Published by Self-Published on Sept 27th 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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In a lot of ways, I was one of the lucky ones. My high school crush liked me back. It should have been magic and fire, but it was tragic and brutal. I wrote it that way, anyways.
His name was Bryan Winthrop. He was our high school basketball star. The prom king. The most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on. He liked me — the theatre geek who never should have caught his eye — but he loved her.
It’s been more than 10 years since the homecoming dance. Since the night he kissed me, breaking both of our hearts for the first time.
After the scandal, after graduation, I left our small town and made a name for myself on Broadway, then in Hollywood. I didn’t mean for the play I wrote about our high school affair to blow up. I didn’t mean for it to reach all the way back to my roots, wreaking havoc, wrecking families.
Bryan Winthrop and I were not friends, not lovers.
But I’m back. And for one summer — if she lets us — maybe we can be.
I’m having a hard time reviewing this book. My feelings are mixed to how I feel. I know for sure it was a 4 Star read just for the emotions it pulled from me and how I couldn’t put this book down. How I’m still thinking of it a full 24 hours later.
I loved Sev and hated her at the same time. I’ve been Aurora. The girl that was cheated on. The girl that loved a boy so much that she forgave him for everything including things that should never be forgiven. I’ve been Sev too. Pining for a boy that will never be mine. Obsessing over him. His life. Having a life with him that will never be. I was never the other woman though and that kept me from being completely obsessed with this story.
I loved the friendship that Severin and her friends had. I loved the little bit of mystery that kept me reading on. I loved how Severin was well rounded. Her character so real that you could feel her emotions. I loved this book despite the one thing I hated about it.
I knew what I was going to read and I knew the feelings I would have. I just never thought it would affect me so much. I owe J.R. Rogue’s writing for that. Her writing affects you in ways you never thought it would. The good, the bad and the ugly. You can tell she has made sacrifices for her writing. Sacrifices that may seem small to us but is huge for her. For that alone makes her writing addicting.