Publisher- Harlequin Teen
Publication Date- May 17, 2016
Language- English
Genre- Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance
ASIN - B016UFWBF0
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes a riveting new story about friendship, survival, and finding your voice.
For some people, silence is a weapon.
For Mallory “Mouse” Dodge, it’s a shield.
Growing up, she learned that the best way to survive was to say nothing. And even though it’s been four years since her nightmare ended, she’s beginning to worry that the fear that holds her back will last a lifetime.
Now, after years of homeschooling with loving adoptive parents, Mallory must face a new milestone—spending her senior year at public high school. But of all the terrifying and exhilarating scenarios she’s imagined, there’s one she never dreamed of—that she’d run into Rider Stark, the friend and protector she hasn’t seen since childhood, on her very first day.
It doesn’t take long for Mallory to realize that the connection she shared with Rider never really faded. Yet the deeper their bond grows, the more it becomes apparent that she’s not the only one grappling with lingering scars from the past. And as she watches Rider’s life spiral out of control, Mallory must make a choice between staying silent and speaking out—for the people she loves, the life she wants, and the truths that need to be heard.
My Thoughts
Another Armentrout book ? Sign me Up for it! I just could not stop myself from reading her books. the moment I hear she is writing another, I do a happy dance, no matter where I'm (Forget the public decency ;-P ).
I've been waiting for this book from the moment I read the first chapter. And it seems I have to wait just a little bit more. Not a hard thing to right? (hint: I'll smack you and pull a melodrama moment if you say agree....just sayin..)
About the Author
# 1 New York Times and International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.
She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
Want a sneak peak? keep on reading....
Mr. Santos appeared at the front of the speech class like there had been a trap door in the ceiling he’d fallen out of. That took talent. “All right, kiddos. We’re going to start class off with a little exercise.” He clapped his hands together, startling the boy in the front of the room that had already drifted off to sleep. “When it comes to public speaking, practice is key. The more you do it, the easier it gets. Trust me.”
A tingling started in my fingers as I straightened.
“When I was your age—”
“A century ago,” someone muttered.
Santos shot the kid a droll look. “Cute. Anyway, when I was your age a few decades ago, the thought of talking in front of a bunch of people made me want to vomit.”
“Yikes,” murmured a girl.
There was a good chance I was going to hurl, myself.
“So it was something I had to work at. We all do. That means we’re going to kick off with a quick introduction.”
“Oh, s—,” Rider muttered under his breath. He of all people would know why this was impossible for me.
Santos continued, oblivious to the fact that I was staring at him with my eyes peeled so wide it was like I no longer had eyelids. “Each of you will stand up, face the class, give us your name, and tell us one thing you like—keep it classy, folks—and one thing you don’t like. Again, PG-rated.”
Laughter followed, but the blood was draining from my head so fast I felt dizzy. No. I had weeks to prepare for this. Talking in front of the class was not supposed to happen today or tomorrow or next week.
“Mallory.” Rider called my name in a whisper.
My hands gripped the edge of the desk as my pulse did its own version of house music. My throat was tightening up as my eyes swung in his direction. Hector and Paige’s faces were a blur. A chair scratched across the floor and my gaze followed the sound.
A guy was standing, hitching up his pants. As instructed, he faced the class. “My name is Leon Washington.” A big grin covered his face. “I don’t like cheese. And I like the chicks in the vids.”
Chuckles and giggles rose while Santos shot him a look. Leon plopped down, and up went a girl. My breath was coming out in fast gasps. Paige sat at the end of the first row, Rider at the second, and me at the end of the third. There were seventeen chairs in front of me, two empty.
Oh God.
My wide gaze darted to Rider. Understanding was etched into his expression, in the hard set of his jaw. His gaze darted to the girl who was now standing.
“I’m Laura Kaye.” She brushed shoulder-length brown hair back from her face as she turned to the class. “I… um, I like driving with loud music on. And I don’t like…” Her cheeks flushed pink. “And I don’t like gossiping b——s.”
Mr. Santos sighed.
The class erupted into laughter.
Laura sat down with a satisfied smile on her face.
There was a good chance I was going to have a heart attack as another guy stood, his face already the color of a tomato.
“Mallory,” Rider whispered, and my panicked stare drifted to him. Over his shoulder, I was aware of Paige watching us. “You can do this,” he said in a hushed voice. “You can.”
His eyes held mine, and he stared at me like his words alone held the power to convince me, but he was wrong. I couldn’t do this. The plug at the top of my throat turned into a seal. Oh God, there was no way I could get any words out. Pressure clamped down on my chest, seeming to completely cut off my airway. An all-too-familiar icy burn splashed across the base of my neck.
I couldn’t do this.
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