Feb 9, 2016

SPOTLIGHT TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Halfway Bitten (Halfway Witchy Series #2) by Terry Maggert

Halfway Bitten 
(Halfway Witchy Series #2)
by Terry Maggert


The circus came to Halfway, and they brought the weird. 

When clowns, vampires, and corpses start piling up in town, Carlie has to break away from her boyfriend, Wulfric, to bring her witchy skills to the table- or grill, as the case may be. 
When the body of a young woman washes up in the lake, it unleashes a spiral of mystery that will bring Carlie, Gran, and Wulfric into a storm of magical warfare. Spells will fly. Curses will rain. Amidst it all, Carlie will make waffles, protect her town, and find out if a man from the distant past can join her in happy ever after. 

With love and honor at stake, Carlie has no peer. 

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Chapter One: Mail Call

            The moon hung full, meaning I would sleep on the couch to listen for the squeak of my mail slot announcing the plaintive request for a secret spell.  That was where people who I rarely knew would push a handmade envelope through the slim space to fall into my home; the letter would slide across the floor with a swishing rasp before coming to a stop. I would then open each letter in the moonlight of my kitchen, where I got down to the business of being a good witch.

            In a sense, I grant wishes.

            I have growing power. I’m a work in progress, I guess, and I feel it in my bones that every little bit of effort must be made to keep the most subtle kinds of evil at bay. Things like loneliness. Fear. A loss of caring. These are the things that all of my spell requests are built around; the words change but the pleas are always the same. I think that because of this ability to use my magic, I understand that there must be goodness in the world in order to foster even greater kindness. I’m okay with that. It’s my calling.

            My Gran taught me that goodwill should be freely given. The ability to be kind without strings is the mark of pure magic; its sole purpose can only be fulfilled when there is no expectation of reward. In a sense, the envelopes that fall to the wood floor of my foyer are the closest thing to a physical prayer that I will ever see. I treat each request with the care it deserves, and I am utterly committed to lessening the suffering of the people around me. Gran always told me that someday, I’d think of myself as a priestess who cared for the world around me, and I think I’m starting to understand.

            The moon slides across my kitchen in a soft pane of light for three nights out of each month, unless it’s cloudy, or snowing, or rainy. It’s during this transit of light that I wait in a state somewhere between dreams and reality. If I doze too soundly, Gus will wake me when an envelope arrives, but for the most part, there’s a part of my mind that anticipates each quiet plea. To fill the hours between now and then, I went to the kitchen to graze. It’s a scientific fact that if you eat while standing over the sink, it is neither a meal nor does it count against your alleged workout plan. Fortunately for me, the diner keeps me in shape, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling a twinge of guilt when I eat something that has no nutritional value whatsoever.

            Like right now. I selected a spoon that is just small enough to fit in my mouth, opened the fridge, and pulled out a tub of homemade peach ice cream.

            “Hello, beautiful,” I murmured. “We’re about to get uncomfortably close for the next half hour.” I spooned the first frigid bite of heaven into my mouth and let my eyes close with the kind of pleasure that only ice cream or a lingering kiss can bring. The spoon rested on my tongue, cold and brittle, and I was moving to dredge another bite when the mail flap opened and an envelope slid onto the floor. Gus eyed the ice cream with a feral speculation; he wasn’t above pilfering licks if I left the tub unattended, so the ice cream went with me to the foyer.

            I bent to pick it up and my hand stopped in mid-air. The paper was marred by three dark smears, but I knew it wasn’t ash or ink.

            It was blood.

            Moonlight has a curious effect on many things. It can spawn romance, or poems. It can light the water at night and the snow, too, spangling the frozen crystals with the second-hand sun from the other side of the world. In the fall, it can turn an innocent night into something sinister, looming over the harvest like a fat reminder that the veil between worlds is thin indeed. But for blood, it takes that which is crimson and makes it black, and I knew this because it’s something I’ve seen before.

            I reached for my power and let my senses drift across the innocuous paper, and I was sorry that I did. Fear, like blood, can stain things, and this message was fairly soaked with the kind of terror that can kill. Gus padded over and uttered a low growl from the depths of his throat; he knew that something bad had made the aura surrounding this plea for. . . .something.

            “I guess I have to open it.” Gus hunkered down next to me, an expectant look on his broad feline face. I stood and turned on the hallways light, then plucked the envelope from the floor and opened it in one smooth motion.
 It was a torn piece of paper, yellowed from sun or weather. The smell hit me first; a mélange of age and the coppery bite of blood that was still too fresh to be oxidized. The words were clearly written with a fingertip, and in a hand that shook so badly I wondered if the author had survived to the end of the message. I read, turned my eyes for a moment to steady myself, and then read the note once again.
            When they find her, you will know. Please do not forget the rest of us.

            My mind screamed at the opaque meaning, knowing that somewhere in the depths of those few words was a message that could save lives. I knew intuitively that what I held in my hand had been written at great cost, and curling fingers of dread hooked around my spine and began to squeeze, just to let me know that I was powerless in that moment. I sat down on the floor of my foyer and felt the first hot tears of rage spill down my cheeks, hating that all I could do was wait.

            If you know me at all, there are certain things I’m not very good at. Reaching things on the third shelf? Not my thing. Eating butter beans? No way. But the thing that actually galls me is to wait, yet that’s exactly what I did, resting on my couch with Gus until my gray eyes were dark hollows in my face. The sun rose as my stomach roiled with frustration and guilt, but as the light became impossible to ignore, I rose and went to make coffee.

            I stood sipping the first cup, my eyes gritty and red. I could feel the low simmer of anger percolating within me even as I stepped into the shower. This was going to be a bad day. I considered and discarded dozens of possible meanings for the note before walking to work with my head down and eyes locked firmly on the sidewalk. It was too early to bother Gran, but I resolved to call her when I could steal a moment away from the grill at the diner. I knew we’d be slammed, but there was something about the note that froze the marrow in my bones.

            I didn’t know what was coming, but I could tell it was going to be bad.

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About The Author

Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon, considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to the Sunshine State. I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic upstate New York, where I learned about a mythical substance known as "Seasons". After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a bar. That was fun because I love beer, but, then, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), and, in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school--which I did, with enthusiasm. I earned a Master's Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. My novels explore dark fantasy, immortality, and the nature of love as we know it. I live near Nashville, Tennessee, with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and, when I'm not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.

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Feb 6, 2016

REVIEW: Kings Rising (Captive Prince #3) by C.S. Pacat

Genre: Historical/ Fantasy / MM Romance
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Damianos of Akielos has returned.

His identity now revealed, Damen must face his master Prince Laurent as Damianos of Akielos, the man Laurent has sworn to kill.

On the brink of a momentous battle, the future of both their countries hangs in the balance. In the south, Kastor's forces are massing. In the north, the Regent's armies are mobilising for war. Damen's only hope of reclaiming his throne is to fight together with Laurent against their usurpers.

Forced into an uneasy alliance the two princes journey deep into Akielos, where they face their most dangerous opposition yet. But even if the fragile trust they have built survives the revelation of Damen's identity - can it stand against the Regent's final, deadly play for the throne?


"To gain everything and to lose everything in the space of a moment. That is the fate of all princes destined for the throne."

One of the hardest things in the reader's world for me is to say goodbye to one of your favorite series. After *that* cliffhanger I've been impatiently waiting and obsessively stalking the authors updates for around 2 years and now I've read the last page and I...just...can't believe it's the end. I don't want it to end. Let it not end. *puppy-dog eyes* But, as always- all good things have to end at some point and we need to make peace with that fact (but of course my inner mm fangirl we'll never stop keeping my fingers crossed & cheering for the author to continue the series- pretty please.) 

The last installment of Captive Prince trilogy was an action-packed, gripping and suspenseful  page-turner. And the push-and-pull, heartfelt and steamy romance? It kept me awake all night long. I can't say the story wasn't flawless, but to be honest the author had to do smth really shocking to disappoint me. I was that eager and grateful to finally have and read the book.

The things that would have made this book a perfect read for me:
- more Damen and Laurent moments 
- more pages in general
- better done ending with a worthy epilogue

But these flaws aside, this series remains one of my top mm series with one of my favorite mm couples ever. The type of series I'll cherish and  reread many times in the future and that is why I highly recommend it to every mm fan of fantasy books with epic hate-to-love story between two powerful, smoking hot, endearing and unforgettable archenemies!

RATING: 4/5 stars



Feb 5, 2016

REVIEW: He Will Be My Ruin by K.A. Tucker

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A woman who almost had it all . . .

On the surface, Celine Gonzalez had everything a twenty-eight-year-old woman could want: a one-bedroom apartment on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, a job that (mostly) paid the bills, and an acceptance letter to the prestigious Hollingsworth Institute of Art, where she would finally live out her dream of becoming an antiques appraiser for a major auction house. All she had worked so hard to achieve was finally within her reach. So why would she kill herself?

A man who was supposed to be her salvation . . .

Maggie Sparkes arrives in New York City to pack up what’s left of her best friend’s belongings after a suicide that has left everyone stunned. The police have deemed the evidence conclusive: Celine got into bed, downed a lethal cocktail of pills and vodka, and never woke up. But when Maggie discovers a scandalous photograph in a lock box hidden in Celine’s apartment, she begins asking questions. Questions about the man Celine fell in love with. The man she never told anyone about, not even Maggie. The man Celine believed would change her life.

Until he became her ruin. 

On the hunt for evidence that will force the police to reopen the case, Maggie uncovers more than she bargained for about Celine’s private life—and inadvertently puts herself on the radar of a killer. A killer who will stop at nothing to keep his crimes undiscovered. 

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My Rating:


Money, sex, and murder in New York City. – if I had to make a tagline for this book, I’d use that. 

He Will Be My Ruin is my first book by K.A. Tucker (I DNFed Ten Tiny Breaths), however it sure won’t be my last. Tucker has plenty of books under her belt and it shows, her writing is phenomenal, I really can’t a find a fault with it. 

Moreover, if I’m not mistaken, Tucker is a NA writer, however this book is pure adult mystery and a very good one, in my humble opinion. 

The story follows Maggie Sparkes, heiress to Sparkes Energy empire, however she refuses to follow that career path and instead she does humanitarian work in Africa, having created her own nonprofit organization Villages United. I personally loved Maggie as a protagonist, she’s strong, independent, relentless, yet also vulnerable and a complete failure at espionage.  She comes to NYC and starts investigating her friend Celine’s suicide/murder, and she hires a PI – Doug, who quickly became one of my favorite characters. Soon, however, she discovers that Celine had an entirely different, hidden life and she begins to question everything and everyone!

The story is told through Maggie’s POV but there are some chapters told in Celine’s POV (as well as her diary entries) that lead us back to the past and illuminate certain events. I liked the pacing, there were also many twists and turns to the story – the story starts moving in one direction, then something happens and you no longer suspect that person, your attention is diverted elsewhere, but then all of a sudden you don’t know whom to trust anymore. 

There are actually only two suspects (at least only I suspected two persons), but still Tucker manages to keep you in suspense and in the dark. When I found out who the killer is, I literally had chills! 

Therefore, I don’t want to keep this review longer than it already is. With mystery books, I feel it best not to discuss anything too much. The novel was well-structured, the story and the characters felt real to me, it managed to surprise me and I’m looking forward to more from KA Tucker!

PS: sorry for all Jessica Jones gifs


Feb 4, 2016

ARC Review: I WISH YOU WERE MINE (Oxford, #2) by Lauren Layne


In this charming Oxford Novel, hailed by Keri Ford as “a sizzling-loud friends-to-lovers story,” Lauren Layne poses a provocative question: What do you do when you fall in love with your sister’s ex?

A year ago, Jackson Burke was married to the love of his life and playing quarterback for the Texas Redhawks. Now he’s retired, courtesy of the car accident that ruined his career—and single, after a nasty scandal torpedoed his marriage. Just as he’s starting to get used to his new life as a health and fitness columnist for Oxford magazine, his unpredictable ex shows up on his doorstep in Manhattan. Jackson should be thrilled. But he can’t stop thinking about the one person who’s always been there for him, the one girl he could never have: her younger sister.

Mollie Carrington can’t say no to Madison. After all, her older sister practically raised her. So when Madison begs for help in winning her ex-husband back, Mollie’s just glad she got over her own crush on Jackson ages ago—or so she thought. Because as Mollie reconnects with Jackson, she quickly forgets all her reasons to stay loyal to her sister. Tempted by Jackson’s mellow drawl and cowboy good looks, Mollie is sick and tired of coming in second place. But she can’t win if she doesn’t play the game.


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Jackson Burke, the main character in I Wish You Were Mine, first appeared in the previous book's epilogue as a man who had an air about him of someone who had lost everything. After being injured in a car accident, his career as a star quarterback was in question, and so was his marriage given all the rumors surrounding him. That was in Irresistibly Yours.

In I Wish You Were Mine Jackson was working at Oxford, he was divorced, depressed, and actively avoiding interactions with his sweet, friendly co-workers. He was also avoiding his ex-sister-in-law Mollie, but that ended when this story began. She became his roommate.

He was starting to feel attracted to her. She had a long history of being in love with him. That led exactly where you'd expect it would lead. The person not happy about that: the sister/ex-wife Madison, who decided that was just the right moment to insert herself back into their lives, and get Jackson back.

Drama ensued.

That's what was happening, and here's what I thought of it all:

Overall rating: 2.5 stars.

Irresistibly Yours was my first time meeting both the Oxford and the Stiletto group. I may not have known much about them, but by the end of Cole and Penelope's story, I did know one thing for sure: I wanted Lincoln's book. Needless to say, I was disappointed book two in the series wouldn't be about him, but I was willing to give this new guy Jackson a chance. Unfortunately, I wasn't too impressed by him or the women in his life. All I kept thinking throughout the book was the same thing I thought after the previous installment: I want Lincoln's book!

My favorite parts of this novel were the scenes that involved none other than Lincoln Mathis. Those bits and pieces made me even more eager to find out what secrets he's keeping, and that date for Someone Like You just makes me sad. The scenes involving other previous characters was another thing I liked in this novel. With the exception of Cole and Penelope, I haven't read any of the other characters' stories, but still I liked whenever they were a part of a scene. 

So, that's what I liked. The rest, not so much, which is unfortunate, because the rest is the biggest and the most important part.

Even before I started this book, I was worried it wouldn't work for me because Jackson's love interest was his ex-sister-in-law. The very thought the heroine is in a relationship with the man who used to be her sister's husband is just... no. This would've been a problem for me, no doubt, had that sister not been Madison. Madison was a rather despicable character. Every time she appeared, I wanted to scream. Yet, the ones I wanted to slap across the face were Jackson and Mollie for no other reason than for putting up with Madison's crap for ages. It's still unclear to me why Jackson was married to her for so long. Her true colors had to have shown earlier in their marriage.... Whatever, it's just one thing on my long list of things I didn't understand in this story.

Mollie, the heroine, remains a bit of a mystery to me. After a novel in which she was one of the main characters, all I can say about her is that she was in love with her sister's husband, and always stood by her sister's side even when it was glaringly obvious Madison was being a selfish bitch. Not something I'd expect from a supposedly extraordinarily smart person. Overall, I thought Mollie didn't have much to offer in the personality department, and the little she did I didn't find likable, or understandable. At least when it came to Jackson, I understood his actions. Well, I understood some of it. For example, I got why he was wallowing in his misery over his career as a player being cut short because it was clear it was important to him. I got why he was a loner at his new job. I felt bad for him, but I got it. His relationships with the women in his life was what left me with many questions. As I've already said, I'm unsure as to why he remained married to a person like Madison for so long, and quite frankly, I didn't see why he was suddenly so attracted to Mollie. Their whole romance seemed forced.

In the end, I was unconvinced. Isn't that sad? You know, I'm not a die-hard fan of this author's work; the little I've read so far hasn't made me want to gush over her writing style, so in order to like her books I rely on the entertainment factor of her stories, and I Wish You Were Mine was not entertaining.

Still, if you are a Lauren Layne fan, and you don't mind the hero was married to the heroine's sister (and remember, the ex-wife is the devil), I'd encourage you to give this a try and see for yourself. 

***ARC provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.***

My review of book one in the series, Irresistibly Yours, can be found here.

Until next time, happy reading!


Feb 3, 2016

SPOTLIGHT TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Rush of Insanity by Eden Summers

Rush of Insanity

By Eden Summers

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance 
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-60-9 
Formats available: HTML, PDF, Mobi, ePub 
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill


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She won’t go down without a fight…and he’s looking forward to it. 
Harper left the world-famous solo artist, Judd Hart, over a year ago. No matter how much she cared for him, their worlds were miles apart. All they shared was great sex and the ability to drive each other crazy. So why is she at his concert, drooling over the sound of his delicious voice, when she’s spent months convincing herself they can never work? 
Letting Harper walk out on him was the biggest mistake of Judd’s life. And now that he’s sighted her amongst the crowd, he won’t let her run away again. Not even if it means holding her hostage on his tour bus until he can seduce some sense into her. They have a lot to work out, but this time, he will do whatever it takes to convince her they have a future. 
Apart, their lives are smooth sailing. Together, it’s pure craziness. But sometimes it’s okay to enjoy the rush of insanity.


He was still the stuff of fantasies. His tank was loose, exposing tanned, muscled arms. His chin-length hair was mussed, the tangled strands brushing against the barely visible stubble on his jaw like a lover’s fingers, and his drugging gaze beamed down at her from the projection screens at either side of the stage.

“Jensen, can you kill the glare and turn on the house lights?”

Oh, shit. She slunk into her chair as the stadium was bathed in a fluorescent glow. There was no way he could see her up here. But she felt exposed. Naked in front of a crowd of over fifteen thousand. 
“That’s perfect. Now I can see all your gorgeous faces.” He strode to the front of the stage, his faded, ripped jeans exposing tempting parts of his legs as he searched the sea of fans. “It’s a simple game, last one standing wins.”

Shouts rang out—“What do we win?” “Are you the prize?” “Pick me, pick me.”

The last came from the person seated next to her—her best friend—which Harper was happy to counter with a Bitch, please glare.

Judd removed his earpiece and a satisfied smirk tilted his lips. “First question—hands up if you’re a local.”

The sea erupted with high flying fingers. Harper remained slumped, happy to sit this one out. Whatever the prize was, she didn’t want it. Not now. Not ever. 
“Keep those hands high if you’ve been to one of my concerts before.”

Very few hands lowered, everyone still waving madly to gain any sort of attention.

“That’s awesome. I appreciate the loyalty.” He shaded his eyes, peering into the upper levels. “Now, this time, I want you to keep your hand raised and stand if you have all my albums. I mean CDs not downloads.”

Harper scoffed. She remembered a conversation with him a lifetime ago about CDs versus iTunes. He was a technology nut and loved having access to his music wherever he went. Whereas she preferred something tangible. Always would.

Groans murmured through the stadium as people lowered their hands and a lot less stood.

“You have all his CDs, don’t you?” Nicole nudged her arm. “Stand up.”

“No, thank you.”

Her friend huffed and pushed to her feet, raising her hand high.

“What the hell are you doing?” Harper tried to tug Nicole back down and was batted away by a swinging arm. “You don’t have all his CDs.”

“No. But you do. And if you’re not going to participate, I’ll do it for you.”

People in the row below shot them disapproving glares. People in the seats beside them, too. They didn’t understand the importance of being inconspicuous. Obviously, Nicole didn’t either.

“Sit the hell down,” Harper grated through clenched teeth.

She wasn’t only hiding from Judd, it was also his security team. Anyone who had worked on the previous tour would recognize her, and she didn’t want the man of the hour finding out she was here.

“Harper,” Nicole warned. “You’re ruining my night.”

“Mine, too,” the man beside her leaned forward to add.

She shot him a look that spoke of rage and insanity. “Fine.” She slunked as far down in her chair as possible without the threat of a back spasm and crossed her arms over her chest. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

“My next question will see most of your butts in seats—”

She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice, wishing away the past and their inevitable end.

“—how many of you have a tattoo that contains my lyrics?”

Oh, shit. Harper’s stomach dissolved in a mass of tingles and the script on the side of her left arm itched. She opened her eyes to the stadium roof and measured her breathing. Slow in. Slow out. The question hit her in the feels, and she’d sat through enough emotional crap because of this man to last a lifetime.

No more. Please, no more.

She didn’t want to see the result of his question. To place a number on how many women had marked their body for Judd, like she had. But it was a train wreck she couldn’t refrain from witnessing.

She scooted back in her chair and hunted through the mass of people. One…Two…Three…Four… There were more on the lower levels and no doubt some were out of view. All female. Probably all grinning like they scored a role on The Bachelor, when in reality it highlighted their pathetic existence. And then there was Nicole, still standing proud at Harper’s side, inching closer to the cusp of being slaughtered.

“I wish you’d sit down,” she whispered, not hiding the plea in her tone. This was like a Mission Impossible pivotal life and death scene and Nicole simply didn’t understand the significance of being stealthy.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have had ‘love is an affliction,’ tattooed on your arm.”

“Last question.” Judd spoke over the top of them. “And this is the most important.”

She couldn’t help it, she inched to the edge of her seat, fully invested on what he said next. Judd might not be famous for crowd interaction, but he was a ladies man and she wanted to see the face of the wench who would win something from the charmer she used to claim as her own.

“Here goes.” Judd rubbed his hands together, glancing from woman to woman to woman. “Keep standing if your name is Harper Douglas.”

Oh, fuck. 

About the Author:

Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband. In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind. Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.

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Feb 2, 2016

YA Thrillers Month: Follow Me Down by Tanya Byrne

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*Book Summary*

The sensationally good Tanya Byrne returns with her new novel - a dark, compulsive tale of obsession and betrayal.

When sixteen-year-old Adamma Okomma, a Nigerian diplomat's daughter, arrives at exclusive Crofton College in Wiltshire, she is immediately drawn to beautiful, tempestuous, unpredictable Scarlett Chiltern. Adamma and Scarlett become inseparable - until they fall for the same guy. Soon the battle lines are drawn and Adamma is shunned by Scarlett and her privileged peers. But then Scarlett goes missing and everything takes a darker turn. Adamma always knew that Scarlett had her secrets, but some secrets are too big to keep and this one will change all of their lives for ever.

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My first thought upon finishing this was: How am I going to review this? It’s so good, people. And whenever I love a book, I find it difficult to summon the right words to express my admiration. 

When it comes to Follow me Down, I thought the writing was solid, characters felt real, the plot and the mystery kept me intrigued. Trust me, this novel has it all, it’s definitely one of my favorite YA thrillers!

The story takes us to Crofton College in Wiltshire, Adamma’s new boarding school. The author truly captured the atmosphere of a small English village. I felt like I really knew those characters, Adamma’s peers and teachers, you get a sense of the community. There are plenty of characters, but you can easily differentiate them all.

There Adamma meets Scarlet, her new BFF – for whom I didn’t care at all. Her character was a little bit of a pixie dream girl type, however by the end we see she too is just lost.

Adamma, on the other hand, was an awesome protagonist. Strong, intelligent, fierce, she doesn’t take no for an answer. 

Moreover, I loved the fact that she’s Nigerian and there are lots of cultural elements in the novel, I felt I learned something new by reading this book, and that’s always a good thing.
The story is told through Before and After chapters, we see Scarlet and Adamma becoming friends, but then they fall apart, all because of a boy. Or so it seems.

There are two mysteries in the novel: first one concerns the attacker/rapist on campus, and second deals with the boy Adamma is seeing.  I loved how his identity is withheld till the very end; first you think it’s obvious, but then you notice how his name is actually never mentioned. Ha! The book kept me on my toes the whole time, I was second-guessing things the whole time, what is Scarlet hiding, who is he, who is the bloody killer?! I had my suspicions but every now and then, the author would throw in something that’d make me doubt myself.

I’m a fan of Tanya Byrne, I’d previously read and loved Heart-Shaped Bruise. The two novels are completely different which just speaks about the author’s amazing artistic abilities. I’ll be reading more from Tanya Byrne that’s for sure!

I can feel it sometimes, at night, when I can’t sleep and I try to remember what it was like to be the girl who thought she could do anything. But then the morning comes and I tell a lie, then another and another. One more and I’ll never feel that light again.

To conclude, Follow Me Down is a gripping story with well-structured plot, believable characters, and the ending which is so fitting and will leave you like this:


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