Their wishes were simple and modest. Fate had other things in store though, and she can be a real bitch sometimes.- All she wanted was to escape the past and live like any other nineteen-year-old girl. Her plan definitely didn’t include the arrogant, tattooed savage, with his awful mohawk hair and lack of social graces, whose only mission was to stick real close and mess up her life.
But, people aren't always what they seem to be, are they?
torighthere
I was given this book in by Author HQ for a book tour in exchange for an honest review.
First off, I decided I wanted to read this book the same way I choose my liquor when I go to the store.. by the pretty bottle…
Okay, okay, call me a bit shallow, but this cover was neat! And I decided I needed to read this book! So I jumped into the book… This story is very to the point throughout and seems to flow rather well. I liked that the characters were relatable… and there were a couple (okay, more than a couple…) times I wanted to shake Alex for what he was doing… But, at the end of the day, this story was a great read! I was pleasantly surprised! I do wish the ending was a little… more? I don’t know, I just would like… a little different for the ending, but the one the author wrote worked in rather well.
I give this book 4 out of 5 shields!
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“Oh really...” I looked him full in the face and pointed to the chandelier, “The bulb blew this morning and needs replacing.”
“You’re right.” Alex nodded and continued to look at me, with no intention of making a move.
“Are you trying to make me lose it, or am I just imagining it?”
"No. I’m waiting for you to ask me nicely.”
“It wouldn’t cross my mind to ask you for anything.”
“You don’t need to ask me, exactly, just a few polite words: Alex, would you change the bulb? It’s not hard, trust me.”
“Are you serious?”
I couldn’t believe that he, of all people, felt entitled to instruct me about manners. God, he was infuriating. I narrowed my eyes and regarded him carefully, a wicked smile building at the corners of my mouth.
“Alex, honey, would you be so kind as to change the bulb in the chandelier, it would mean such a lot to me?” I asked in the most sugary voice possible.
I watched as a barely noticeable look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and smiled even more. Some men actually lived in the conviction that their word must always be the last.
“And please, while you do that…” I blinked at him like some kind of cartoon, “...be sure and get electrocuted, would you?”
A teenager in an adult's body. A rebel in the guise of an ordinary citizen. A lady with very unladylike language. A dreamer with a rational mind. A woman born into the wrong era, she still believes that chivalry's a feat to define the perfect man.Zoya spent years doing volunteering work all across Europe, from cleaning school basements in Northern Russia to excavating Stone Age artifacts in Euskadi (the Basque country) and renovating castles from the middle ages in Southern France. She always dreamed of working with 'Doctors without borders' somewhere out in Africa, but ended up doing an 'ordinary job' in one of the smaller European countries.
Her greatest passion is devouring each and every book that comes within her reach.
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