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Trust by Kylie Scott Book Review

Title: Trust34776338

Author: Kylie Scott

Genre: Young/New Adult

Rating: 3/5 Stars


Being young is all about the experiences: the first time you skip school, the first time you fall in love…the first time someone holds a gun to your head.

After being held hostage during a robbery at the local convenience store, seventeen-year-old Edie finds her attitude about life shattered. Unwilling to put up with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she enrolls at the local public high school, crossing paths with John. The boy who risked his life to save hers.

While Edie’s beginning to run wild, however, John’s just starting to settle down. After years of partying and dealing drugs with his older brother, he’s going straight—getting to class on time, and thinking about the future.

An unlikely bond grows between the two as John keeps Edie out of trouble and helps her broaden her horizons. But when he helps her out with another first—losing her virginity—their friendship gets complicated.

Meanwhile, Edie and John are pulled back into the dangerous world they narrowly escaped. They were lucky to survive the first time, but this time they have more to lose—each other.


I received an eARC of this book via NetGalley in return for an honest review.

Lately, I haven’t been breezing through books, but this one, I did! From the very first chapter, I was drawn in and couldn’t put the novel down. That being said, it wasn’t great writing either. It wasn’t beautifully written like the latest Sarah Dessen and it wasn’t ‘life-changing’, but it was very interesting and I’ll give it a ‘okay’ rating for that.

This wasn’t an insta-romance either, which was surprisingly pleasant since I love that troupe. It was more so, ‘insta-crush’. Edie and John go through a traumatic event together, but they don’t immediately want to date. John tries to protect her from his bad boy image, worried people will judge her for being associated with an ex-drug dealer.

I kind of got tired of hearing about the weight of our main character. In my eyes, she wasn’t fat, I couldn’t tell if she was huge or just a little chubby. I don’t think the weight of our character matters much unless it’s part of the plot like in Dumplin’. I feel like in order to make her weight a bigger deal, more people should have been picking on her for that.

The constant underage partying was also an issue for me. I get high schoolers party on occasion, but it felt like that was all Edie and her friends did. Constant underage drinking, sex, ect… I would classify this book as new adult, rather than young adult, because of these topics.

I loved John in the robbery scene, but he fell short after that. During the robbery, John was so kind and social, but after that, we just got grunt responses from him. He seemed to act like Edie was pesky to him. I know John was going through a lot with his brother, and the robbery, but he changed a lot from the guy he was at the gas station.

I’m  also pretty sure Kylie Scott might be a pen name… possibly Kevin/Hedwig from Split has written this book, with all the etceteras in the beginning….


Overall, I did like the book, but I felt like it had a lot of issues that still needed to be worked out. I plan on reading more from Kylie Scott in the next few months. Always willing to give an author a second shot!


Pucked by Helena Hunting Book Review


Title: Pucked (#1)24504274

Author: Helena Hunting

Genre: Romance/Comedy/New Adult

Rating: 3/5 Stars


With a famous NHL player for a step-brother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation many hockey stars come with. She’s smart enough to steer clear of those hot, well-built boys with unparalleled stamina. That is until she meets the legendary team captain—Alex Waters.

Violet isn’t interested in his pretty, beat-up face, or his rock-hard six-pack abs. But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s previous misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes more than just a hot body with a face to match.

In what can only be considered a complete lapse in judgment, Violet finds out just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. But what starts out as a one-night stand, quickly turns into something more. Post-night of orgasmic magic, Alex starts to call, and text, and e-mail and send extravagant—and quirky—gifts, making him difficult to ignore, and even more difficult not to like.

The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn’t want to be part of the game.


Me and my friend really wanted to do a buddy read and after going to a local hockey game, we decided this would be a fun read. She’s breezed through the first three books, while I just finished the first. I must say, this book did hold my attention the entire time. There were never any boring parts, it was pretty fast pace but not in the ‘insta-love’ sense.

This isn’t your typical adult romance, it’s aimed toward the new adult crowd but not the ones looking for sappy romance. Violet is a tomboy-ish type of girl, and she’s not afraid to admit she pleasures herself, after all, that’s where we first meet her. While she’s ‘jilling off’.

You don’t need to be a hockey fan (though hockey is my favorite sport) or even know anything about hockey to enjoy this book. It had just enough of the sport involved. You get to see Alex and Violet’s POV, and I really ended up loving them, though Alex was my favorite. Violet was a little too blunt about sexual endeavors for my taste.

I was planning on giving this book 4 stars, but it fell short in the epilogue (Alex’s POV) because I felt like the ending was rushed and forced. It should have ended on the final chapter and then picked up in book four (which I plan on reading next, I’m skipping two and three because they’re from different characters). The final part of this book was very cringeworthy, and made me feel really uncomfortable, though it was a happy ending. No cliffhanger at all.

What I loved the most about these books was the characters weren’t perfect. Alex, though sweet and romantic, had his flaws and made mistakes and Violet seemed like a girl who knew she wasn’t perfect but didn’t care anyway. She also didn’t want to need a man, but still accepted the love anyway.

If you’re looking for a cooky, romantic, sex-filled, funny story, this book is definitely for you! Looking forward to reading Forever Pucked (I bought it before I even finished this one)!



So You Finished Your Novel. Now what? (The Last July Update)

This week I finally finished my novel that I’ve been working on and off since the summer of 2013. I finished all the edits from my editor (my husband) and I’m not feeling too bad. Well, I wasn’t until I went to consider submitting it. This week, to my surprise, has been a rollercoaster of emotions over this manuscript.

You see, I felt pretty good about this novel until about 90% of the way through the edits and then I began second guessing myself. Is this book good enough? Have I literally just been rewriting my favorite books? What if I get rejected my first time? I don’t know how to take that.

My novel is my baby. A novel I struggled with reaching 50k during NaNoWriMo, and 70k for edits, has grown over 81k words! That amazes me! I pretty much scrapped the original document, I think there’s only 15% that resembles what it originally was.

Now what? I’ve made contact with a publisher and now we wait. The hard part is trying not to edit anymore. Literally, woke up this morning thinking, maybe I should change some things.

Luckily, the first session of Camp NaNoWriMo begins next Saturday, so that will take my mind off writing on my finished novel and concentrating on a new one. I’m pretty excited about this new one too! I pretty much have over half of it mapped out!

Have you ever submitted a manuscript? What part of the novel writing process is the scariest to you?


True by Erin McCarthy Book Review

Title: True (True Believers #1)17332551

Author: Erin McCarthy

Genre: New Adult

Overall Emotions: Gross…what… meh…

Rating: 2/5 Stars


When Rory Macintosh’s roommates find out that their studious and shy friend has never been with a guy, they decide that, as an act of kindness they’ll help her lose her virginity by hiring confident, tattooed bad boy Tyler Mann to do the job…unbeknownst to Rory.

Tyler knows he’s not good enough for Rory. She’s smart, doctor smart, while he’s barely scraping by at his EMT program, hoping to pull his younger brothers out of the hell their druggy mother has left them in. But he can’t resist taking up her roommates on an opportunity to get to know her better. There’s something about her honesty that keeps him coming back when he knows he shouldn’t…

Torn between common sense and desire, the two find themselves caught up in a passionate relationship. But when Tyler’s broken family threatens to destroy his future, and hers, Rory will need to decide whether to cut her ties to his risky world or follow her heart, no matter what the cost…


I’m always very cautious when stepping into the realm of new adult because the content is usually a bit out there. My friend recommended this one to me and she read it in about a day, followed by the rest of the series in a week. I, however, wasn’t too fond of this book, but I wanted to love it. The author is local to me, and the book is even set around University of Cincinnati, so everything that happens is logical, but I didn’t like reading it.

Here’s the thing, most of the time I was highly grossed out from Tyler’s chain smoking addiction. I wondered why Rory was attracted to him because the smoking really bothered me. If Tyler hadn’t been a stress smoker, I may have found him attractive but he’s now my least favorite book boyfriend.  I do think Rory was amazing at looking past all of Tyler’s family issues, but I didn’t understand why a girl like her would even be hanging out with friends like Jess who were doing drugs.

Speaking of Jess… I think I hated her more than Tyler’s pill addicted mother. I felt like she was never actually okay with Rory and Tyler being together (her and Tyler used to hook up), she just seemed to have this attitude throughout the book.

I don’t think I’ll continue this series, just because I didn’t fall in love with any of the characters.

I’ve never had good luck searching for a new adult book without all of the same troupes of bad boys in college. Any recommendations out there?


Sneak Peak at The Last July

In April of 2014, I did a session of Camp Nanowrimo where I started yet another novel that would go unfinished. This wasn’t my first attempt at Nanowrimo participation. I can’t believe three years later, I’ve finally finished this novel! Funny thing is, it’s nothing like the first draft! I switched the plot up (characters stayed the same) and added about 20k words. I’m feeling way better about this new version!

It’s currently undergoing edits, but I thought I would share with you the first chapter!

Hope you enjoy! If you haven’t checked out the YouTube playlist that I created for this novel, you can see it here and I also made a blog post about that a few weeks ago. If you’re into New Adult/Young Adult contemporary romance, I think you might enjoy this!

Also, I will be attempting both April and July’s Camp NaNoWriMo this year. Going to be working on a new project! I’ll keep you up to date on that when it begins!


The Last July



Chapter 1


“Bug spray?”



“Spray on and lotion, check.”

“Picture of your favorite person in the entire world?”

I grab the list from my best friend’s hand and roll my eyes. “I’m only going to be gone for two and a half months. Besides, it’s only Tennessee, I’m not even leaving the country.”

Janine flops back on the bed. “But you’re not going to have any cell service most of the time, so you might as well be on another planet! Do they even speak English in Tennessee?”

“Think you’re being a bit too dramatic?” I ask, going over my list by myself now. This is my third time checking everything. I’m pretty sure I’ve packed up my whole summer wardrobe and purchased every bottle of sunscreen I could find at Wal-Mart.

“No, I thought you grew out of summer camp! I figured this would be our last summer together before college, and we’d have one last hoorah.” She grabs my photo album off my nightstand, the one that I keep there year-round from past summers at Camp Arthur, my home away from home.

“You’ll be fine. We have a week once I get back to hang out before we go to college, and I’ll be coming home a few times to do laundry and see my parents. I can see you then,” I explain.

Janine grabs one of my folded blankets and tosses it at me. I thank her because it’s the one I was planning on taking with me anyway, a ratty old pink one that my grandma gave me when I was eight. I re-fold it and place it on top of my clothes and try to zip up the bag. It takes some force, but finally seals all the way shut after a few tries. I put it on the floor next to my sleeping bag and my backpack full of leisure stuff like books on my summer reading list that I haven’t gotten to and some nail polishes just in case my campers want to have a spa night. Spa nights at camp are some of the best nights at camp.

“Yuck, what the heck is this?” Janine asks, disgust written all over her face as she points to a picture in my scrapbook.

I jump on the bed and lean over her shoulder to see the picture. The memory brings a smile to my face.

“Leftover mashed potato mohawks,” I say proudly. My hair was so long last summer that I ended up winning the contest for my cabin. Four days after the game, I was still finding dried up potatoes in my hair. So worth it though.

“That doesn’t seem childish to you at all?” Janine asks, flipping the page.

“No, nothing is childish at camp. That’s the point, to have fun and do things you never get to do.”

“I would never put food in my hair,” Janine remarks, flipping through more of the photos. “What other ‘kid things’ do you do at this ‘camp’ place?”

“Rock climb, crafts, archery, swimming… there’s plenty to do, trust me. You’re really missing out,” I tell her, moving off of the bed to place all my stuff by the door. “There’s never a dull moment at camp.”

“Sounds strenuous. What about the boys? There has to be a handful of cute boys,” she asks, closing the photo album with a thud. Each page is so laden with photographs that the book weighs several pounds.

“Ha, I grew up with most of the guys there. No way would I ever be interested in them.”

She places the album back where it’s supposed to be and grabs her purse. “I wasn’t talking about you, I meant for me,” she says with a laugh.

She smiles mischievously before grabbing my sleeping bag and heading for the stairs. I shake my head, grab my other two bags, and head for the stairs.

When we hit the landing my mom comes out of the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. “Oh hey girls. I was just coming to make sure you were leaving on time, Penny.”

I love my mom dearly, but I hate when she calls me by my childhood nickname. Penny. It sounds cheap, whereas my full name, the name she gave me, Penelope, sounds ten times more mature. Typically, I ignore most people who shorten my name. It used to drive my high school teachers nuts, but lucky for them, I graduated. Once I’m in college, I can make damn sure no one calls me Penny – that cheap, easy excuse of a nickname.

“Am I never not on time?” I tease my mom, just as my phone alarm goes off telling me I need to head out to my car and get going.

She pulls me in for a hug. “Are you sure you can’t wait for your dad to get home? He really wanted to see you off,” she says.

I pull back from her and put on my backpack. “I can’t. I need to get there by three so I can get settled in before my we have our first staff dinner. I’m required to be there.”

If I hadn’t added on the requirement part, there’s no doubt mom would have made me wait for dad to get home from work, but she finally releases her hold on me and kisses my forehead.

“Be careful,” she tells me. “Check in with us when you can.”

“Don’t hold your breath for a phone call,” I tell her, and before she can scold me,     I pull out my package of stationery and stamps.

“What the heck is that?” Janine asks, feigning offense.

“If the campers can’t use phones, I’m not using mine either. I’m going old-school, snail mail.”

My mom smiles and pulls me in for another hug. “Have fun honey, we’ll miss you. And remember, you were a camper once, don’t try and scare the young ones with ghost stories,” she says.

“I would never!” I gasp, trying to keep the laughter from my voice for dramatic effect. “I would be the one trying to soothe them in the middle of the night if I did!”

“Alright, get out of here,” she says, smiling and swatting at me with her damp dishtowel.

“Oh, and mom,” I say, stopping at the front door. “If anything comes from Maryville, you’ll let me know, right?”

“Of course,” she says with a smile.

I thought I would have heard from Maryville a long time ago, while all my other friends were getting their own acceptance letters, but I guess that’s what I get for applying late. Now I’ll be waiting and cutting things close this summer with my school plans. It’s been Maryville or I’ll wait another semester to apply to another school, I chose Maryville because it’s just a short drive from camp, where I’d like to work every summer. Though, the next few months are the deciding factor for everything. I probably should have thought this through last summer.

Once Janine and I are at my car with all three of my bags loaded, she hugs me tightly too, almost tighter than my mom.

“Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t, Pen,” she says, pulling back and putting on her huge bug-eye sunglasses. Her bikini strings peak out of her tank top straps. Janine lives in swimsuits in the summer, whereas I live in hiking boots, gym shorts and old Camp Arthur tees.

“So, everything is fair game then?” I tease. Janine isn’t a prude by any means. Not even close.

“Way to add fuel to the fire, betch,” she fires back. I know Janine means well. She gets really defensive when she’s trying to hold back her real emotions. I just shake my head and tell her not to get into any trouble without me. She flips me the bird as I get into my car and pull out of the drive way. She keeps up the act until the last second and then waves a sad goodbye. I might just miss her more than she’ll miss me.



It’s a three hour drive from home to camp, one of those hours used to be pure hell because it’s all curvy back roads. It’s pretty easy to get to the camp, once you’re off the exit, there’s two right turns and you’re there. My mom made me bring an extra sprite and some crackers just incase I feel nauseous during the final part of my drive. Between my dads poor driving and being a backseat driver when I was a kid, I would always get sick the second we started on the dirt road. My mom liked to say it was early homesickness. I would let her believe what she wanted.

Every July since I was ten, I’ve gone to Camp Arthur. I know the place like the back of my hand. I could probably navigate the twisting and turning gravel pathways with a blindfold if I had to.

This year is different than all the others, and not just because I’m not an actual camper. This year, I’m in between, I’m a camper and a junior counselor. This year, I’ll be here for the whole summer. When I finally turn down the road for camp, I notice other things have changed too. A lot of the old gravel roads have been blacktopped, and they put in a pool to compliment the lake. The subtle difference are all needed upgrades, but they take away some of Camp Arthur’s rustic charm.

I don’t like change. Summer camps aren’t supposed to change. They’re supposed to look the same way they did when they were first built. Camp Arthur always made me feel like we were in the sixties or seventies, especially considering how old some of the furniture is in the common areas, parts of the cabins, and the bathrooms. Most of the bunks are made from wood and have names from previous campers carved in them too. If I look hard enough, I can probably find my name on six different bunks.

It’s strange being here without my parents dropping me off, I admit.

My parents were always the clingy type that insisted they come with me to my cabin to make up my bunk and make sure I got settled in. They would always talk my counselors’ heads off about the things I shouldn’t do and which activities I love. Why they thought a college-aged counselor cared about my sleeping habits and that I will refuse to eat on taco night was way beyond me.

As I readjust my duffel bag over my shoulder and walk toward the registration area to get my cabin assignment, I notice they’ve built a completely new welcome center that looks too modern next to the woods. I liked the old rustic one that was built long before I was born. I should have been prepared for the change though. When my parents and I received the promotional pamphlet in the mail, we were told the camp was being run under new ownership.

    Have the owners even been to a real summer camp? I wonder, taking in some of the more modern sights.

A new wooden sign hangs below the awning of the welcome center proclaiming, ‘Camp Arthur Est. 1974. Mountains of Possibilities’.

I just need to enjoy my final summer here as a CIT, a ‘counselor in training’. Who knows if I am going to be able to come back next summer as a legitimate counselor? The next two and a half months will decide that.

I walk inside the welcome center, the air conditioner on full blast and find a receptionist at a desk behind an open window like we’re in a doctor’s office. She looks bored out of her mind, flipping through Cosmopolitan. The front cover reads, “How to please a man, when you’re not on your knees.”

I clear my throat in order to get her attention.

She doesn’t look up from her magazine. “What’s up?” she asks tiredly.

Well aren’t we a happy camper? “I need to check in, I’m a junior counselor here for training,” I tell her.

“Aren’t you a little early?” she asks, finally putting her magazine down to check on the time.

“Just by 28 minutes.”

She let’s out an exaggerated breath and starts looking through papers on her desk, clearly not ready for the other ten or so people that should be showing up for training. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Penelope. I’m probably the only Penelope on your list,” I say, trying to get her to smile.

She doesn’t smile. She’s testing my patience as she continues to search the desk. Finally, she finds the paper she’s looking for. It appears that a coffee cup was sitting on it at one point because there’s a brown ring stain on it.

“Penelope… Penelope…. Ah, here you are,” says the worst receptionist ever hired, seems like she could use more training. “Cabin 6. Lucky you. You’ve got one of the new ones on the other side of camp. Air conditioning and everything. Enjoy.”

If the new owners of Camp Arthur are anything like this girl, I’m not sure I can survive two months working here for minimum wage. Growing up, I envied all of the employees here at Camp Arthur. They were all so kind and pleasant to be around. They treated me like a friend, not an incompetent child.

“Lucky me…” I sigh, ignoring the fact that my old cabin didn’t have air conditioning. I loved having the windows open and listening to the crickets and other animals at night. There’s something peaceful about a cabin with only four walls, a ceiling, and a floor, out in the middle of the woods. They always put the older girls further into the woods because the younger kids are too terrified of what goes bump in the night.

Miss Stickupmybum hands over my information, and I’m thankful I shouldn’t have to be around her much longer. I take the packet quickly and start walking away, but she stops me. My heart hammers in my chest at her tone that says, ‘I’m in charge.’ I hold my bag a little tighter.

“Don’t you need help finding it?” she asks. “I can walkie someone to take you there. You’re a bit too early, so everyone’s out doing their own thing. I think they’re all at the pool.”

“No, I’m good,” I tell her, not even bothering to look back when I open the door, and set off for the dirt path that leads to the wooden bridge. To be honest, I have no idea where my newly built cabin might be, but I want time to check things out before a counselor has full reign over me.

I cross the rickety bridge and walk by the mess hall, glancing in to see if it’s the same. Thankfully, it is, from what I can see.  I walk toward the trail that leads to the nature center, looking at a freshly painted sign that points to cabins six through ten. I’m glad Camp Arthur is expanding, but I worry that it won’t have the same camp feel to it when I become a counselor here. People come to camp to get away from the city and learn how to handle being without cell service or their normal daily routine, not to live in a luxurious cabin the size of a small house. Camp Arthur certainly does not need air conditioning or cell towers. Luckily, I haven’t seen a cell tower yet, though it wouldn’t surprise me to find one disguised as a tree.

“Hey!” shouts a friendly male voice. A guy wearing a pair of camo cargo shorts and a tie-dye t-shirt jogs over to me. Janine would shake her head in disgust at his mismatched patterns. His hair is shaggy brown and it almost curls into his eyes. It looks like he hasn’t had a haircut for a year, but it fits him. He’s wearing a headband with daisies poorly glued onto it, but something about it screams adorable and friendly. Adorable and not for me, because when he stands in front of me, I see he’s wearing a Counselor ID badge attached to his Camp Arthur lanyard, not a CIT. I can’t let myself get distracted by anyone. If I really want to work here after this summer, I need to keep my eyes on my goal.

“Uh, hi,” I say when he finishes catching his breath; he’s probably going to yell at me for walking through camp alone. I glance around to see if anyone else is coming or if it is just him. I’ve never seen him here in the summer’s prior as camper nor counselor; most of the counselors are repeats for at least four years, long enough for them to have a summer job through college and then move off to a job in the psychology or social work fields. Apparently, jobs like that love seeing ‘camp counselor’ on your resume.

“You lost? I can help you find your cabin,” he asks, his voice deeper than I anticipated.

“No, I’m fine. I’ve been here before,” I tell him as I continue onto the trail, not actually knowing if I’m heading in the right direction for once in my camp life, but I refuse to actually admit that out loud.

“Are you one of the new trainees?” he asks, catching up with me again, which is easy for him because his legs are so long. He’s literally the tall, dark, and handsome type.

“Yeah.” Why else would I be here? I want to add, but I’m pretty sure I’m still just a little upset from my experience with the camp receptionist. She makes the saying, misery loves company, a real thing.

“Cool, so I’ll see you later then?” he asks, coming to a stop and turning to head back to where he came from. A slight breeze ruffles his hair and he pushes it out of his eyes.

I smile at him. “Yeah, totally,” I reply. I’m glad he doesn’t question me further. My frustration from the annoyed receptionist is starting to wear off as I encounter more of camp life from a non-camper perspective.

The boy starts to walk back up the steep, dirt trail but turns around and my stomach does somersaults from the huge smile he gives me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he says.

“Penelope,” I tell him quietly. He doesn’t hear so I try again a little louder and with more courage. “I’m Penelope.”

Something in his eyes brightens up, like I’ve told him the secret to living. “Penelope,” he repeats. “Nice to meet you! Glad to have you at Camp Arthur. I’m Sampson.”


I finally find the cabin I’ll be assigned to for the rest of the summer some time later. To my surprise, it matches the other cabins at the original part of camp, but it looks brand new. The grass hasn’t even grown around it yet. That means many muddy footprints will be tracked through the cabin. When I open the door, it’s quiet. One of the bottom bunks is made up with a pink and green comforter and sheet set, so I know the counselor who’s training me is already settled in.

“Hello?” I ask into the empty cabin, dropping my bags off on another bunk. “Anyone here?”

“Shh,” I hear faintly from another room followed by a chuckle.

I creep toward the voice and glance in another room that has an extra bunk with clothes, extra toiletries, and other items spread out around the room and…

“Holy crap, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m early.” I say, covering my eyes when I see a guy and girl quickly pulling their clothes on in the corner of the small room. The girl fumbles with the buttons on her polo, blushing while the guy on the other hand looks smugly pleased. He doesn’t bother speeding up his dressing routine.

“I’ll just… go wait outside.” I say, practically running out of the cabin. I hear the guy laugh followed by the sound of skin slapping skin hard, the girl scolding the guy I assume.

Five minutes later, the guy exits the cabin, a huge grin on his face. Even I want to smack that smug look off. “Welcome to camp, newbie,” he laughs.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

Once he’s out of sight, I hop off the picnic table and head back into the cabin, bracing myself for an even more awkward introduction. This time though, I knock hard on the main door before actually going in.

“Hey,” I say. “My name’s Penelope, I’m your junior counselor.”

She doesn’t look up at me, just keeps digging through her duffle bag. “You’re early,” the girl says coldly.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told,” I say. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting to find that… whatever it was.”

“And I wasn’t expecting you, so we’re even,” she tells me, finally looking up.     “My name’s Viv. Welcome to camp. Let me give you a tour of our humble abode.

“This is my bunk, you can have the one over there. That way we can each have a side of campers to concentrate on. I let them pick their bunks, first come, first serve. As long as they keep their stuff under the bunks and out of the walkway, we’re fine. Windows stay closed, I don’t want any bugs in here,” she explains.

I follow her up the small ramp and into the next room. “This is obviously the bathroom. I try to break up shower times, half volunteer for morning showers, the other half get night and they can swap the next week, ten minute showers per girl.

“And this room,” she continues, turning me around and gently pushing me into the room where I found her and Mr. Shirtless. “Is the privacy room. You can keep extra items in here, extra clothes, that sort of thing. If you need a moment to yourself, you can come in this room to escape the campers, or if you have a guest…”

“Guest?” I ask. “I thought we couldn’t have outside guests stay or visit.”

Viv smiles a wicked smile and winks at me. “I didn’t say outside visitors. There’s always a lonely co-worker to hang out with. It’s going to be one long summer away from civilization and you’ll be surprised by how sexy a sweaty frat boy in a camp shirt can be.”

I’m only seventeen, I…”

“Sweetie, no one cares. You’re almost a college girl, right? All the guys want is a piece of ass. You’ll have to grow up in a few months anyway. Just think of this as college but with bootcamp and babysitting as your full time job,” she says.

Before my jaw has the chance to drop, I walk away from my new least favorite person and start organizing my bunk. Is this what camp is always like for the employees? Am I just finally seeing the behind-the-scenes drama? As I start to unroll my sleeping bag on top of the fitted sheet I put over the small dingy mattress, I hear the main door swing open and closed. I head over to see where Viv is going and she rolls her eyes when she looks at me.

“I’m going to go for a trail run,” she says. “When I get back we’ll head over for dinner,” she says and before I can object, she’s gone, leaving me alone in the cabin.

I sit on my bunk, looking around at all the empty bunks that will be filled up with campers in a couple days. Campers that I’ll be in charge of. Campers that will be under my watch twenty four hours a day, for the next three months. Maybe I’m in a bit over my head…


After waiting an hour for Viv to get back, I’m already bored. I’ve read thirty pages of a book I brought that’s supposed to last me two weeks, and I’ve finished organizing all of my things. Out of boredom, I decide that I want to go and walk around camp. I head for the lake, halfway across camp, one of my favorite spots in the whole camp. As I head there, some other co-workers are making their way around camp. A few of them playing a game of 2 on 2 soccer, while I see some of them are soaking up the sun at the pool.

The lake dock is usually crawling with campers fishing or canoeing. I never told anyone, but once, when I couldn’t sleep, I snuck out to the lake at four in the morning before anyone else got up. That’s my favorite memory of camp, but when asked, I have to make something up, like the time I actually climbed to the top of the rock wall to ring the bell or the first time I passed my swim test. In my mind, nothing compares to sneaking off to the lake right before dawn.

Right now, I want to be alone for a little bit. Once dinner is served, my official training will begin. That’s when they make us start doing team games, exploring nature, and discussing anything the counselors deem fitting. Viv strikes me as a counselor that’s not too concerned about camper feelings. Sometimes I think the counselors use campers as test subjects for their college courses, especially the ones wanting to be shrinks one day. I’m all about loving nature and sharing my feelings, but I don’t want to be forced to do it at seven in the morning during the summer. I’m sure that’ll change now that I’m a CIT.

A twig breaks behind me and when I turn, I assume it’ll be a bear or some other vicious animal coming to maul me. It’s actually Sampson, with his backpack and a water bottle in his hand, and that trademark friendly smile on his lips.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says as he joins me on the dock, his forehead glistening with sweat. We both sit there with our feet hanging over the edge. Mine hover, but his are covered in water up to his ankles. I notice his flip-flops buckled to the back of his pack. Camp usually bans flip-flops, or at least they do for the campers. It’s apparently too dangerous for them to walk around in such wound-inducing footwear. Maybe that’s why they blacktopped most of the gravel areas. Everything is just too dangerous for campers.

“Were you following me?” I ask, trying to say it in a flirty way that I think my prettier friends back home would use to lure a boy in. Janine is always good at that. When I try, my throat tightens and the words come out all wonky.

His cheeks blush and it’s the cutest thing I have ever seen, well aside from newborn kittens learning to walk. “Yeah, that’s not weird, right? I just thought it would be cool to hang out before we have to start babysitting.”

Babysitting? Does he not realize how cool this job is?

I try my best to keep my tone under control because I’m a bit annoyed that he thinks his job is babysitting. “Not all of them are kids, you know? Some of them are already preparing for college and working toward their dreams.”

“Sorry,” he says, his blush getting deeper. “I just meant the younger ones. They make me nervous. I’m always afraid they’ll get into some poison ivy or go missing. Pool time is a very stressful situation for me. Too much can go wrong. I don’t care how much lifeguard training I’ve had, I don’t know what I’d do if I had a child’s life in my hands.”

Before I realize it, I’m playfully bumping my shoulder against his. “It’s okay,” I say. “I just really love this place, and not many people give the campers enough credit. Some of them are probably more responsible than the counselors.”

“I never thought of it that way, but it’s probably true, well aside from the boys,” he jokes.

A few minutes of silence pass between us. I swing my legs back and forth, watching our reflections shimmer in the water. I look at his reflection next to mine and wonder how it’s even possible for him to be this nice to me. Everyone else seems to have an attitude problem.

I wonder how old he is since I’ve never seen him before. I look like a child beside him, with my baby fat cheeks and braided pigtails.

“I’d like to spend some time with you,” Sampson says breaking the silence. “Maybe later after lights out we could have a late night snack. Me and some other people are having a bonfire. They just lifted the burn ban yesterday.”

I smile at his eagerness because I’ve never met a no-nonsense guy that will just speak up about what he wants. I don’t answer though, I’m not sure I can sneak away as easily as he can or if I’m ready to get close to a guy.

“We should get back,” I say, scooting away from the water and standing up. He reaches for my hand so I can pull him up, and I struggle a bit because he’s so much taller than me, and our bodies collide. His hand rubs my back, and I feel like an electric current has gone right through my spine. I’ve actually never had the opportunity to be one-on-one with a guy. My parents have always been the no-boys-allowed-in-room type of parents, my dates have always been chaperoned.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a hint of sadness lacing his otherwise cheerful voice.

We start walking back and I have this odd urge to reach out and hold his hand, but I just fold my arms across my chest, not really knowing what to do. He makes small talk with me until we cross the bridge. As soon as we’re by the dining hall, I see Viv with a pissed off look on her face.

“Where have you been?” she asks like some sort of stereotypical babysitter.

I start to speak, but Sampson does first. “Hanging out by the lake. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day.”

Her face drains, but then she’s back to the Viv I met two hours ago. “I wasn’t talking to you, Sam. I was walking to her,” she clarifies.

She says her like I’m not even here or worse, like I’m a dog that just urinated on a rug.

“I waited on you for an hour, Viv. When you didn’t come back to the cabin I figured you forgot about me, so I thought I’d explore before dinner,” I tell her.

Her hair is wet like she just took a shower. Her t-shirt has a turtle on it saying she’s a ‘Kappa Little’. Clearly, she wasn’t too worried about me if she had time to shower and change clothes.

“Whatever, let’s just go eat dinner,” she says.

She walks in first, me and Sampson following behind like puppies with our tails between our legs.

“God, I feel bad for her boyfriend,” I whisper to him. He doesn’t say anything, just fakes a smile. In that moment, I realize I’m no longer in the presence of the care-free and happy Sampson I encountered twice today.


“I’d like to take this time to give a warm Camp Arthur welcome to our new counselors in training!” A tall man in khakis and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up says at the head of the dining hall. His armpits leaving two giant sweat stains, he’s not dressed for camp. “My name is Mr. Garreth and I’m the new owner of the camp. Please stand up if you’re a CIT.”

So this is the schmuk that’s ruining my favorite place?

    Me and the other trainee’s stand up while the the head counselors give a bored clap. I quickly sit back down, bracing for them to start hazing us the second this business man goes back to wherever he lives while everyone else runs his camp for him.

“As you all know, we’ll be evaluating you over the next few months to see if you have what it takes to be a counselor here next summer. Every two weeks, me, you, and your trainer will sit down to discuss how you’re progressing. We only take the best here,” he continues. “Once camp is over, I’ll take a week or two to deliberate with the other counselors and employees to see if you’ll be hired on for next summer. You will have an answer before you leave here at the end of July. Any questions?”

No one raises their hand. I’m tempted to ask how in the world Viv still works here if they only take the best, because I’ve been around her for less than a day, and I’m already dreading spending every minute for the rest of summer with her.

“Alright, let’s get dinner going,” he says with a cheesy clap of his hands.

“You heard him, Penelope. Go grab some of the food,” Viv says, nudging my leg with hers. We’re sitting in the employee meeting room, so me and the other CIT’s have to walk into the empty mess hall and go to the kitchen. There’s about twelve plates already made up, and I can see the kitchen staff taking a smoke break outside.

“If I knew I was going to be a waiter this summer, I would have just worked at McDonald’s,” a guy says beside me.

I laugh, handing him two plates and then grabbing two for myself to take to the table. “This has to be better than working fast food, right?”

“Ask me again in a month and I’ll let you know,” he says. I recognize him from my previous years at camp. He was always kind of a goof-off. It’s hard to imagine him working here.

“Kenny, right?” I ask. “You used to chase me around the lake with a worm in your hand.”

“Oh no, did I really?” he asks, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I was kind of a prick when I was a kid. My parents were going through a divorce. I had some issues.”

“That’s fine,” I say. “It’s Penelope, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, again,” he says, a little embarrassed. “Let’s try and help each other get through this summer in one piece. I’ve already goofed up once.”

“Just be glad you didn’t walk in on your trainer having sex,” I say.

Kenny almost drops his plates. “Really? That must have been… interesting,” he says with a smile.

I nod. “Pretty sure I’m now on her hit list.”

“It’s going to be an interesting summer, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Sure is, and it’s barely even started.”


Cheater by Rachel Van Dyken Book Review

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Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Genre: New Adult Romance

Rating: 3/5 Stars


Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.

But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.

Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.

Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love


I received this copy from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, all a different girl in Lucas Thorn’s bed, except for Sunday, that’s God’s day.

Lucas Thorn is embracing his mistakes, by doing exactly what everyone expects of a cheater, to keep cheating. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Right?

This novel was written in alternating point of views but my issue with that is the characters voices were not distinctive enough. I couldn’t really bring myself to love Avery, but I did sympathize with Lucas, surprise! At times, I could see why he was in love with Avery. Mostly in his flashbacks of when they grew up together, but the Avery that just kept being a total bitch to him (no matter if he deserved it) I couldn’t stand her. Lucas knew that he messed up with her sister, he even tells us when the story begins, that we’ll hate him.


I would say this book is Fifty Shades of Grey (set in Seattle with a rich bachelor and a poor girl) meets John Tucker Must Die (the cheating and want for payback). Which, you would think would make for a fantastic novel but it sadly fell short in my opinion. This story does set itself up pretty well for the sequel (Cheater’s Regrets), and I just might read that.

I couldn’t stand Lucas’ mother though, she was way over the top and not in a good way! If her character would have been toned down a bit, I would have loved it more. Would have been fantastic to see more of Avery’s family also. The only time we see them is when Kayla’s crying (get over it) and Brooke’s trying to shove her tongue down someone else’s boyfriends throat (you’re the bad guy in this).


I was pleased with how Van Dyken managed to wrap things up in the end, but I was still expecting a un-perfect ending since they keep repeating ‘once a cheater, always a cheater’ and Lucas saying we’ll hate him no matter what. If I hated anyone it was his mother and Avery’s sister, Brooke.






How to Love by Katie Cotugno Book Review


Title: How To Love

Author: Katie Cotugno

Genre: Young Adult meets New Adult?

Overall Emotions: In love, amazed, sad.

Rating: 5/5 Stars


Reena Montero has loved Sawyer LeGrande for as long as she can remember: as natural as breathing, as endless as time. But he’s never seemed to notice that Reena even exists until one day, impossibly, he does. Reena and Sawyer fall in messy, complicated love. But then Sawyer disappears from their humid Florida town without a word, leaving a devastated—and pregnant—Reena behind.

Almost three years have passed, and there’s a new love in Reena’s life: her daughter, Hannah. Reena’s gotten used to being without Sawyer, and she’s finally getting the hang of this strange, unexpected life. But just as swiftly and suddenly as he disappeared, Sawyer turns up again. Reena doesn’t want anything to do with him, though she’d be lying if she said Sawyer’s being back wasn’t stirring something in her. After everything that’s happened, can Reena really let herself love Sawyer LeGrande again?

In this breathtaking debut, Katie Cotugno weaves together the story of one couple falling in love—twice.


This book is beautiful, I don’t know why it took me so many years to finally pick it up. I was a huge fan of 99 Days, which I read a year or two ago and I had checked out the synopsis for How to Love but it didn’t interest me at the time. I’m glad I finally read it, I devoured it in three days.

Sereena had a plan to get the hell out of her Florida town and she was going to do it a year early. Nothing was going to stop her, that is, until she found out she was pregnant and the father has left town without even knowing of his unborn child.

I loved how Cotugno interweaved the before and after in alternating chapters and It worked perfectly. We got to see why she had fallen in love with him and why she had this burning hatred for him when he returned out of the blue.

There were so many twists and turns with this book, and I only saw a handful coming. The biggest one being Sawyer’s rock and roll lifestyle. I loved that Reena’s parents were main characters, too often in YA novels, teens do whatever and we only see their parents a scene or two. Seeing her parents, you could tell they still treated her like a silly, naive child.

Even though I loved this book and gave it a perfect score, I did have some issues:

  1. Occasionaly, Reena calls Hannah ‘the baby’. I have to handle the baby, the baby needs a nap. The baby is 14 months (another pet peeve of mine, your baby is one. Just one). It bothered me, it made Hannah seem unwanted sometimes.
  2. I felt like toward the end where the two families are together and Reena explodes in rage around everyone, I didn’t think she got the chance to say everything. Sawyer’s parents literally were non-existent like he was in his daughters life. If I were Reena, I would have made sure to let Sawyer know how they treated her. Or possibly, did Reena just push them away? We never learn that.
  3. Why was she even friends with Allie the shoplifter. Allie had a horrid personality and she wasn’t a great friend to Reena. She talked down to her so much!
  4. The ending. Yes it was happy, but I wasn’t pleased with it.


I hope Katie Cotugno can put more novels out like this, I’ve loved everything she’s done so far.




Hopeless by Colleen Hoover Book Review

Title: Hopeless (#1)

Author: Colleen Hooverhopeless-colleen-hoover

Genre: New Adult Contemporary

Rating: 4/5 STARS

Overall Emotions: Bored, and then straight to ‘Holy crap, what the hell is happening?!’ ‘What?!’ ‘No!!!!!’



Sometimes discovering the truth can leave you more hopeless than believing the lies…

That’s what seventeen-year-old Sky realizes after she meets Dean Holder. A guy with a reputation that rivals her own and an uncanny ability to invoke feelings in her she’s never had before. He terrifies her and captivates her all in the span of just one encounter, and something about the way he makes her feel sparks buried memories from a past that she wishes could just stay buried.

Sky struggles to keep him at a distance knowing he’s nothing but trouble, but Holder insists on learning everything about her. After finally caving to his unwavering pursuit, Sky soon finds that Holder isn’t at all who he’s been claiming to be. When the secrets he’s been keeping are finally revealed, every single facet of Sky’s life will change forever



I’ve said before that I haven’t enjoyed the books I’ve read by Colleen Hoover, and that I’d give her one more shot because so many people live (love, if you’ve read this book, you’d know that was not a misspelling) her writing. I’m glad I decided to give her one more chance and read this novel. I loved it, it’s way better than the other novel and novella that I read of hers. Though, there were some points where it just wasn’t believable or I felt like Hoover took it a little too far. Some say that this book may have needed a ‘trigger warning’, due to the content and I agree to a certain point. Nothing ‘triggered’ me, but there were many topics that occurred in this book that might set someone off.

The only reason I didn’t give this book the full five stars was because it only surprised me once and that was the final ‘answer’ hope received from her mother, Karen. Other than that, I kind of predicted the way things would end up going. This book is full of twists and turns. At first you think it’s just a cute romance about the high school ‘slut’ (who is actually not a slut at all) and the trouble maker boy (who is just misunderstood).

For a story about such dark subjects, I didn’t imagine it to have any happy ending whatsoever, I really applaud Hoover on figuring out just the perfect way to heal Sky and give her a happily ever after.

If you’re going to read any of Hoover’s books, this needs to be the one. It’s dark and beautiful and tells the story of a survivor coming to terms with all the pain she blocked out years ago.


Roommates by Erin Leigh & Tara Brown Book Review

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Author: Erin Leigh & Tara Brown

Genre: New Adult Romance

Rating: 2.5 Stars

Overall Emotions: Felt very juvenile, but quick and easy to read. Kind of weirded out by the male perspective.


Life is full of expectations.
For Brady Coldwell it’s always been about the game.
Hockey is and always will be, his life.
His family sacrificed everything to get him here and he won’t let them down.
He knows what’s expected of him.
Natalie Banks is no different.
She too knows what it means to have everyone sacrifice for you.
She knows about the debt that’s left owing in the end and the price you pay for making up your own mind.
But when an innocent mistake lands them as roommates, neither of them is prepared for the feelings they have or the consequences of their actions.

How do you negotiate matters of the heart?
How do you say no when it simply feels so right?



This book had so much potential but it fell short… very short. The synopsis and the cover make it seem like a very innocent book, so the second there was talk from Brady about screwing the nurse after hockey practice (in great detail by the way), I realized this book is aimed toward an older audience, as in, out of high school. I wouldn’t call it an erotica, there were only about four scenes that were cringe worthy. And Brady’s constant inner dialogue of wanting to have sex with Natalie was a bit weird.


These characters seemed younger than they were supposed to be also, but then way older at times, but never their actual age. At times I felt like Nat was 17, probably because that’s how her mom treats her. I kind of would have rather heard this story straight from Brady’s POV, I found myself annoyed with Nat most of the time.


***Spoilers follow….***

And then they finally admit their feelings for each other… weeks after they have sex… they decide to move out only to move back in with each other weeks later! What?!

The only part that I really enjoyed was the ending where instead of an engagement ring, he gives her a key to their new apartment. I felt like the over all plot was too quick and a lot of the hockey play talk was a bit boring. I actually started skimming over those parts because I didn’t know what half of it meant.

I would compare this to Fifty Shades of Grey minus the BDSM because at some points Brady reminded me of Christian, not wanting Nat to drink too much, getting jealous, dating a ton of women…

Was a very easy read though, just what I’m looking for at the end of the year. I’d recommend this to someone who is between New Adult and Adult Romance. There’s only a few in depth sex scenes, but they’re not cringe worthy.

Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover

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Author: Colleen Hoover

Genre: New Adult

Rating: 2.5/5

Overall Emotions: Annoyed, giddy, pissed… all the emotions.



At twenty-two years old, Sydney has a great life: She’s in college, working a steady job, in love with her wonderful boyfriend, Hunter, and rooming with her best friend, Tori. But everything changes when she discovers Hunter’s cheating on her–and she is left trying to decide what to do next.

Sydney becomes captivated by Ridge, her mysterious neighbor. She can’t take her eyes off him or stop listening to the passionate way he plays his guitar every evening out on his balcony. And there’s something about Sydney that Ridge can’t ignore, either. When their inevitable encounter happens, they soon find themselves needing each other in more ways than one.



I think I might be the only person who doesn’t really like Colleen Hoover’s writing.

Oh god, I can practically hear all the gasps and hate right now, but I’m just not impressed with the characters she comes up with. Sorry, not sorry.


Last year I read the novella Maybe Not by Hoover and reviewed it on my super awkward booktube channel, you can watch that here. I thought the poor writing and character development was only because of the shortness of the book but after reading one of Hoover’s full novels, I’m not impressed and I probably won’t read any more. I know, that sounds really harsh but it was way too much drama for me and none of the characters are loveable.

Maybe Someday is told from alternating POV’s of Sydney and Ridge. If I had it my way though, I’d prefer to only hear Ridge’s POV. This book started off pretty well, then got boring and then brought me back in to only mess with my emotions. Toward the end, I just wanted to shake the crap out of Ridge for being such a jerk. I also wanted to smack Sydney for all of her internal dialogue. The only person I did enjoy in this book was Warren, which was strange because I hated him in the novella. I felt like he was the only one with common sense.

New adult books are always a miss for me, never a hit. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because all the authors struggle to write in a 20-something’s POV instead of a teen POV. I felt like Sydney was way younger than 22. She still has tons of growing up to do. As for Ridge, I more so imagined him in his early 20’s or late teens.

I admit it was very interesting reading a book where the main character is deaf. I was really curious as to how Hoover was going to manage that. Between texting, emails and lip-reading, I think the relationship between Sydney and Ridge bloomed decently.


As for lyrics placed into the book since Ridge is a musician, I wasn’t a huge fan of that. Most of the lyrics were super cheesy and I couldn’t see a rock band playing them. They were way too straight forward and teenage angst for my taste.

There were some super adorable parts to this book that had me screaming for Ridge and Sydney to be together but there were also some parts where I was completely over their drama!

I’m just going to leave this review at that because if I say anything else, I might spoil it a bit too much.



Do you recommend any other Colleen Hoover books? Or should I just abandon reading her all together?