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336 pages, Paperback
First published August 5, 2014
"We’ve hated each other since forever.”Help. I have a Mississippi-sized grin on my face and it's not going away.
“Love, hate,” she says with a smile. “Such a fine line between the two, isn’t there?”
...married BFFs who were invested in keeping the Cafferty-Marsden attachment alive and strong.To say the families are close would be an understatement.
You can imagine what it’s been like since our mothers first plopped us into a crib together, rubbing their hands in conspiratorial glee as they planned our wedding. Playdates followed where the adults smiled and cooed as they watched us dig in the sandbox, where Ryder tugging on my pigtails was a sure sign of his adoration, where me throwing sand in his face only proved my devotion.Yeah, you know the thing about parental expectations? It'll usually backfire. Ryder and Jemma are going to hate each other.
“Great, here we go again.” He starts to walk away and then turns back to face me. “You know what? I have no idea what I did to piss you off, but—”They're seniors, they're applying to college. This is a town with rigid traditions. Their parents have expectations for them, he as a future NFL player, she as his wife. College, babies, all planned out. Jemma's parents have drawn out her entire future for her. It's a nice future, but it's not what she wants.
“Seriously?” I sputter. “I’ll give you a hint—eighth grade.”
“You’re mad at me about something I did in eighth grade, Jem? That was four fucking years ago. Whatever it was, why don’t you grow up and get over it?”
It’s not that I don’t want to live out my days here. It’s just that I want the opportunity to...I don’t know...spread my wings and fly a bit before I come back home to roost, you know? If I end up back in Magnolia Branch, I want it to be because I’ve chosen to be here.It's a rough time in her life. Jemma's family is going through an emergency, someone is seriously sick. On top of that, Jemma has to deal with her feelings for a local bad-boy, Patrick who's just started noticing her. The trouble is that the passion isn't there.
He deepens the kiss, and I feel myself pulling away mentally even as I participate physically. My mind begins to wander.To top it off, a storm is coming. A huge hurricane.
“I wonder if it’ll be as bad as they’re saying.”Yes, it is. There will be nasty weather. Terrifying winds. Torrential rains. Tornadoes. Deadly snakes (who knew they came out during natural disasters!).
“Could be the worst to hit the coast since Katrina.”
I can smell something else too—fear. He’s terrified.And maybe, just maybe, they'll realize that their family's hopes and dreams aren't too far off from their own.
Of the storm?
Six foot four and scared as a puppy.
“Are you scared, Jemma?”The Setting: The atmosphere of small-town South is just lovely. It's a small Southern town, ruled by family, football, and religion. The order may vary.
I prop my head up on one elbow. “Yeah, I’m scared,” I say, carefully weighing my words. “But...we’ll be okay."
I hear him swallow hard. “I’m glad I’m here with you.”
“I’m glad you are too."
If you’re wondering what it’s like to grow up here, just consider this—there are six choices when it comes to places of worship, but only one when it comes to fast food.There's diversity, too. Jemma's best friend is a black girl, Lucy. And racism? It's not tolerated.
Most everyone adores Dr. Parrish, except for Cheryl Jackson, who’d been very vocal about taking her children elsewhere because she couldn’t possibly trust her pre cious babies to one of “those” people. And by “those” people, she means black people. Of course, her son is a complete tool, and her daughter spent half of last semester in rehab, so there you go.Yes, I know it's not totally realistic, but it makes me happy, ok?
Mama taught me to sew, Daddy to shoot. That’s the way we roll here in Magnolia Branch.No demure Southern Miss. Jemma is pretty damn perfect. She's smart, she's done everything right. Straight A-student, cheerleader, a good daughter, a loving sister. But her whole life has been planned for her, and she doesn't like it. I got frustrated with her at times, but I can't hate her, because I understand how she felt when she behaved foolishly. I sympathized with her acts of rebellion.
Am I dating him just to have someone to go out with? Or is the attraction real? Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s the whole bad-boy thing—which I realize is beyond stupid.Jemma is very self-aware. She constantly analyzes herself, and she does it well enough for me to understand her and like her, despite her faults. And I like her because of her faults.
Besides, he’s not that bad of a boy. But he is the total opposite of Ryder, which means that going out with him is the complete opposite of what my family wants me to do. Maybe that’s it, then—a minor rebellion on my part.
He’s the star quarterback of our Division 1A state-championship football team. Top student in our class. He plays the piano like some kind of freaking prodigy. Oh, and did I mention that he’s gorgeous? Of course he is. Six foot four, two hundred ten pounds of swoon-worthy good looks.SWOON. He's a young Tom Brady, that's what he is. You know what, if Jemma doesn't want Ryder, that's fine. I want him for myself.
"My mom already controls enough in my life. What food I eat. What clothes I wear. Hell, even my underwear. You wouldn’t believe the fight she put up a few years back when I wanted to switch to boxer briefs instead of regular boxers. Anyway, if my parents want it for me, it must be wrong. So I convinced myself...”The Romance: DO I REALLY HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ROMANCE? It was wonderful! It made a jaded old soul like me squeal with glee. I so completely "ship" these two. I loved their misunderstanding. I loved their arguments. But goddamn, the anger just makes it so much better. Much like make-up sex. But of course, this is an YA novel, so let's keep it PG.
“Is this okay?”*snickers*
I tilt my head back against the wall, catching my breath. “Yeah,” I say, panting. “It’s definitely okay."
And, of course, that’s when the dang-blasted tornado siren decides to go off again.
The thing is, Rosie’s pretty—really pretty. Sure, she’s dumb as a rock, but a lot of guys don’t care about that. She could have her pick of cute boys, but instead she continues to pine away for Ryder. Quite obviously, I might add.Well, it's a good thing you know self-respect, Jemma. Since you're going out with a boy you don't even like and he's shoving his tongue down your throat even when you know he's really into you.
Sometimes I think about pulling her aside and telling her to have a little self-respect, but what’s the point? She wouldn’t listen.
For a fleeting moment, Ryder was my friend. Maybe more. And now? He’s not.Yep. People died. Houses were lost. Hell, sister has facial paralysis. But, I can totally relate, your man won't talk to you because you kissed him and kinda cheated on his friend. Tragedy is not the word I'd use.
When did my life turn into a tragedy?.
~Thank you Simon and Schuster for sending me this copy!~
"We’ve hated each other since forever.”Such a fine line, such a fine line indeed.
“Love, hate,” she says with a smile. “Such a fine line between the two, isn’t there?”