Let me start by saying i don't read books from male authors, i tend to struggle with the flow of the story. This is the first book i've read by Devon Hartford and it will definitely not be the last. I loved Victory, she's ambitious, focused, talented and really likeable. She's the very talented g...
This series is really good so far ,,, this is book 2 ,,, I'm hooked ,,, loving the characters ,,, loving the story ,,, loving that I've not been able to work out too much of the story yet either ,,, I prefer it when things aren't completely clear ,,, I like the guessing game ,,, the not knowing a...
Devon is the master. He makes you feel like you are right there in the scenes. His descriptive writing is incredible. Kellan and Victory continue rock on stage and off. They compliment each other perfectly. I was so happy to have gotten insight into Victory's past in this book. The story and char...
They called him Connor HUGE. Connor Hughes f**ked his way through every girl in my high school. Except me. We hated each other. That arrogant a**hole insulted me, tormented me, and ruined me without ever laying a finger on me. After graduating near the top of my class, I escaped to UCLA, got my d...
“I met someone, Mom,” I say to her across the table. “What else is new,” she laughs. “If I remember correctly, you meet a new woman every week.” “No I don’t,” I chuckle. “It’s every day.” She shakes her head, “I can’t believe you’re my son. You’re more incorrigible now than you were at sixteen.” ...
Whitman?” “Brigid, I’ve asked you to stop calling me that for the past five years.” He said it with a smile. “Okay, Brooks. I need your advice.” “Ask away.” I knew Dr. Brooks Whitman from his frequent visits to the hospital. He was a general practitioner with his own private practice in the Eagle...
Christos asked abruptly. He finished the last swallow of his lemonade. “I guess so, yeah.” I was finally thinking of him as Christos, although I wasn’t sure if I liked that. “Cool. Let me grab something.” He walked out of the kitchen and returned a minute later holding a box of of crayons. The bi...
I sat outside at one of the tables at the Student Center with Madison, Romeo and Kamiko. We were all eating fish tacos for lunch. “I’m screwed, you guys,” I sighed. "You say that like it’s a problem,” Romeo quipped. “In my world, getting screwed is the most desirable outcome of any encounter.” “...
Molton? Is there any way I can get more hours this week?” He peels the lid off a fresh tub of mint chocolate chip and lowers it into the display freezer at work. “You’ve had twenty-five hours a week all summer. I was planning on cutting you back to fifteen starting next week.” “Oh, geez. Really?”...
Not only had my friendship with Kamiko gone off the rails, but my grades were falling into the crapper as well. On the plus side, Oil Painting was most likely an A. Professor Cogdill was a great teacher, and very supportive. Check. Sociology 2, on the other hand, was looking like a solid B. Not w...