about what all hurts, and instead I pet Felix. His eyes, so green, take me back to the boy in the store. Whatever you're trying to pull, don't do it.

What the heck did he mean?

* * *

I leave the bathroom, but before I open the back door, I stare out the living room window at Mom reclined on a lawn chair. The sun's setting and she's bathed in gold light. Her eyes are closed, her chest moves up and down in slow breaths. She's so thin. Too thin.

Her faded blue bandanna has slipped off her head. All I see is baldness. And — bam! — I'm mad at Dad again.

Maybe Dad's right. Maybe I do blame him for Mom's cancer.

It doesn't even help to remember that three weeks ago, the doctor ruled her cancer-free. In fact, her breast cancer was found so early that the doctors insisted it was just a bump in the road.

I hate bumps.

My gaze shifts to her head again. The doctor claimed the short rounds of chemo were to make sure there weren't any cancer cells floating around in her body. But until I see her hair grown back, and stop seeing her ribs, I won't stop being afraid of losing her.

When she was diagnosed, I thought Dad would come back, that he'd realize he still loved her. What's sad is that I think Mom thought he would, too. It didn't happen.

Mom's eyes open, she adjusts her bandanna, then stands up with open arms. "Come here. I missed you."

"I was only gone three days," I say. But it's the first time I left her overnight since she got cancer. And I missed her, too.

We walk into each other's arms. Her hugs started lasting longer since she and Dad separated. Mine got tighter when the big C stained our lives.

I pull out of her embrace. Buttercup is at my feet, his wagging tail hitting my leg.

"Has she redecorated the house?" Her tone is casual, but still loaded with animosity.

Just my room. Going for a conversational U-turn, I ask, "What did you do while I was gone?"

"I read two books." She grins.

"You didn't pull up your manuscript and try to write?" Before Mom and Dad's problems, Mom spent every free moment working on a book. She called it her passion. I suppose Dad killed that, too.

"No. Not feeling it," she says. "Oh, look." She pulls her bandanna off. "I got peach fuzz. I hear women pay big bucks to get this look."

I laugh, not because it's funny, but because she's laughing. I don't remember the last time Mom laughed. Are things getting better?

She moves over to the swing. "Sit down."

It sinks with her weight. Mom's shoulder bumps into mine.

She looks at me, really looks at me. Is she seeing my just-cried puffiness? "What's wrong, baby?"

The concern in her voice, the love in her eyes, they remind me of when I could go to her with my problems. When I didn't weigh every word to make sure it wouldn't hurt her. Because she already has way too much hurt.

"Nothing," I say.

Her mouth thins. "Did your dad upset you?"

"No," I lie.

Her gaze stays locked on me as if she knows I'm not being honest. I throw something out there: "It's Alex."

"Did you see him while you were there?"

Another lump lodges in my throat — I guess this subject is too tender to touch on, too. "He came by and we talked in his car."


"And nothing." I bundle up that pain for another time. "I told you he's seeing someone else."

"I'm sorry, baby. Do you hate me for moving you here?"

Duh, you can't hate someone who has cancer. But now that the cancer is gone ...? Tempting, but I can't. Just like I can't hate Dad.

"I don't hate you, Mom."

"But you hate it here?" Guilt adds a sad note to her voice. It's the first time she's considered my feelings about this. I tried my damnedest to talk her out of moving — I even begged — but she didn't give. So I gave. I've done a lot of giving.

My vision blurs with tears. "It's just hard."

My phone dings with a text. I don't want to check it, thinking it's Dad texting to say he's sorry, and Mom might see it, then I'd have to explain. He is sorry, isn't he? I want to believe he realized giving my room to Darlene was a mistake.

"Who's that?" Mom asks.

"Don't know." My phone remains in my pocket.

It dings again. Shit!

"You can check it," Mom says.

I pull it out and hold it close. It's not Dad. And now that stings, too.

"It's Lindsey." I read her text. Come over when you can.

"She called earlier to see if you were home. Why don't you go see her? I'll fix dinner."

"I'll just text her," I say, knowing Lindsey will ask about my trip, and I don't know her well enough to dump on her.

"Okay." Mom pats my arm. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza." I'm starving. I barely touched my lunch before leaving Dad's.

"Pizza? On an iffy stomach," Mom says. "How about tomato soup and grilled cheese?"

I hate tomato soup. It's sick food. Cancer food. We ate that every night of chemo. Then again, I suppose that's what I get for lying. "Sure."

* * *

Soup, a sandwich, and two sitcoms later, I hug Mom goodnight and head to bed. Both Buttercup and Felix follow me into my room. Or rather, the room I sleep in. My room doesn't exist anymore.

I grab my phone to see if any of my old friends, or maybe Alex, has texted me. Nothing's there except a message from Lindsey, reminding me to text her when I'm ready to leave for school.

I flop on my bed. Felix jumps up, snuggles beside me, and starts purring. Buttercup leaps up and lies at my feet. Phone still in hand, I swipe the screen to the selfies I took of me, Cara, and Sandy this weekend. We're all smiling, but not that big, natural kind of smile. All of us look sort of posed. Like we're faking something. Fake smiling. Faking friendship.

My finger keeps swiping until I find the older selfies with Cara and Sandy. We aren't posed, or phony looking. We're having fun. It shows in our expressions, our real smiles.

I keep going until I get to one of me and Alex. He's kissing my cheek. His blue eyes are cut to the camera, and I can tell he's laughing. I remember when it was taken. The first night we slept together. Tears fill my eyes, and my finger swipes faster. Images, snapshots of my life become nothing more than smears of color flying across my phone's screen.

I wonder if that's all life really is, just smears of color. A collage of sweeping moments in different shades and hues of emotions. Times when you're happy, sad, angry, scared, and when you're just faking it.

I toss my phone to the end of my bed and stare at the ceiling fan going around and around, and my emotions do the same. My eyes grow heavy, then — bam! — I'm not there staring at a fan. I'm trapped in a memory almost as old as I am.

I'm sitting on a brown sofa. My feet, buckled up in black patent leather shoes, dangle above dirty carpet. I'm wearing a pink frilly princess dress, but I'm not a happy princess. Deep heartfelt sobs, my sobs, echo around me. I'm a fish out of water. I can't breathe.

I sit up so fast, Felix bolts off the bed.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book from start to finish! Such a page turner.. I could not put it down. This author grabs my attention and holds it no matter what she writes about! I loved the characters and plot of the novel. The suspense of the adoption / kidnapping it Chloe or isn’t it?? I couldn’t read fast enough to find out what happened. I also enjoyed the YA romance between Chloe and Cash as well. There is something about that new, first young love that gets you every time! Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I would like this one as much as her other more paranormal books, but once again C.C. Hunter has proven to me that she is a fabulous storyteller! I fell into this and did not want to see it end! Many thanks to the author and publisher for giving me an ARC of this novel in exchange for an honest review!
AdelineMirren More than 1 year ago
What if the life you knew was a lie? Chloe has had a pretty great life ever since she was adopted at age 3, until her parents get divorced and she has to move to Joyful, Texas, where she runs into a boy named Cash who challenges her entire world view. This was a really interesting book. It kept me compelled, though it was a little predictable. I loved the romance between Chloe and Cash, and each character was so well developed with an interesting backstory. In Another Life deals with a lot of moral questions and issues, and it was interesting to see how everyone solved their problems. It was a fast-paced read that kept me turning the pages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great read! I really enjoyed the relationship between Cash and Chloe. While I had a general assumption this was more of a mystery, it wasn’t quite. It is more than just a mystery; it deals with lots of emotional feelings and I felt them all along with the characters. In Another Life is a fast paced read that keeps you thoroughly entertained and captivated. I highly recommend this book! I voluntarily received and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. Final Rating: 5 Stars
Lauragarcia More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC paperback copy of In Another Life from the publisher, all my thoughts and opinions are my own. Chloe just moved to a new town after her parents divorce she is just trying to adjust to everything when she meets Cash, who accuses her of being someone else. Chloe is confused and doesn't know what he means then later on she sees that he goes to her school and he still acts weird around her. Chloe looks just like the kidnapped daughts of Cash's foster parents who was kidnapped right before her 3rd birthday same time Chloe was adopted. So Cash trys to get close to Chloe to see if she is really "Emily" what he didn't know is that he was going to catch actual feeling for her. I liked that this book had a lot of action and suspense the action didn't start until Cash tells Chloe what he suspects. This book like all of CC Hunters other books was also a tearjerker because it deals with a lot of emotional stuff going on in both Chloe's life and Cash's life. The only thing that can get a little confusing is that it jumps from Chloe's point of view to Cash's point of view and I like that because that way you know what each person is thinking but I wish it would of been done instead at each chapter, that way you know when its changing from one person to the other. Ohter than that I really enjoyed this book it was a great read and will definitely recommend to everybody.
vphillips88 More than 1 year ago
Hunter is known for writing fun, interesting stories that know how to hold your attention. In Another Life is no different. I was looking forward to a good mystery, a little intrigue and a nice sweet romance. And while I did get all of these things, I didn't quite get as much of the mystery/thriller aspect I was hoping I would but that is okay because this story still managed to hold my attention and keep me turning the pages. The romance was sweet and the mystery, while predictable was still a fun element to the story that added depth and entertainment. While maybe not my favorite story of the author's, still a fun one to read on a long weekend to just get away for a bit.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was so awesome an i loved it I recommend it highly and it was worth the money
Savtink More than 1 year ago
I cannot get enough of her books. Every single one of them has a message and are just a great read in general. Its a story you can get lost in which is great when you need a little escape from reality.
Chrissie_W More than 1 year ago
In Another Life was a strange ride from beginning to end. Despite having an intriguing storyline, the plot played out predictably, the characters oddly mishandled, and the dialogue was very often stilted or outrageous. While I still somewhat enjoyed the book, and was able to stay focused and vaguely interested from beginning to end, I can't really say I'd recommend this one.
rach1187 More than 1 year ago
It’s been a while since the last time I read a YA suspense so I was pretty excited to start on this book. With an intriguing blurb, In Another Life was a promising read and I jumped in expecting a thriller of a ride. And I got that, but I could have done with more. Marketed as a suspense thriller, In Another Life offered an interesting though formulaic puzzle. You’ll easily be able to put two and two together and figure out the mystery early on if you’ve read your own share of the genre before. I think it only took me about 20% of the book to suss out the whole plot of this story. Predictability aside, I still enjoyed this book though. In Another Life compensated in other areas. I like how it showed the mess and hurt a divorce brings a family, the questions about identity it posed. It also didn’t hurt that both Chloe and Cash were so easy to root for. They are kindred spirits, both with their own baggage and, as Chloe puts it, “holes in their hearts.” Their romance, though it moved fast at whiplash speed at first, eventually grew on me. Overall, In Another Life was a satisfying fast-paced read. I found the story engaging and enjoyable despite its flaws. However, I think this one would appeal more to YA contemporary readers rather than its intended audience.
lee2staes More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. It’s a thriller and a romance novel. It’s a love story, it’s suspenseful, it’s about adoption, abuse, foster families and divorce. It’s an interesting look at families and adoptions. I really likes the story and the characters. It was hard for me to put this book down. It just grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. It’s a very intriguing story. The ending was perfect. I highly recommend it. My thanks to Netgalley for the advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.
sincerelykarenjo More than 1 year ago
This is the second book I’ve read from this author and I must say… I’m very impressed. I don’t know how In Another Life and This Heart of Mine compare with her paranormal romances, but I am positively in love with C.C. Hunter’s writing style. I think it’s absolutely gorgeous, incredibly compelling and wonderfully emotional. The moment I started reading In Another Life, I was immediately intrigued and excited. I had a good feeling this would be one of those books that would have me glued to the pages, holding on to my breath, clutching my heart, and preparing for the worst. Well, it surely did that and MORE. It was emotionally intense, but also filled with adorable lighthearted moments. It was heartbreaking, but also sweet and charming. It made me cry, but it also made me smile, laugh and swoon. It had all the worst and the best FEELS and I loved it. As I’ve already said, I really loved the writing style. Not only was it easy to read, but it’s just so beautifully affecting and evocative. I felt what the characters felt and it was an excruciatingly amazing experience. I liked that there was a good balance between the heavy drama, the light mystery, the sweet intimate scenes, and the adorable heartwarming moments. The characters were interesting, likable, and realistic. I loved Cash and Chloe and rooted for them so hard… not just for them to be together and have their romantic HEA, but also to find their own happiness as individuals. The romance was swoony, sweet and relatable. I liked that there were some challenge and problems in the relationship and that made the story more interesting. I also enjoyed the mystery part and trying to guess what really happened. Even though I would have liked more build-up, anticipation, and suspense, I still found myself anxious and thrilled with the twists and turns. The ending had me in tears, but it also filled me with warmth and joy. This was truly a lovely read and I enjoyed everything about this book. In Another Life by C.C. Hunter broke my heart over and over, but also made me feel so much love and hope. I liked the message of this story about finding yourself, forgiveness, trust, love, and learning how to move on from pain and anger. It’s absolutely a wonderful story and I cannot wait to read more from Hunter. I received an electronic advanced reader copy of this book from the publisher, Wednesday Books, via Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Jolie More than 1 year ago
I like reading Young Adult books. I know, how weird is it that a 40 something (hey, not giving my actual age out here!!) woman likes to read about teenagers. But I do. So when the publisher approached me to review In Another Life, I jumped on it. What attracted me to In Another Life was the cover. It is an eyecatcher. A turquoise blue cover with black writing, it caught my eye. This is a book that I would buy because of the cover. I felt awful for Chloe in this book. She had to deal with the fallout from a bitter divorce. She also had to deal with her mother’s illness (breast cancer and depression). She had every right to be upset with her father. She also had every right to question Cash when he laid the facts out in front of her. If someone I barely knew came up to me and said: “Guess what, you are the kidnapped daughter of my foster parents.” I would have had the same reaction. I liked her. I liked Cash but man, did he annoy me at points in the book. Like his obsession with proving that Chloe was Emily. I get why he was doing it. I do. But, during certain parts of the book, I was like “Just drop it, dude“. I did think that his first interactions with Chloe were borderline stalkerish. I also thought that his attitude towards his foster parents sucked. I mean, they wanted to adopt him and he noped out of it. But it did make sense. What he went through as a child scarred him. I didn’t blame him for not attempting to form relationships. Chloe’s parents disgusted me. Both of them. Her father was so wrapped up in thinking with his “little” head that he almost lost his relationship with his daughter. And her mother. I couldn’t stand her. She was constantly bad mouthing Chloe’s father. Constantly. Every scene that she was in, I could feel the bitterness rolling off the pages. Even when they were at the police station, she couldn’t stop. At that point, I had enough. I wanted to smack her upside the head and say “Helloo, focus on your daughter, you bitter harpy“. The main plotline was well written. I had no problem following along. Keeping Cash’s section in 3rd person was a smart move. It would have made it harder to read if it was in 1st person like Chloe. There was a slight lag in the middle but the author was able to get the plot back on track. I did figure out the mystery angle early in the book. With the introduction of Rodney and the not so subtle clues that were dropped, it only made what I suspected even more concrete. But, figuring out the mystery angle did not take away from the enjoyment of reading the book. I thought that Cash and Chloe’s romance was very sweet. I had a couple of “awww” moments while reading the book. I liked that the author kept the book PG too. The end of In Another Life was what I expected. Everything (and I mean all the storylines) were wrapped up. I did get a laugh at what Chloe did to Cash. Also, the epilogue was wonderful to read.
Ashes2ashes1189 More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved it ! This book has become one of my favorite reads. The suspense build had me thinking more than once “ o no, now what is going to happen?” His book had it all relationships, friendships, and finding the balance in a new family dynamic.
MeganLeprich More than 1 year ago
Thank you so much to St. Martins Press and NetGalley for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I have never read anything by C.C. Hunter and the synopsis of this book really intrigued me. I love YA mystery books and as soon as I saw that this was about a girl that might have been kidnapped and adopted to a different family, I was immediately interested. This book is about Chloe who is living with her mother that has just overcame breast cancer. After her mother and father divorce, her mom moves them to a new town and Chloe must start at a new school, as a senior no less. She's known her whole life that she was adopted but she's never let it bother her and has never had an interest in finding out who her real parents were. One weekend when her father is driving her back to her moms she meets Cash Colton and is instantly drawn to him. Cash's motives for wanting to get to know her better might have something to do with what happened in Chloe's past, something she has no idea about, something that Cash has been dealing with for the last 3 years with his current foster parents. Chloe and Cash must find out the secrets about Chloe's past before that secret ends up getting them killed. This was a great book right from the start. You're immediately drawn in when Chloe meets Cash for the first time and trying to figure out what he was talking about when they ran into each other, literally. I loved Cash's backstory and what he went through with his dad and how he overcame that and was trying to make his life right. I also loved how the story progressed with Chloe slowly learning everything about her first 3 years of life with Cash helping her out. I love when books are told from both main characters point of view instead of the author trying to have one main character explain both sides. It makes the book feel a lot more in depth and you feel like as a reader you're not missing out on any important moments with the other characters. C.C. Hunter's writing style definitely drew me in and kept my attention. I loved all the drama between Cash and Chloe's relationship. It was a very enjoyable read and I hope to read other books from the author.
Gabrielle90 More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars The book starts out with Chloe driving back to her mom's with her dad. She's full of anger at her father and is pretty much mad at the world (I think every teen has felt this way at least once). She has a new life in a town she doesn't want to live in. She has to be a parent to her mother and has little time to be a teenager. On the ride back into town, she bumps into a mysterious guy about her age. He's not very nice but she's still pulled to him (I felt like because she found him hot). As time goes on, he bumps into her more and more and neither of them can resist their attraction. After a little while, he tells her she looks like his foster parents' long lost child and at first she denies it could be her. But the more they look into it the more she starts to believe him. The closer they get to the truth, the more danger they're in. Soon, they're on the run from a psycho and even the cops. Chloe deals with her parents' crap so well for a teenager that I admire her for it. Yeah, sometimes she moans about it, but she takes care of her mother when she shouldn't have to and helps get her the help she needs. She also set her father straight. She had the maturity and balls to do something most kids (even adults) couldn't do. Cash is intriguing. He's tossed around foster homes after his father's death (he blames himself). His father was the opposite of what a parent should be and he didn't have much luck in the system until he found his newest foster parents. They want to spoil him but he doesn't take advantage of them. He actually grows to love them, emotions I wasn't sure he could feel since at the beginning he seemed so hostile. What I enjoyed about the book: I always LOVE C.C Hunter's romances! It sucks me in and I can't stop reading until it's over and then I WANT MORE. I also love how she perfectly blends romance and mystery into this story. I can't get over the fact how well she writes YA and it truly feels like she's in the mind of a teenager. I've felt every single emotion her characters do. What I disliked: I didn't want Cash to enlighten her on why he seeked her out so early in the book. BUT that didn't destroy the story, instead, it added a different twist.
Cat_Reader More than 1 year ago
I knew this writer in This Heart of Mine and I really enjoyed her writing, when I saw her new release I picked up without even reading the synopsis. When I received and read the synopsis, I was afraid whe I read it was a thriller because I did not like this genre very much, but what was not my surprise when I started reading and realizing that it was more a romance than a thriller. I loved this ! Chloe had her whole life transformed after a family problem that forced her to move from where she lived. She believed that she has the perfect family, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends, the perfect life, but we know that nothing in this world is perfect and she will discover it at a hard way. On a ride with her father, Chloe bumps into Cash, a serious kid taken from a badboy who implies with her right away. Cash had a very hard childhood and locked himself in a shell to protect his heart. From foster home to foster home he closes himself even further. Now he is in Fullers' home, a grieving family who has lost they young daughter. In this family, he finds the love, but he resists to it for think taht he does not deserve love. Upon meeting Chloe, he is intrigued by the girl's resemblance to the biological daughter of the Fullers and begins to approach her to know what exactly happened with the girl. In the midst of a delightful romance, parallel plotting, a certain suspense and tension, CC Hunter creates a plot about acceptance, strength, second chances and love leading the reader to delve into the lives of these characters and cheer to know who Chloe is and what Cash did in the past to be so distressed. I really liked the ending chosen for Chloe's mother, I really liked the cover and the plot although I think that at times it got a little repetitive and that the writer could have developed the suspense better.