Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn't fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she's lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to Buttcrack-of-Nowhere, Ohio, to help her mom escape a bad relationship.
All the girls in her new school want one thing-Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack has never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he's never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face.
Jack's met his match. Now, suddenly everything is a game. The goal: make the other beg for mercy. The game board: East Summit High. The reward: something neither of them expected.
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Love Me Never
By Sara Wolf, Stacy Abrams, Lydia Sharp
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3 years, 9 weeks, 5 days
WHEN I WAS SIX, Dad told me something really true: everyone has a to-do list.
It took me another eleven years to actually get around to making one, but thanks to a certain asshole in my life, it's finished:
1. Don't talk about love.
2. Don't think about love.
3. Thinking and talking about love leads to Love, which is the enemy. Do not consort with the enemy. Even if those hot-ass actors in the movies make it look cuddly and nice and tempting, don't fall for it. It's the biggest bad in the world, the worst villain ever created by hormone-pumped pubescent morons. It's the Joker, Lex Luthor, that one overweight guy who's always messing with the Scooby-Doo gang. It's the final boss in the massive joke of a video game you call your life.
Everyone at Avery Brighton's party right now has their own to-do list, and most of them look identical to the following:
1. Get drunk.
2. Get more drunk.
3. Try not to vomit on anyone cute.
4. Try to score with the cute person you tried your best not to vomit on.
It's a foolproof list that's easy for even idiots to follow. It ensures you're drunk enough to think everyone is cute, so that you don't throw up on anyone, and so you try to score with everyone. It's basically a how-to for people who watch too much TV and think having fun is getting blind drunk and making out with someone they don't remember. It makes everyone here intolerable. Especially the boys. One of them slings his arm around my shoulders, red in the face and murmuring suggestively about going somewhere quieter.
He has no idea who I am. He has no idea what I've been through.
He's an idiot. But then again, most people are.
I wrinkle my lip and push him off before I hurry into the kitchen. People are too busy boozing up here to bother hitting on girls. Not that I get hit on a lot. Getting hit on is still a new thing, a weird thing, because boys don't generally hit on fat girls and that's what I used to be. The fat girl.
I pull my Florence and the Machine T-shirt lower to make sure it covers everything. Flaunting your stretch marks to the entire "cool" populace of East Summit High probably isn't the best way to make influential friends. Or friends, period. I'd settle for either. Hell, I'd settle for an enemy at this rate. Without an anchor, the sea of high school is the shittiest ride in the world.
"Isis!" A drunk girl sloshes up to me, black hair plastered to her face with sweat. "Hiiiii! How are ... What ... You're doing in here?"
"Uh, yes?" I try. She giggles.
"I'm Kayla. We met in history of the ... planet."
"World history," I offer.
"Yeah!" She claps and points at me. "Wow. You are really smart."
"I'll be really wet if you don't stop that." I gently position her hand upright, her red cup of beer precariously dripping on the floor and my jeans.
"Oh, will you be wet?" She closes both her eyes really hard and smiles. When I don't react, she does it again.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Where I come from, that's called drunk."
"Drunk?" She buzzes her lips in a laugh, spraying a bit of beer-spit over me. "Not little a even!"
"Look, you're really" — I pause as Kayla burps — "great, and thanks for talking to the weird new girl, but I think you need to lie down. Or possibly go back in time. Before the invention of liquor."
"You're so funny! Who invited you?"
"Ohhh, she's doing that thing again." Kayla laughs. "Don't drink the punch!"
"She invites alllll the new kids to a party. If they stay the entire night without crying or wetting themselves, they're cool in our book."
Great. Seven hours of binge drinking crappy beer bought by someone's older brother is the proving ground for who's cool and who's not. I should've expected that from a boring, sterile little Ohio suburb like this one.
"What's in the punch?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at the giant plastic bowl filled with ruby liquid.
"Powdered lax ... laxa ... pooping powder!" Kayla concludes. A few boys circle around her like sharks, just waiting for the moment she passes the threshold from drunk to too-drunk-to-protest. I glower at them over her shoulder, pull her by the hand upstairs, and go to the second landing, where it's quiet and not full of horny vultures. We lean on the banister and watch the chaos below.
"So where are you from again?" Kayla asks. Now that she isn't swaying crazily, I can get a good look at her. Her dark hair and eyes make her one of the few nonwhite people in the school. Her skin's amber, the color of honeycomb. She's really pretty. Better than most of the girls here, anyway, and definitely way better than me.
"I'm from Florida," I say. "Good Falls. Tiny, boring place. Lots of mosquitoes and football jocks."
"Sounds a lot like here." She giggles, chugging the rest of her beer. Someone downstairs opens a can of cocktail wieners and starts throwing them around. Girls shriek and duck and pick them out of their hair and boys chuck them at each other and try to get them down girls' shirts. A wiener flies up and gets stuck in the chandelier, and Kayla ooohs.
"Avery's mom isn't gonna like that," she says.
"Her parents are probably loaded snobs."
"How did you know? They're VEOs or something."
"Yeah! I guess it's a really important job, but then I thought about it really hard and how can it be so important if it's only three letters?"
"You may be onto something. Something very drunk, but definitely something."
She beams at me, and then reaches over to touch a piece of my hair. "I like that color."
"Violet Madness," I say. "That's what the box called it."
"Oh, you dyed it yourself? Cool!"
It was part of my pact with myself: lose weight, dye my hair, get clothes that actually fit. Become a better person. Become the person a certain someone would wanna date. But I don't tell Kayla that, because that was the old me — the one who thought love wasn't stupid. The one who'd do anything for a boy, even lose eighty-five pounds dieting and sweating like a pig. The one who'd go to crappy little clubs to drink and smoke just to hang out with his friends. Not even him. His friends. I tried to get accepted by them, like it'd make him like me more.
But that's not me anymore. I'm not in Good Falls, Florida. I'm in Northplains, Ohio. No one knows the old me, so I won't drag her into the limelight just to embarrass the new me. I'm desperate for friends, not socially suicidal. There's a fine, pathetic line between the two and I'm toeing it like a ballet dancer at her first recital.
"Oh shit," Kayla hisses suddenly. "I didn't know he'd be here."
I look to where her eyes are riveted. It's unmistakable who she's talking about.
Amid the chaos of the wiener-throwing and drunk flail-dancing to Skrillex is a single island of still calm. He's gotta be six feet at least. His shoulders are broad, and everything about him is lean — his waist, his long legs, his ridiculously sharp cheekbones. His messy hair isn't quite blond but isn't quite brown, either, more like a tumbleweed color. Next to me, Kayla is ogling him with all she's got, and she isn't the only one. Girls froze when he walked in, and guys are throwing him stink eye. Whoever he is, I can already tell he's one of those people who are popular in all the wrong ways.
He walks farther into the party, keeping to himself. Normally you nod at people as you walk in or look for someone you know in the sea of the crowd. But not this guy. He just walks. He doesn't have to push or shove his way through — people part naturally. It's like he's got an invisible shield around him. He wears a permanent bored expression, like everything around him is completely uninteresting.
"That's Jack. Jack Hunter," Kayla whispers. "He never comes to parties like this. They're way beneath him."
"Beneath him? He's in high school, Kayla, not the royal goddamn court."
"He's got a nickname around here — Ice Prince. So he sort of is royalty."
I laugh. When Kayla's face remains serious, I stop.
"Wait, you're not kidding? You guys actually call him that?"
She flushes. "Well, yeah! Just like we call Carlos the Mexican quarterback Hot Tortilla and the creepy guy with too many knives who likes to hang around the library Creeper McJeepers. Jack is Ice Prince because that's what he is!"
I splutter another laugh, and this one must be too loud, because it makes Jack look up. Now that he's closer, I can see his face well. The bored expression does nothing for him. Kayla's whispering, "He's cute," to me, but that's not it at all. He's not baby-faced, boy-next-door cute in the way girls giggle about during sleepovers or between classes. He's handsome; the kind of lion-eyed, sharp-nosed, broad-lipped handsome you see in Italian suit ads. I can see why they call him Ice Prince. Aside from the thick fog of pretentiousness that follows him, his eyes are the color of a lake frozen through — a blue so light it looks almost translucent.
And they're looking right at me.
Kayla makes a noise disturbingly similar to a small monkey and hides behind my shoulder. "He's looking at us!" she hisses.
"Why are you hiding?"
Kayla mumbles something into my shirt.
I roll my eyes. "You like him."
"Not so loud!" She pinches my neck and pulls.
"Ow, ow! You can't have my vertebrae, I need those!"
"Then don't say dumb things like that so loud!"
"But you do like him!"
She twists, and I yelp. Our din is doing nothing to avert Jack's eyes — or anyone else's. I manage to pry her fingers off the part of my nervous system that keeps me breathing and duck into the bathroom to pee. In the semi-quiet only a bathroom surrounded by a raging party can offer, I realize Kayla's the first person who's bothered to talk to me since I've moved here. Everyone else stared, whispered, but never actually talked to me. I was beginning to think I was diseased, or awful, or possibly even dead. Either Kayla can talk to ghosts or she's just a nice person. Too nice.
I was like that, once upon a time.
The toilet's a mess, and I pat it in sympathy on my way out. Stay strong, buddy. One way or another, this will all be over soon. Either we'll all drop dead of alcohol poisoning, or your bowl will erode from the acidity of the gallons of vomit you've been subjected to. Do they give you retirement benefits? No? They should. We should protest. Picket. Toilet Union United.
When I'm done talking to the toilet in a completely sane manner, I walk out to the exact thing I didn't want to see — Kayla, downstairs again. The boys are leaving her alone, thank God. All except one. Or rather, it's one boy she's not leaving alone.
"I don't u-usually see you at these kinds of parties," Kayla stammers to none other than Jack Hunter himself.
"No. I don't particularly enjoy rolling in mud. Tonight's an exception." He looks around the room, his lip curling. "But you do, I'm guessing."
"W-What? No, I mean, I'm just Avery's friend. She makes me come. I don't even really like these parties —"
"Your speech is slurred and you're stumbling. You can barely control your own body. If you have to get this drunk to stand the parties your friends make you go to, you're an idiot who's made the wrong friends."
Kayla's expression stiffens, like she's been slapped, and then her eyes start watering. My blood boils. Who the hell does he think he is?
"That's n-not what I meant —" Kayla starts.
"And you seem exactly like the type of girl to stay with friends she hates. They probably hate you, too. It must be easy, hiding it behind all that booze and all those name brands."
Kayla's tears overflow onto her cheeks. Jack sighs.
"You're so spineless you collapse into tears the second anyone says the truth?"
My heart's thumping in my chest. My fists squeeze so tight I can't feel my fingers. His cruelty leaves a bitter taste in my mouth — it's a lot like someone I used to know.
Someone who ruined my life forever.
I shove aside the red-faced boy who tries to hit on me again and launch myself through the crowd. Kayla isn't my friend. No one here is. But she's been four seconds of nice to me — true nice, not Avery's sugary poison of inviting-me-to-this-weird-test-party nice. And four seconds is more than I ever thought I'd get. It's the most I've had in a long time. Jack's lip quirks up in a sneer. Say it. Say one more thing, pretty boy. I dare you to.
"You're pathetic," he says.
That's the first time I punch Jack Hunter's face.
And as my knuckles connect with his stupid high cheekbones and he staggers back with a furious blizzard brewing in his icy eyes, I somehow get the feeling it won't be the last.
"Apologize to Kayla," I demand, and the entire house goes quiet. It starts like a ripple, the people next to me and Kayla and Jack falling silent. And then it moves, jumping like a flea, like a disease, silent and ominous and spreading faster than a cat picture among aunts on Facebook. It's like the entire party has stopped, slowed down just to see what Jack will do. They want a show. They're a pack of ruthless little hyenas and I just bit the lion. Maybe Jack can sense that, because once he gets over his shock, he glances around carefully like he's plotting his next move, and then fixes me with a glare so frigid it could probably freeze lava.
"Judging by your expression" — I cross my arms and glower — "getting punched for being an ass is something new."
He dabs at his nose with his hand, a little blood trickling down to his mouth. He licks it leisurely off his thumb. Kayla's white-faced and stuck in place like a mannequin. The music blares hollowly and the bass thumps, the only thing daring to interfere with the tense quiet the entire room is waiting on.
Jack doesn't speak. So I do.
"Let me use really small words so you understand," I say with exaggerated slowness. "Apologize to Kayla for what you said before I make you bleed harder."
Someone in the crowd snickers. Whispers move into people's ears and out their mouths. I don't care what they think or whether or not I failed the stupid party test. I only care that he apologizes to Kayla. He hurt her in more ways than he knows.
"Why are you defending a girl you don't know?" Jack finally asks, his voice deep and with a sable deadly quality to it. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you new? That would explain the moronic ignorance. Do they have schools in Florida? Or do you learn from the crocodiles and the rednecks?"
Of course he knows where I'm from — word spreads fast in a town like this. A collective "ooooh" goes around the room. A flush creeps on my cheeks, but I don't let it faze me. I've gotten worse insults. This is nothing. I scoff.
"I can't stand by and watch while a stuck-up bastard steps on another girl's heart. It's not my style."
This second "ooooh" is a lot louder. I feel pride blossom in my chest. My hands and face are hot, and I'm shaking, but I won't show it. I won't let him win. I won't back down. I dealt with entitled mama's boys like him by the dozens in my old school in Florida. They're all the same; we'll trade insults until I humiliate him in front of these people so badly he can't fire back. That's the best way this could happen. Kayla would get her justice.
But that's not how it happens. He doesn't fire back. He leans in for the kill, over my shoulder, his lips so close I feel hot air glancing my earlobe.
"Because that happened to you, didn't it?"
My breath catches. I try to suppress it but I flinch, and when Jack sees that, he laughs. The sound is brittle and cool, like a frozen thing snapping in two. He laughs. Like it's nothing. I feel like I'm the one who's been punched. A second of tension passes between our eyes, and then he holds up a hand as if in farewell to the room and leaves through the door, the night lawn crowded with poorly parked cars swallowing him up.
The house starts talking again. People laugh and dance and drink again, making out against walls with renewed vigor. Heat and ice are sloshing through my veins all at once, back and forth. A heavy iron fist is squeezing my heart, and I can't breathe.
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Review also posted at: http://underthebookcover.blogspot.com/2016/10/book-review-love-me-never-by-sara-wolf.html 4/5 Contemporary YA has never really piqued my interest like other genres have. A lot of the books have to do with high school drama and boys and I have to admit, I got enough of that when I was in high school and I wasn't too keen on getting that in the books I read. But Love Me Never snuck up on me and took me hostage and I fell head over heels in love with it. I can't recall a contemporary genre book ever doing this to me but I am absolutely hooked, and I can't wait to share it with everyone I know! Isis Blake hasn't fallen in love in over three years. Three years, nine weeks, and five days, not that she's counting or anything. Ever since Nameless did what he did, she's moved away to a town in Ohio to help her mother escape from a really bad relationship, put purple streaks in her hair, and lost a ton of weight. All Isis wants is to start over in this new town, forget what happened in Florida. And then Jack Hunter comes around and Isis has to punch him in the face. That punch begins a war between Isis and Jack and the outcome is something that neither of them had prepared for. To say that I flew through Love Me Never would be an understatement. I started and finished this book in just a few short hours and I found myself hooked from page one. Isis is one of the best written characters I've ever read about in any YA book. She is incredible and I made multiple notes while reading about how sassy and funny she was and how much I genuinely loved her character. The writing was fantastic and despite my general disliking of split POV in books, it really worked for Love Me Never. A large majority of the book was in the point of view of Isis, but there were a few small parts where Jack cuts in and you get to see what he's thinking and feeling at certain important parts of the book. I enjoyed those small insights into his thoughts and it helped to get a better understanding of him as a person. The character development throughout this book was very well done. Jack was pretty much the Ice Prince for a large majority of the book, but I think readers really got to see beneath the icy wall he has built up around him towards the end. He certainly got me smiling and happy at the Halloween party! With Isis, she was already the queen of sass and just an all around amazing character, but I think that she really opened up towards the end and allowed herself to feel things that she had previously thought she didn't deserve. She spent the entire book allowing the words of her previous love to warp her image of herself and it absolutely broke my heart to hear her think that she was fat and ugly and didn't deserve to be kissed or loved. While it is incredibly sad, I think it can be extremely relateable for a lot of readers, both male and female. A lot of people allow the negative words of others to change the way they see themselves, and it's difficult to change that way of thinking after years of hearing such awful things. It certainly sends a message that words really do hurt, and it's a powerful message that needs to be spread all over. Check out the rest of my review at the link above!
4.5* Witty, engaging, delightful, thoughful, engrossing. Love Me Never is packed full of brilliant dialogue, incredible character development, and riveting storylines that will have you laughing out loud one minute, shaking your head in wonder the next, and turning the pages as quickly as you can to see what is coming up. Isis is quirky, sarcastic, snarky, damaged, and completely endearing. She's fearless. She's plucky. She's gone through a lot in her young life, she has not only her issues to deal with but also her mom's. She is someone you'd be lucky to have as a friend. I loved everything about this girl. "He is the spitting image of a lion circling its prey. But I'm not a wildebeest to be eaten. I'm a tiger." Jack is not your classic high school "hero". Yes, he has all the girls swooning and falling all over each other to get his attention, but he wants none of it. He's very aloof, keeping to himself, he's the "Ice Prince". But his character is absolutely captivating- there is so much more to him than what meets the eye. He's confusing, he's mystifying, he's complicated. "But I see a girl- miserable and heartbroken, terrified and lonely. All I can see in the picture is a girl slowly convincing herelf, day by day, that no one will ever love her, convincing herself that it's impossible for her to be loved." I was completely charmed by Isis and Jack, I wanted to peel back their layers and learn all their secrets. And this book is full of secrets! There's so much mystery and intrigue, in addition to the humor and typical teen angst. It had me totally hooked at 3 years, 9 week, 5 days...and I need more! ***Thank you to Entangled Publishing and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review this wonderful story!
I usually can’t stand the heroine in the books I read but I loved this one! Can’t wait to read book 2 & 3!
After this book has sat on my TBR list for the longest time, I finally picked it up. And, honestly? I'm not too sure how I entirely feel about this book. Love Me Never follows a girl named Isis who is the new girl at East Summit High. She's not like most girls. She's very outgoing and seems very confident in everything she does. She also has a knack of saying almost everything that pops into her crazy mind. At her new school, she only has one friend. Kayla. Kayla is a sweet girl who gets her heart crushed daily by her crush Jack. Well, Isis sees Jack hurting Kayla's feelings. What does she do? She punches him in the face and declares war with him. Personally, I think that's quite childish for the both of them. I didn't think the war would last through the entire book. I thought it was going to be a quick banter and be done with. I got bored of the war real quick. I think it makes Isis look like a big bully. She's not the nicest person around. I know she had some stuff happen to her in the past but that's not a good reason to treat other people like crap. I didn't get through this book really quick. It took a couple of days to get over the whole bullying situation and me deciding I'm not going to DNF another book this year. This book finally started getting interesting to me during the last few chapters. I will be picking up the second book to see where this "war" goes.
It was a really great read.
This book was previously published as Lovely Vicious. I absolutely love these characters! Especially Isis. She's witty, smart, and the Queen of snarky sarcasm. Then add in Jack. They bring bantering to a whole new level. I loved it! This book has some of the best one liners & quotes ever. They kept me thoroughly entertained! But it wasn't all just fun and games. The more you get to know these characters, the more you realize there are things going on behind the scenes. Darker things. And they all have secrets. I read this book faster than I realized as it was hard to put down. I can't write this review fast enough, because after that ending, I need to find out what happens next. Love Me Never by Sara Wolf was kindly provided to me by the publisher through NetGalley for review. The opinions are my own.
Isis is starting a new school in a new state for her senior year of high school with very little expectations about it going well. When at a party, one of the popular girls, Kayla, is actually nice to her which causes Isis to think that she may actually get a friend. When Kayla's crush (as well as every girl in the schools crush) Jack walks in and promptly insults said popular girl, Isis can’t help but to get involved. And by involved I mean punch the jerk right in the face. Which starts what can only be known as an epic battle between the two. Will there be a victor? Can I just say how in love with this book I am in? I was not really sure what I was going to be reading when I picked it, and I had a very open mind about the story, but man this more than exceeded my expectations. Usually, my five star rating go to authors with series that I love, but this hands down gets my five stars. The story was so twisty and just when I felt like I got a handle on it; the rug was ripped out from under my feet. And the ending! Ugghh, the ending! The only way I was able to survive this book was that I had a copy of book 2 sitting in my lap waiting to be picked up after the devastation that was the ending. This is not the typical teen romance (I don’t even think I would call this a romance, but whatever), maybe just a teen fiction with a hint of a mystery and some great characters. All the reviews that I read talk about how in love everyone is with Jack, and how great he was. Well, to be honest, I could have cared less about Jack. He is ok, but I could take him or leave him as a character. Please don’t hate me Jack fan club. I would have been fine with him as her friend, but I wanted her to be with someone sweet, like Wren (ha, or knife boy), just not Jack. I mean, he is the prickliest cactus ever, and I don’t recommend hugging them. Anyway, there were pieces of the book here and there that were narrated by him so the reader could get some insight, and he seems like an ok guy, but I am not sold on his appeal. I like the bad boy, don’t get me wrong, I just prefer my bad boy to actually be emotionally available… The reason I loved this story so much is because Isis is amazing. I freaking love that girl. She is the most genuine person, loyal and stubborn and smart, yet so broken and self deprecating. At times I was ready to stage an intervention to show her how great she was. If she was real (and not 10ish years younger than me) I would like to think that we would be the best of friends. To my enjoyment, she forced her friendship on people and made them her friends, like knife boy, Wren and Kayla, without them even knowing it. Hands down my favorite thing about her was her over the top drama she inserted into every situation as well as the rambling commentary about nothing, and the spastic tangents that were accidentally said out loud. I found myself laughing aloud almost the entire book at her shenanigans (when I didn’t want to hug her). Honestly, Isis made the book for me. Sure the plot was good, but it would not have been the same without this crazy ball of energy. In case my fan-girling was not enough of a giveaway, I really loved this book and would not change a thing about it. For more reviews visit my blog on http://smadasbooksmack.blogspot.com/
I really like the main character... She seems strong and sensitive at the same time. I'm looking forward to the next in series
Genre: Romance, Young Adult Age: 17+ Recommendation: Absolutely. I would recommend this to anyone that loves a book that will make you laugh, almost cry and then laugh about almost crying. Type: Series Summary: +Easy read+ Great characters + Awesome dialogue and witty banter – cliffhanger +easy to follow Synopsis: Don’t love your enemy. Declare war on him. Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she’s lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to Buttcrack-of-Nowhere, Ohio, to help her mom escape a bad relationship. All the girls in her new school want one thing—Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack Hunter’s never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he’s never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face. Jack’s met his match. Suddenly everything is a game. The goal: Make the other beg for mercy. The game board: East Summit High. The reward: Something neither of them expected. Love Me Never by Sara Wolf is a delightfully hilarious and fun read that was previously released as Lovely Vicious and will be available on April 5,2016. I absolutely fell in love with the dialogue in this book at first sight. Isis, the majority narrator, is snarky, bitter, full of sarcastic retorts and extremely creative insults. She is a busy, disorganized, awkward and eternally hyper seventeen year old who spends her days having inner conversations out loud ( without realizing it) and sticking up for the few people who she calls friends. She is awesome and even though she is really funny, Isis has wounds that go deep and she carries around a lot of self doubt. I feel like a lot of teenagers and young adults can relate to a majority of her issues. Jack is the perfect guy to hate, and the perfect guy to hate because you find yourself unable to hate him. Just when you think he is the perfect nominee for Throat Punch Thursday he goes and redeems himself with some unintentional good deed. I hate to admit it but really liked his character. There are a few things in this book that made me raise an eyebrow, mainly the idea that Jack worked where he did. Pretty sure that would cause a huge legal conundrum. I also felt like even though I adored Isis, she reminded me at times of that friend everyone has that just won’t shut up and doesn’t know when to quit. Like the Energizer Bunny on a hamster wheel. We also don’t get the full story on why Isis is the way she is about guys. Lets hope the next book gives it up . Everyone should at least try this book. The writing is so good, but it is one of those you will either fall completely into book lust with or you will despise it. It is cliffhanger positive so, prepare yourself. It is totally worth it. Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a honest review via NetGalley. Thank you Sara Wolf and Entangled Publishing for the chance to meet Jack and Isis!
A traumatized girl with a dark past. A traumatized guy with a dark past, which made him cold and distant (yet he’s also incredibly hot). Roamnce happens, but there’s also a love triangle of sorts, and while the plot is okay but not that original, the writing was annoying. The story was filled with so many awkward situations, immature humour, and things that were so over the top they were impossible. Most of the characters were idiots. I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review.