By Jillian Dodd
Release Date: November 28, 2012
Series: Keatyn Chronicles #2
Description:
I've always written scripts for my perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this.
My life is so far from perfect, it’s not even funny.
All because of a stalker.
I’m at a boarding school where I have to lie about who I am.
I can’t see my family.
I’m tutoring a Hottie God that tortures me with his smile.
The most popular girl already hates me.
But there’s this boy.
This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
So I’m going to stop trying to script my life and just live it.
Because who knows how long I have left.
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Review:
We are back in the wonderful chaotic and fast paced world of Keatyn “Monroe”. If you haven’t read the first book you should really get on that. Last we left Keatyn she was being chased by stalker and forced to go into hiding across the country at a boarding school. Here she is surrounded by beautiful people and she starts to fit right in, sure there are some who don’t like here but they are just jealous I’m sure.
So right now she’s loving Aiden but Dawson is making a really hard play for her. But she’s not sure because she thinks he’s still in love with Whitney who is the one who doesn’t like her. This book is still so very much Gossip Girl, with a twist of Sex and the City and that’s what I love about this book. Not to mention that it is very fast paced. Once it starts hitting that stride you just cant’ stop reading because it is just that good.
Being away from her family is still hard on Keatyn though and even though she fills her times with boys and drama she still doesn’t like the fact that she had to leave them and now fears for everyone’s safety. Vincent is still out there and he does make an appearance in this book but it’s just so creepy it even made me cringe. It just goes to show you how really unsafe you are out in this world. Face book is just bad all around because anyone can find you, or try to find you at least.
I don’t want to give too much of the book away because if I start giving all the gossip it will reveal everything. Let’s just say I’m totally team Aiden, even if the book is Dawson based there’s just something about him that has me intrigued. Sometimes it’s good and healthy to fight with other people, it can’t always be perfect, and those are the relationships that have the most trouble. And I’m really digging on Dallas he is very mysterious in his ways. Seriously, how does he know absolutely everything, makes you wonder?
Well I can’t wait to read the next book and find out exactly who Keatyn is going to start dating, if she even decides to date anyone and will Vincent find her location? Really interesting book and I love the covers of this series because it’s just flat out simple, and sometimes not everything can be simple, so it works. Also it looks like a progression of maturity for Keatyn as well. Please look at all the covers below, she looks young then more mature and then the last one more serious. I like it, they even zoom in more to her as the series progresses. Great thinking there.
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About the Author:
She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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Excerpt:
My
hair is up in a high ponytail today and Aiden moves his face in close to my
neck.
“You
have a pretty neck.”
“What?
No. It’s too long,” I scoff.
“Naw,
it’s almost regal,” he says, as his lips move closer.
“Maybe
for the Queen of Giraffes,” I joke.
“I've
never kissed your neck.” He puts his hand on the side of my head and pushes it
slightly. “Tilt your head.”
I
do as he asks. I know I shouldn’t. I should run away. But it’s impossible to
resist an order from a god.
He
takes the tip of his finger and glides it from just underneath my earlobe to my
collarbone. He blinks lazily and then puts his lips like our almost kisses. He
is as close as he can possibly get to my neck without actually touching it.
And
even though his lips don't touch, occasionally, he accidentally—or on purpose,
maybe; who knows a god’s train of thought on this—touches it with his cheek.
I
can feel some stubble on his cheek. He hasn’t shaved in a few days and the hair
is so light it’s barely visible, but just that little bit of scruff looks so
sexy on him. It changes his perfect face from a work of art to something of
museum quality. It makes his beautiful face look more angular and masculine.
And even though scruff usually scratches my face, his feels soft against my
neck.
Have
you ever rubbed a balloon across your hair and made it stick straight up?
That's how my whole body feels. All my nerve endings, or synapses—really, I
don’t even know what a synapse is exactly; I think it’s in the nerve family . .
. Whatever, they are all sticking straight up like balloon-rubbed hair.
He’s
still at my neck when he says, “Too bad I'm not a vampire. I’d bite you. Make
you mine.”
“Trust
me. You don't want me. Dawson tried to give me the key to his heart. I wouldn’t
take it.”
“Is
that why he’s wearing that key necklace?”
“Yeah,
he’s wearing it until I change my mind. And I don’t know why I keep waiting. I
didn’t wait for anything else.”
I
hope to piss him off with my reference to sex with Dawson, so he will move his
powerful lips away from me.
Instead
he whispers, “Just because sex is good with someone, doesn't mean you’re
destined to be with them. Imagine what it will be like with the guy you’re
really supposed to be with. Your true love.”
When
he speaks, his lips graze my neck a few times.
“You’re
touching my neck. With your lips,” I say raggedly. I can barely breathe when
he’s this close to me.
“I’m
talking. Not kissing. It doesn’t count.”
And
I don't know where this comes from—not from rational thought, obviously—but I
make a little breathless moan and say, “Talk some more.”
I
feel his mouth form a smile on my neck.
“Remember
what I told you? In French. Your lips are my bliss?”
Then
he speaks it in French. His lips grazing my neck with each syllable.
I
forget who I am.
I
forget where I am.
I
have but one solitary thought.
Those
lips must be on me.
“Aiden,
come here.”
“I'm
here.”
I grab his face. “No, like, do that to my
lips. The not-kissing-kiss.”
“It
won’t be enough. You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
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