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I was destined for stardom.
From the age of seven, I was an all-star. Parent’s praised me, coaches worshipped me.
As I got older, girls begged for me. I was Beltline’s baseball God, guaranteed to put this small town on the map.
Then, after one night, that future vanished. The legend was laid to rest. I gave up my scholarship. I fled from Beltline.
I left behind the girl. Now, I’m back.
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ADDICTED2ROMANCE REVIEW:
I received an ARC from the author for an honest review.
I was also asked not to give any spoilers away or the whole plot of the book so here are my thoughts on this story. I am a fan of Michelle Lynn’s other books which is why I was honored to read this new Young Adult series book.
It stars 20 year old Crosby Lynch who has been attending junior college and is offered a full college education at Ridgemont college if he takes a 3rd base position on their baseball team. No brainer right? Well you’d be wrong you see Ridgemont is where Ella is.
She is Crosby’s high school girlfriend and 2 years ago something happened that changed everyones life (I am not spoiling what happened). So if Crosby goes to Ridgemont he will see Ella again and be on the same team as his ex best friend. And that’s all I am saying about this plot.
Despite what happened two years ago, this book was fun and really sweet and romantic. Ella is a total sweetheart and well Crosby is an amazing guy. If I was 20 again I would totally go for him. Crosby and Ella are very connected through family, thru friends and their small town. They have to learn either to move on together and to go their separate ways and it’s a very tough decision for both of them. Can love really mend hearts? Is love enough even if the worst happens? This book will answer those questions and get you thinking.
This story was really wonderful and I loved it. I cannot wait for the next Ridgemont couple.
EXCERPT
Jogging up
the stairs to the second floor, I sneak into the back row of the classroom. I
pull out my laptop and quickly catch up with the professor’s lecture. The guy a
couple seats down passes a syllabus over, and when I turn to thank him, I’m
reminded that nothing comes easy in my life.
“Is there a
reason you were holding my girlfriend’s hand?” Ella’s boyfriend whispers,
sliding into the open seat between us.
Well…shit.
“She won’t
be your girlfriend for long,” my cockiness answers for me. My arrogance is a
great intimidator that’s always worked in getting me what I want.
“Who are
you?”
As his beady
eyes try to daunt me, I get an up close look at him. I can see why El might
have fallen for him. He’s a safe bet. Probably riding the coattails of his
family’s money, paving his way with his arrogant little bitch frat brothers. It
only assures me of one thing. I don’t have to fight him for El. This guy wouldn’t
start a fight if I fucked her right in the middle of his bed. El is just a
trophy to him. He doesn’t love her like I do.
“I’m just an
old friend. We have a long history together.” I glance at him from the corner
of my eye, offering him a quick wink.
His knuckles
whiten as he clenches his pen. It couldn’t be more satisfying, knowing I’m
getting under his skin.
His annoyed
expression tells me that Ella hasn’t been so open about her life and her past.
This guy doesn’t have a shot.
“She’s
taken, so keep your hands to yourself.”
A few heads
flip around after his voice heightens.
Not needing
a professor to hate me on day one, I lean in closer to whisper in his ear, “I
can’t make any promises. It’s nothing personal, believe me, but technically,
she’s always been mine.” I ease back against my chair right as the professor’s
eyes catch mine.
Liam’s head
whips around, and I wait for him to ask me to take our discussion outside. But
he cowers, like I knew he would.
“Try to
steal her away from me, and see what happens,” he says.
“I’m not
going to have to try hard. Your time with her was over the moment she saw me.”
The
professor forcefully clears her throat, eyeing us. If we don’t end this
conversation soon, we’ll both be kicked out.
“Don’t be so
cocky, asshole. The fact that I don’t know anything about you, and the fact
that she’s never mentioned your name, show what she really thinks of you.”
“You
two”—the professor points, and a hundred pairs of eyes turn in our
direction—“since you’re so chatty, maybe you should be conducting the lecture
this morning?” She crosses her arms over her purple blouse and waits for our
answer.
“Sorry,
Professor Knight,” Douche Bag says.
“Sorry,” I
say.
She nods and
starts the lecture back up again, her eyes continuing to linger on us.
He slides
over to his original seat.
I strike my
earlier thought. I have no idea what El sees in this weak shithead.
I lean over
the now vacant chair, testing my luck one final time. “Don’t worry. I’ll be
around. We can continue this conversation soon.”
He scoffs me
off, shaking his head. His fingers start tapping on the keys of his laptop as
he accepts his defeat for this round.
AUTHOR BIO
Michelle
moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school
before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now
resides with her husband and two kids.
She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the
foundation for her passion to write.
With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one
of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t
reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom
on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around two kindergarteners
all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to
bed.
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