To survive where I live, you have two options.
You can be a Normal--a cheerleader, jock, member of the debate team, or on the yearbook committee. You pretend everything is normal.
Or you can be crew.
You insult us? We hurt you.
You hurt us? We really hurt you.
And if you screw with us, we will end you.
My name is Bren.
I'm the only female in the Wolf Crew--the best, fiercest, and most dangerous crew there is--and we have a rule: There's no falling in love.
Well... too late.
*This book contains mature young adult situations.
*Full-length novel. First book in a series.
*Book ends at 95%. Two bonus chapters are at the end.
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First off I just want to say that Tijan did an excellent job no not excellent PHENOMENAL job writing this book. It took me two days to read it and I was pissed off because I did not want to put it down but life got in the way so I had to put it down. I have read a lot of books but this one just blew me out the water. I mean I can't stop thinking about the characters and all the drama that went down in this book. I know I will re-read it again and again till the next book comes out.
Bren is our main character and she is bad a$$, fierce, loyal and everything a loyal friend is. She is part of Crew and they stick together doing everything together. She is the only girl in the Crew and she takes no s!@# from anyone and get down just like the guys in the Crew. She can hold her own and everyone knows not to mess with her because she will not stand for it. See there are rules to follow and she follows all of them except for one. Never fall in love but that is so hard when the person you fall for knows everything about you and knows what your going to do before you do it.
This is where the story really drew me in. Seeing Bren slowly fall in love and realize that she loves that person and will do anything to be with that person. You get to see why Bren is so guarded and for good reason because she has had a hard life and has gone through hell and back holding on to stuff that hurts but pushing it down so she can live day to day.
I can't say enough about this book. I don't want to spoil it for the reader but I will say that this book is one of my favorites for 2018. I can't see what Tijan has in store for us with the next book. This is a world where you will want to revisit it time and time again.
About The Author:
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
When I looked up, Cross stood over me, but he wasn’t watching me. He was looking at the reason I’d come out here.
He sighed, sitting next to me. “How’d I know you’d be here tonight?”
“You tracked my phone?” I sat up and grinned at him.
He chuckled, reaching for the whiskey in my hand. The cap was already off, and he took a drink, hissing through his teeth. “Fuck.” He handed it back. “Why do you drink that shit?”
I smirked, taking a drink. Unlike him, I enjoyed the burn. “Why do you?”
“Because you do.”
He said that like it made the most sense in the world.
He stood there, watching me for a moment.
I thought he’d say something, but he didn’t. He just stared at me, and a different feeling took root. An awareness. It was low in my belly, beginning to trickle up, almost tickling my insides.
All the while, he never looked away until slowly, he reached up and pulled his shirt off. His muscles rippled from the movement. For a second I saw every single one of his muscles outlined, all the way to the V dipping under his jeans. His eyes stayed on me as his hands dropped to his pants. He unbuckled them, letting them drop, and he kicked them to the side.
He’d taken his socks and shoes off in the bathroom, and now he stood in his boxer briefs. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before, but there was a different feel to the room that night.
The tickle was still there, but it had softened. It almost felt like a tingle now.
I couldn’t endure it anymore, whatever it was, and I closed my eyes.