I jumped into this series on a whim because I got some swag from a friend that had this series on it. My goodness am I glad that I did. I fell into this series. Into the characters, into the plot, heck, I plain fell.
Evie, Reed and Russel worked their way into my heart from the get go. First of all, I LOVE a heroine who tries to actually fight her own battles Evie has this down pat. She does her best to sort the chaos in her life and find a semblance of normal. Well, that is until the boys get into the mix.
What do you get when you have two gorgeous men that both have their redeeming qualities, but two none the less? A mess.
Reed is a hot head that Evie just can't get a read on. He runs hot and cold around her and from the get go he wants her gone. Gone from the college, gone from near him.
Russel is, well Russel. You will see.
Then e have this crazy story! I will be honest, the first few chapters there were some spots that I had a very, "for real?" type of attitude, but the story eventually got me hooked and I fell for it.
I binge read this series and am SO glad that I did. Absolute 5 star if you are a romance fan with a bit if paranormal and action thrown in. It kept me on my toes for sure.
My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me–my freshman year of college. I’d been hoping that once I’d arrived on Crestwood’s campus, the nightmare that I’ve been having would go away. It hasn’t.
I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I’m grounded…sane. I look for rational explanations to even the strangest circumstances. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he’s near, I feel an attraction to him–a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you’re thinking…that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would be…if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to Crestwood…or him. But get this, for some reason every time I turn around he’s there, barging into my life.
What is the secret that he’s keeping from me? I’m hoping that it’s anything but what I suspect: that he’s not exactly normal…and neither am I. So, maybe Crestwood won’t be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I’ve been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is…inescapable.