^^^^This one did it for me. In case we haven’t yet met . . . .
For real – but I do try and pick out books that I won't hate. I got denied a reader copy of this book waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the Fall of ’13 and promptly forgot all about it. Then a few weeks ago I
Alright, so here’s the plot: Kasey and her sister Livie were orphaned when their parents were killed in a drunk-driving accident (Kasey was the only survivor in the car, Livie was home with the flu and wasn’t in the accident at all). Fast forward a few years and Kasey and Livie hightailing it to Miami after their creeper of an uncle “accidentally” climbed into bed with Livie. The two set up residence in a “Melrose Place” style apartment complex and begin to move on with their lives. And then Kasey meets the new boy next door . . . .
And panties be dropppppppppping!
Okay, it’s NA so panties be dropping after a whole lotta angst and in fade-to-black style, but they still be dropping. Oh and there’s instalove. Of course. Chick meets dude in the laundry room, immediately runs away because she has some wicked PTSD that she’s never dealt with due to watching nearly everyone she loved die around and she’s scurrrrred of feeling the feels but then fast-forward a couple of weeks later to . . .
“Somehow he’s managed to slide a finger under my titanium coat and touch me in a way that no one else ever has.”
Seriously. At that point they hadn’t even really had a conversation, but whatevs. Young love.
Then things get even more convoluted and magic peen goes all Coldplay and declares that “lights will guide you home – and ignite your bones – and I will tryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to fix you.” (<<< not a Coldplay fan, but that is a farking excellent song). The big dun dun dunnnnnnnn moment was glaring like a fiery G.D. beacon to me and once my thoughts were confirmed I was all . . . .
This one just WAS. NOT. FOR. ME. At all. But that’s what I get for diving back in the NA pool headfirst even though I should know better. I’d give it 1 Star, but I’ve been trolled enough (by the granny faction of Goodreads, no less) in recent weeks and I’m not really interested in garnering the attention of Tucker’s fangirls. Also, that cover?????
That’s worthy of a star all by itself. Look at me and my Grinch heart being all generous and shit!
ARC denied eleven thousand years ago by NetGalley, but I still read it anyway.
EPILOGUE: In a wondrous turn of events my bemoaning the first world problem which is my lack of dollars and ginormous library fail regarding the K.A. Tucker book I really wanted to read, I was bequeathed it by a delightful little book fairy . . .