"This was such an awesome book, so enjoyable and great, and just fun to read, though there were some problems that the characters had to face! Can't wait to read more of this series!" -Louisa, Words I Write Crazy
Sloane Whitaker isn’t happy about moving to Texas. She loves living in New York City, can’t imagine starting over her senior year somewhere else, and misses her friends and family something fierce. Worst of all, it's all her fault. If she wants to earn her way back to the Big Apple, she has to prove she can still be the perfect daughter.
Which means no vandalism art, no trouble at school, and absolutely no Tru Dorsey, her serial screw-up, incredibly hot neighbor, who loves nothing more than pushing her buttons.
But from the moment he vaults onto the roof outside her bedroom, there is something about the irresistibly charming bad boy that makes her want to break every rule. Suddenly it's not the ten things she hates about Tru that are at the top of her list. It's the ten reasons she’s willing to risk her future to be with him.
Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains vandalism in the name of art, art in the name of love, and love for a boy too charming to ever hate.
The Sloane and Tru duology is best enjoyed in order.
#1: Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru
#2: Falling for the Girl Next Door
The Sloane and Tru duology is part of the larger, multi-authored Creative HeArts Series, which can be read out of order. If you loved Sloane and Tru's stories, you'll love the complete series set at Austin NextGen Academy, including:
#1 - Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru
#2 - How Willa Got Her Groove Back
#3 - Crazy, Stupid, Fauxmance
#4 - The Secret Life of a Dream Girl
#5 - Falling for the Girl Next Door
#6 - Weddings, Crushes, and Other Dramas
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Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru
A Creative Hearts Novel
By Tera Lynn Childs, Stacy Abrams
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2015 Tera Lynn Childs
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Back home, whenever I needed to think, I would climb out on the fire escape and listen to the sounds of the city. The mix of car alarms, angry horns, and screeching tires was like a lullaby, its chaotic energy soothing me better than chocolate, a hot bath, or a full-body massage ever could. New York City is the soundtrack of my life.
Austin is like a silent film.
Our new suburban neighborhood is unnervingly quiet. No car alarms, no angry horns, no screeching tires. No human sounds at all. Only the occasional dog barking and the irritating chirp of some kind of bug. I'm picturing giant grasshoppers.
No fire escape, either. Instead, I had to push an unopened box under my second story window so I could climb out onto the roof above the living room.
The sky is an unfamiliar shade of midnight, the kind of dark blue you see in pictures and paintings but almost never in Manhattan. My city always has a kind of glow. Easter-egg colored, like a protective bubble of light. This darkness is too vast, too unending.
But at least out here I can breathe.
Inside, with the house too full of boxes and too empty of people, with Mom at the kitchen table, finishing the paperwork to enroll me at Austin NextGen Academy in the morning, telling me how much I am going to love this new place, I was suffocating. My heart rate sped up, and I started to see spots at the edges of my vision.
Rather than pass out on the kitchen floor, I fled to my room and out into the night.
Everything is wrong here. Not just the quiet and the dark. My whole world is missing. No Dad, no Dylan, no Tash or Brice. None of the friends I've gone to school with for the last three years.
Starting over senior year is bad enough, but to do it halfway across the country and with no friends and only half my family? That's torture.
And the worst part is that it's all my own fault.
I may not have made the decision to uproot and start over — had, in fact, fought tooth and nail to stay in New York — but my actions led to The Plan, and for that I can never forgive myself. Mom and Dad may have put the nails in the coffin, but I handed them the hammer.
Before the panic spots return, I flip open the cover on my tablet and open up my favorite drawing app. When in doubt, create. Stylus in hand, I start sketching out the first cell of the next issue of Graphic Grrl.
This week, Graphic Grrl finds herself in the middle of an empty, desolate ghost town, surrounded by crumbling gray buildings, grasshoppers sporting six-shooters, and fields full of cows. She is about to face down a herd of aggressive tumbleweeds.
Okay, so I haven't actually seen a tumbleweed yet, but we've only been here a couple of days. They must be hiding somewhere.
When life gets too tough to handle, I retreat into Graphic Grrl. She's my alter ego, a better me in a world I can control. The best therapy technology can buy.
I lose myself in the art. Sketching in the initial shapes and actions. Refining and filling in with detail. I make sure everything in the first cell is perfect before saving it and moving on to the next one. When I'm done, I'll export them to my laptop so I can clean them up, finalize the line work, and add the color.
I've finished the first three sketches when my phone vibrates in my back pocket.
A name flashes across the screen: Tash.
I debate not replying. I'm not supposed to talk to her — or any of the other so-called "bad influences" in my life. We're not supposed to have any contact at all. It's one of the "Three Rules of Sloane Surviving to Legal Adulthood" that Mom and Dad laid out after The Incident.
That's not why I consider ignoring the text. Things have been strained between us since The Incident. We've only spoken a couple of times all summer, including when I texted her about the Texas plan.
But with so many miles between us — between me and my home — that all seems like a waste of energy. Tash has been my best friend for years. Despite everything that happened, I don't want to throw that away because I'm mad about one little thing — okay, two not-so-little things. I'll get over it. I always do.
Besides, at this point I'm desperate for contact with civilization.
I open my messaging app.
Tash: R u in redneck hell?
Tash: :( kept hoping shemonster would back out
Me: U n me both. She is 2 stubborn
Once Mom sets her mind to something, there's pretty much no stopping her. Even if it means splitting up her family and moving to the middle of nowhere.
Tash: Hows the house?
A million descriptions flash through my mind. Too big. Too empty. Too ... suburban.
Me: Boring, so cookie cutter
I never thought I would miss our brownstone on the Upper West Side. All my life I've wanted to live anywhere but — the Lower East Side, Williamsburg, Park Slope. Somewhere with more edge. More soul. More artistic heart.
But compared to suburban Austin, the Upper West Side is a freaking hippie commune.
At least the brownstone had personality. I miss the cool roughness of the exposed brick on the ground floor, the weird-shaped micro closet in my bedroom, and the ultra-creepy basement. The third step that sounds like a moaning ghost when you step on it just right. The way the upstairs windows rattle in the wind. Every corner had something unique to explore.
This place, with its uniformly plastered and painted walls, slab foundation, and spacious walk-in closet is too ... normal.
At least it's only a rental.
Tash: When duz school start
Tash: :( :( :(
Me: Ur telling me
Tash: SODA wont be same w/o u! Who will I sneak out w/ at lunch?
I almost reply, With Brice, but that wound is still too raw. Someday we'll laugh about it. Not today. Not when Tash will be walking through the doors of the School of Drama and Art next week, the same as we've done for the last three years, only this time without me at her side.
Me: U'll find some1
Tash never has a problem finding friends. Which is probably the only reason we're besties. For the most part, I'd rather be on my own. Other people tend to get complicated. See: Tash and Brice, relationship of.
I sigh. No use going down that path for the millionth time. I guess if I'm looking for a bright side to being 1,750 miles away (I looked it up — just in case I decide to walk home) it's that I won't have to see my best friend and my almost boyfriend play lovebirds before my eyes.
Me: Better go. Skule starts early
Tash: Miss u! xxxooo
Me: Miss u
As I slide my phone back into my pocket, my vision blurs. But I know it's not a panic attack this time. It's the realization that life is going on without me back in New York.
Not that I expected Tash's world to stop spinning. Nothing ever seems to derail her for long. I always knew that her days would go on like normal. I just didn't expect the thought to hurt this much.
"Get a grip, Whitaker," I tell myself.
It's not like self-pity is going to change anything.
No, the only thing that's going to fix my world is getting home to New York. The sooner the better. I just don't know how to convince Mom of that.
"Do all New Yorkers talk to themselves?" a teasing male voice calls out from the dark below.
I sit up a little straighter, peering into our yard and the light spilling from the kitchen.
There's no one there.
I sense movement from the corner of my eye and turn in time to see a boy climb onto the fence between our house and the neighbors'. I can barely make out his features in the glow from the window behind me. Tall, with tan skin and dark hair that falls to his shoulders in an artfully shaggy mess.
This must be the infamous Tru Dorsey.
Great. It's his mom's fault that I'm here right now.
Mom didn't choose Austin out of thin air. She's a native, born and bred until she went away to New York to attend Columbia Law.
Gramma and Gramps retired to Florida a few years ago, but she still has a lot of friends here, and Uncle Mason isn't too far away in Dallas.
Mrs. Dorsey is Mom's college BFF, and she and Mr. Dorsey own this house and like three others in the neighborhood. When she told Mom that the house next to theirs was available, Mom jumped on the chance to get me out of the city and away from my "bad influences" — her words, not mine.
When we arrived, we found the keys in an envelope under the doormat and a letter letting us know that the Dorseys were away on a last-fling-of-summer vacation.
Apparently they're back.
"Does every Austin-dweller invade their neighbor's privacy?" I return.
His face is a map of shadows and light, but I can clearly see the Asian influence of his mom's genetics. High cheekbones, thick slashing brows, a square jaw. The light catches a flash of white teeth from his smile.
"Actually," he says, not looking down as he walks without wobbling across the top of the fence toward me, "the proper term is Austinites."
I turn back to my tablet. "I can think of some other terms." "I'm wounded," he says. "You don't even know me."
I feel like I do. I've heard Mom talk a lot about Tru over the years, how he's such a disappointment and always in trouble. How Mrs. Dorsey is just heartbroken and doesn't know how to get through to him, to get him to take his future seriously.
After The Incident, Mom made plenty of comparisons between him and yours truly.
She also gave me an explicit warning to stay away from him.
Not that I need to be warned away from guys like Tru. All false smiles and pretty words, handsome enough to melt the hardest heart, and he knows it. Certain he can flatter or flirt his way out of anything. He and Brice have that in common. I got burned once, and now I carry a fire extinguisher with me at all times.
I focus on my sketching.
There is a scraping sound and then a grunt of effort. When I look toward the fence, he's gone.
For a second I wonder if he fell — and I probably would feel bad about it if he did — but then I see him hefting himself up over the end of the roof.
"What are you doing?" I hiss.
Tru pushes to his feet and walks confidently toward me. "Coming to meet the new neighbors."
"We have a front door."
"Front doors are so pedestrian," he says as he plops down next to me.
"Exactly," I say. "Meaning you're supposed to walk to them."
"But this makes our meet-cute so much more memorable."
"This is not a — "
"Sloane?" Mom's voice calls from the yard below. "Is that you? I heard footsteps on the roof."
Her hair appears past the edge of the roof, and I know she's walking out on the porch so she can turn around and look up. If she does, she'll see me sitting with Tru Dorsey, and my prison sentence will be upgraded to maximum security. I don't want to lose what little freedom I have left.
Without stopping to think, I reach over and push Tru down.
When he starts to say something, I slap my hand over his mouth.
"Just getting some air," I call down as Mom's face appears in the glow from the porch light.
She frowns. "Is that safe?"
"It's fine," I reply.
Considering how much I don't want to be here, she should be more concerned about the possibility of me jumping off the roof than falling. Tru chooses that moment to lick my palm.
"Eeeep!" I can't help but squeal as I yank my hand away.
"Sloane?!" Mom gasps.
"I'm fine," I grind out, throwing a quick glare at Tru, who is grinning like an idiot. I want to wipe my hand on my jeans — because gross — but I don't want to give him the satisfaction. "Just saw a spider."
"Have you unpacked yet?" she asks.
I picture my room full of boxes, the packing tape still intact. They are all neatly labeled — thanks to Mom — but inside they're disasters — thanks to me. I just can't bring myself to open them. It'll be like I've given up, given in. Like I'm admitting that we're actually in Texas, which I'm not.
"Some," I lie.
"Sloane ..." Her voice takes on that warning tone.
"Fine," I say. "Not yet."
She frowns. "You can't live out of a suitcase forever."
I don't say the retort that itches on my tongue because: points. If holding in my backtalk gets me home sooner, then I can manage.
"Be careful up there," Mom says. "And don't stay out all night. We need to get you to school early to finalize your enrollment."
She disappears back into the house.
What did I do to deserve this?
Oh right. Destroyed our family in "an act of wanton irresponsibility" and my "unwavering spiral into delinquency." Parents can be so melodramatic.
"Happy times with Mom," Tru mocks. "You're practically the Gilmore Girls."
At least he'd had the good sense to stay down. If Mom had seen him up here, I would have had to kill him. And I'm pretty sure cold-blooded murder is the final destination on my delinquency spiral.
I flick him a quick glare before punching him in the arm. "Get off my roof."
"Technically," he says, pushing to his feet, "it's my roof. Well, the old man's roof, anyway."
He walks without hesitation right down to the edge, right above the spot where, moments ago, Mom stood lecturing up at me. It's a miracle he doesn't fall off.
No, it's a miracle I don't push him off.
All I want to do is finish the initial sketches for my strip, unpack enough clothes to wear tomorrow, and then bury my head for eternity under the pillows on my hastily bought bed.
He reaches the edge of the roof, executes a left turn, and begins balance-beam walking along the edge. Whatever. If he falls off it's not my fault.
"Austin's not so bad," he says.
I don't look up. "Are you still here?"
"You'd miss me if I was gone."
"I don't even know you."
"Not yet," he says.
"Let's keep it that way."
"Admit it." He leans forward, places all of his weight on his left leg, and swings his right leg out over the porch, arms wide like a tightrope walker's pole. "You never met a charming stranger on your roof in New York."
I snort. Charming? He's about as charming as a subway rat.
"I thought it was your roof," I retort.
"It is," he says. "But I'm going to let you have it for a while."
My brow drops. "Why is that?"
"Because ..." he says again, drawing out the word. His face is a study in focus as he brings his right foot back in and places it behind his left. "You clearly need it more than I do right now."
I'm about to snort again when he squats low, swings his arms back, and then — in a blur of motion — flips over backward. My breath catches in my throat as he lands, then wobbles.
"Tru!" I gasp, tossing my tablet aside so I can rush to his rescue.
He starts laughing before I can even push to my feet. "Gotcha!"
As he stands up straight — and sure-footed — my tablet slides quickly down the sloped roof. I scramble for it, but it darts out of my reach. I watch, helpless, as it picks up speed.
Tru bends down and snatches it right before it sails over the edge.
My heart is pounding, and I don't know if I want to kill Tru or kiss him.
His mouth kicks into a cocky smile.
I hold out my hand as he treads back up the roof. He holds out my tablet, but as I reach for it, he pulls it out of my grasp.
Kill him. Definitely kill him.
"Tru ..." I say, hoping my voice sounds like the deadly warning that it is.
He holds the tablet out to the side.
"I think," he says, "that my daring rescue deserves a reward."
I choke out a stunned laugh. "A daring rescue that you caused."
"Hmmm." He waggles my tablet menacingly.
"Okay, okay," I relent. "What reward?"
Honest to God, if he asks for a kiss I'm pushing him off the roof. I don't care if Mom has a conniption or I go to jail for life. It will have been worth it.
"All I ask for" — he steps closer — "is a smile."
"A smile?" I echo. "You've got to be —" He lifts his brows.
"Fine," I say, forcing the corners of my mouth up into an imitation of a smile. I point at my face. "See, I'm smiling."
He immediately hands over my tablet. "Nice to meet you, Sloane Whitaker."
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Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru by Tera Lynn Childs is contemporary realistic fiction with romance thrown in to make a well rounded story. Sloane is a new resident of Austin, Texas and she misses everything she left behind in New York. Tru is Sloane's new neighbor who is dealing with troubles that he hides well. Sloane's mom has told her to stay away from Tru; supposedly he is a troublemaker. On Sloane's first day at her new school, the principal asks Tru to show Sloane around. All of the faculty seem to respect Tru. The story explains why Sloane and her mother left New York and the same thing happens in Austin, only this time it wasn't Sloane. Dynamic characters and relationships make the story unpredictable in a good way - 4 stars!
For more reviews go to: http://best-of-ya.blogspot.com/ After getting herself into quite a bit of trouble, Sloane’s parents decide she needs a change of scenery and to distance herself from the bad influences in her life--i.e. all of her New York City friends. The plan they come up with involves Sloane and her mom moving to Texas for the year while her brother and father stay behind in the Big Apple. To say she’s less than thrilled is an understatement, but she’s prepared to be on her best behavior if it means getting herself home early. The problem is that the troublemaker next door won’t seem to leave her alone. She promised her mom she’d stay away, but there’s just something about Tru that makes her almost forget how much she hates Texas. This was a quick, cute read. I really liked both Sloane and Tru. Sloane is outspoken and witty. She seems to be the black sheep of the family--the others don't completely understand her artistic side. I thought it was super cool that she had a secret online comic strip and was sort of jealous at the same time because I've always wanted that kind of artistic ability. Tru also has his fair share of family drama--more so than Sloane is some ways. But despite all that, he is very charming and was just a very likable goofball. I can definitely see why it was so hard for Sloane to resist him, and am glad that she didn't let other peoples prejudices about him decide their friendship. I did think that the conflict in the plot was a little juvenile and unrealistic (I know this probably sounds vague until you actually read what happens, but obviously I'm not going to spoil it). I just honestly doubt something like this would happen in real life without someone taking notice early on. But overall I did enjoy the book and am glad it is part of a series; I'm excited to see what happens next with these two because they were both such great characters! 4.5 stars * Thank you to the author and publisher for an eARC in return for my honest review *
Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru is a highly readable contemporary YA romance. It's the first in the Creative HeArts series, and I'm definitely looking forward to seeing where this series is going. Sloane Whitaker has made a bad choice--a choice that's caused her to move across the country with just her mom to start her senior year in a new school, away from her friends, her father, and her brother--and worst of all, NYC. Things have been crazy strained with her mother lately, but she still manages to make a deal--if Sloane can keep her grades up for the first marking period and stay out of trouble, there's a chance she can move back to NYC and her old school to finish off the year. Easy-peasy, right? After all, The Incident was simply a case of bad judgement--Sloane won't possibly do that again... But the house her mom picks for them to rent is right next door to her old college friend, and Mrs. Dorsey has a too-good-looking, too-much-trouble-to-hang-around with son, Tru. Sloane's drawn to him even as she knows she has to stay far, far away--nothing can jeopardize her newfound truce with her mother and Sloane's only chance of salvaging her senior year. But Tru's fast becoming one of the only friends she has at her new school, and Sloane finds trusts him when things start to fall apart...can he help her figure out who's trying to sabotage the senior class's chance at a kick-butt art school scholarship before they're both expelled? Sloane and Tru had a very sweet romance and a satisfactorily snarky relationship before that, and the slight mystery had me turning the pages even though I was pretty sure fairly early on who was behind it. I liked that Sloane's mom was able to trust her--and by extension trust Tru--relatively soon after Sloane's place at her new school was threatened, mostly on the word of her daughter even though they'd had a super-rocky time of the past year together. The ending was a bit more of a happy-for-now than a true HEA--a few things about both Sloane and Tru's situations aren't *quite* resolved at the end. I'm not sure if the series will continue to be about the two of them or pick up with other main characters--I'm really hoping for more Tru and Sloane, because Tru's position at the end of the book in regards to his home life is especially precarious, and I'd love to see that improved. Either way, though, I'll definitely be there to see what direction Ms. Childs is going to take it. Rating: 4 stars / B+ I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
After making a huge mistake which led to her being arrested, Sloane packs up her stuff and moves to Texas - with only half of her family. Thinking that the family split is her fault, Sloane is willing to do whatever it takes to move back home to New York and getting involved with bad boy Tru is not on that list. I liked this read. Sloane was a relatable character. She wasn't too over the top with her crazy antics like a lot of characters - she made a mistake a lot of teens could end up making and got caught. Sloane actually tries in this book. She is trying to make it up to her mother who has to get a new job, rent a new house, and be away from her husband and son for an entire year. Sloane basically has respect for her parents, despite their mistakes, which isn't something that's emphasised in YA nowadays. I felt the same about Tru. He wasn't the 'bad boy' I thought he would be going into this read. I thought he would be up to all sorts and constantly get Sloane into trouble but it was obvious from the start that he was seriously misunderstood. He didn't really do anything wrong throughout the whole book and what he did wrong was understandable considering his situation. Tru, like Sloane, was also a really relatable character. He was stuck somewhere he really didn't want to be, with people he really didn't want to be around, and through all of that, he stayed true to himself and was generally a really sweet guy. I thought he was a really strong character. What I would have loved to have seen from this read though, is a slightly more complicated plot. It was pretty obvious what was going to happen with Tru and Sloane so the main plot wasn't about romance but this very juvenile high school drama that slowly led to people being expelled from a great art school. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but for a read with such mature, understanding characters, I wanted something that reflected that and it didn't do them justice. That aside, I enjoyed this book just from the characters alone. I would love to read more from this series.
**Thank you to Entangled Teen for allowing me to read this in exchange for an honest review!** Ten Things Sloane Hates About Tru is a wonderful story. If the title doesn't draw you in, the plot line and characters definitely will. Basically, Sloane has moved to Austin, Texas after something big happened with her in NYC. She had to switch out of her art school there to go to NextGen Academy in Austin. Of course, she absolutely hates this. Texas is no New York City. She even has a next door neighbor named Tru who will be going to her school, and she knows that he's trouble. However, as time goes on, her perceptions on the Tru seem to change. Was it worth giving up NYC? Sloane was a great character. I absolutely loved how artsy she was, and I really liked that she was a huge fan of Graphic Design. I myself greatly enjoy graphic design, and I'm even taking some graphic design classes at my high school, so I found her to be pretty relatable. There's just something about artsy folk and artsy schools that really gain my attention. Tru never failed to make me laugh. He was a funny guy and I love how all the teachers at school really liked him. It was funny because Sloane was expecting the exact opposite. I also love how he treated Sloane. Some parts of this story seemed a little to middle school-ish, which if you read the story you'll see what I mean. I felt like the story was wrapped up rather fastly at the end though too, though I was still left with questions. However, I did notice that this story is part of a series, so hopefully we will see what happens in the next book!
Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books I received a copy of this book, from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review. In no way did this sway either my review or my rating! This is the second Young Adult Contemporary, in as many weeks, to take my expectations of mediocrity and smack me across the face with them and then completely blow me away. I always keep my expectations as low as possible for YA Contemps to try and avoid disappointment. I love being taken completely by surprise like this. My heart is so full of feelings for Sloane and Tru right now that it's almost overwhelming. The writing was beautiful, the characters were beautiful, the storyline was beautiful. I'm absolutely in love with both Tru and Sloane. They were far from ordinary and written beautifully. And I think what really sets them apart from most teenage characters for me was the uniqueness to their voices. For the most part they are your typical teenagers full of angst and a bit of rebellion and all of that. But I feel like with how artistic they both are and the fact that they go specifically to an art school for high school has added this new flavor, this new depth to their personalities. I was so happy that we got bits of Tru's point of view in here. You realize right away from that first dip inside Tru that any outward appearance of family perfection is nothing but a huge illusion. Though the depths to which the illusion is crafted doesn't immediately make itself known and my heart splinters into a thousand pieces when you first witness Tru's nightmare of a reality. Tru was such an amazing character. He hides his pain behind his charm and his bad boy, delinquent reputation. I wasn't expecting this book to be as heavy as it was at times, that's for sure. So I was pretty grateful for Tru at times. He's got like this restless energy that you can feel coming through the pages. Never still, always moving or bouncing off of things, literally. So even though his story brings with it some pain, he's always there with a charming smile and doing something to give you one of your own. I also really loved the setting, not necessarily Austin but the NextGen school since that's where a huge chunk of the book takes place. It brings with it an interesting set of characters as well. From other students to some pretty cool and fun teachers. I feel like if I had had an opportunity to go to a place like this way back when I was in school I'd have done a lot better. Sure I'd say a few things were pretty predictable. Like there was a person sabotaging fellow classmates and even though they leave it open to a couple suspects it wasn't hard to figure out who was guilty. A person I didn't trust from the moment I met them. But even that bit of predictability didn't take anything away from my enjoyment of this book. It was more like a "Ha! I knew it!" type of a moment if anything. As if it isn't obvious by now, I freaking loved this book. Young Adult Contemporaries are always such a hit or miss and thankfully this one was a huge hit for me. I can't wait for the next book in this series. To the very depths of my soul I want it to be a continuation of Tru and Sloane's story. Things were left pretty up in the air and open to interpretation I guess. But I'm hoping it was left open on purpose to lead to the next book. Regardless though I'm still excited to see what will come next. If it's anything like this one was I'll be over the moon!
(Source: I received a digital copy of this book for free on a read-to-review basis. Thanks to Entangled Publishing, LLC and NetGalley.) “Admit it,” he whispers. “You like me.” This was a YA contemporary romance, about a girl who thought that having to leave New York was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her. I was a little confused by Sloane at points in this story; she’d obviously done something pretty bad to cause her mom to move her out of New York because of it, but it was all a mystery what she had actually done, and she didn’t leave any hints! The storyline in this was about Sloane having to move to Austin, and start her senior year at a different school. She claimed to hate Austin, and Tru (their neighbour), when it really seemed like she didn’t hate him at all, and maybe even actually liked him! There was a bit of romance in this, and a couple of sweet scenes between Sloane and Tru, but the whole book wasn’t about the romance really. The ending to this was okay, although it was fairly predictable. 6 out of 10
Sloane moves from NYC to Austin, starting her senior year there. Her neighbor is Tru. According to Tru's parents, he's nothing but trouble and Sloane's mom has told her to stay away from him. So of course she can't... Sloane did some changing after The Incident and even more so after a couple of weeks in Austin. Tru also changed in a lot of ways as he showed the real him. Overall great story and characters. I'd highly recommend it. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review**
This was a YA story that I thought was well written and could teach some young readers a good lesson in life. Sloan's mom has made a decision to move her to Texas from New York in order for Sloan to finish high school and be able to possible get a scholarship to the school she wants to attend. Sloan hates everything about moving to Texas. She hates leaving her friends and her family because her dad has decided to stay in New York with her brother. Sloan feel horrible about the family being split up for a year because of her actions. When Sloan and her mother move in to a house in Texas that is her best friends, things get harder for Sloan to accept that she is going to be here for a year. When Truman (Tru) sneaks onto the roof of the house where Sloan and her mother are living, right next door, Sloan knows that there is something special about him. Sloan has been told by her mom that Tru is nothing but a delinquent that causes trouble for his parents. Once Sloan gets to know Tru, she sees a different side of him and can't imagine how Tru is such a troublemaker. Sloan and her mom were invited to Tru's families house for dinner. With Sloan being a vegetarian, the dinner looks unappetizing to her. Luckily they have something they can throw in the grill for her that is not meat but when Sloan sees that they are swimming in the juice from the meat, Tru comes to her rescue. Sloan is so thankful to Tru for this. That is when a connection is formed between the two. Sloan and Tru start riding together to school so they see each other often. Sloan tries to remind herself that she has to stay out of trouble to be able to move back to New York after the first semester like she and her mom had made a deal of. Tru is so tempting for Sloan though!! He tries and tries to get Sloan to go with him places. I love how Tera Lynn Childs made this story to where there was a lesson that could be learned and taken away from it. I did not want to put this one down once I started it. I am anxious to see what Tera Lyn Childs has in store for us as readers in the future!
A wonderful YA read that had me from the first page. Sloane and Tru were great characters, both with personality and charm that captivated me. A very well written book that was truly a fun read! Sloane Whitaker can't believe her parents have made her leave NYC and live in Austin for her senior year in high school. Living next door to Tru is also something that may undo her. She's heard he's the town bad boy, but sometimes things aren't quite what they seem. Tru is just trying to get through the school year. Everyone thinks his family is perfect. People are wrong but Tru just puts on a happy face and plows through each day. At least living next door to Sloane should make the year a bit more enjoyable! I really loved this one and would definitely recommend it.
Rating: 4.5/5 OK, I’ve left my teenage years well behind now but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a great teen novel – and this is one such story. With well written characters, plenty of teenage angst, a mystery to solve and relationships to explore this is a story full of twists, turns and incidents to keep the reader, whatever their age, entertained. Sloane Whitaker is forced to move for her senior year from her home in New York to Austin. She resents the move but knows it is her own fault because of the ‘Incident’, which has left her with a police record. Her father and brother have stayed in New York so she’s determined to get back on her Mum’s good side so the two of them can move back asap! The two have moved into the house next door to her Mum’s BFF college friend but the friend has warned Sloane’s Mum about her son, Tru, so Sloane has also been warned to steer clear of involvement with him. A bit difficult for graphic artist Sloane when he jumps up to join her on the roof outside her bedroom on her first day in her new home, then the Head at her new school sets him on as her school guide! As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’s cute, attractive and she’s finding him hard to resist. Sloane has her own secrets – including the ‘Incident’ and her online graphic work. Tru also has secrets and is nothing like Sloane had been led to believe. When members of the senior graphic art class start being targeted by malicious events, Sloane and Tru need to work together to expose the perpetrator before she, too, succumbs to their malicious actions. Where new friends aren’t always what they seem, this story explores relationships, starting at a new school, physical abuse, secrets, solving mysteries and has a hint of romance. It is an enthralling read which I thoroughly enjoyed escaping into. Thanks to the author, publisher and NetGalley, too, for letting me read an ARC of this book in exchange for this, an honest review.