Being young is all about the experiences: the first time you skip school, the first time you fall in love…the first time someone holds a gun to your head.
After being held hostage during a robbery at the local convenience store, seventeen year old Edie finds her attitude about life shattered. Unwilling to put up with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she enrolls at the local public high school, crossing paths with John. The boy who risked his life to save hers.
While Edie’s beginning to run wild, however, John’s just starting to settle down. After years of partying and dealing drugs with his older brother, he’s going straight—getting to class on time, and thinking about the future.
An unlikely bond grows between the two as John keeps Edie out of trouble and helps her broaden her horizons. But when he helps her out with another first—losing her virginity—their friendship gets complicated.
Meanwhile, Edie and John are pulled back into the dangerous world they narrowly escaped. They were lucky to survive the first time, but this time they have more to lose—each other.
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First of all, Kylie Scott is a genius. Everything I’ve read from her—New Adult stories—is standing ovation worthy. But when I first heard about this Young Adult book I got a bit worried.
I LOVE reading YA books and because I love them so much I feel like it is harder for me to find stories I actually enjoy and aren’t completely cliché-ish.
That said, my expectations were sky-high and I was worried TRUST wouldn’t reach those expectations.
But worry not! TRUST definitely left my expectations in the dust. It is a fanfreakingtastic book.
Edie is such a charming and relatable character. She jumps out of the pages like a figure in a pop-up book. She’s shy and a badass at the same time. She made me laugh several times throughout the book with her bluntness.
John is what my dreams are made of. He is on the serious and mysterious side. He is so protective of Edie and he is so incredibly brave. I swear his name even sounds all heroic and crap. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s John Cole.
I have a hate/love relationship with his poker face. It is the best darn poker face I’ve ever read. There were several moments in the book where I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on with him. I love me a mysterious man/boy but holy heck! The money I would pay to have a glimpse at John Cole’s point of view!
I loved watching both characters grow up throughout the book. The robbery changed their lives completely and it taught them a lot about life. Edie turned into a more reckless version of herself while John decided to leave trouble behind and clean his image. It was amazing watching—reading—how different people react to certain situations.
PSA: I don’t usually comment on a book’s cover but can we please take a moment to appreciate this book’s gorgeous cover? I get heart eyes every time I look at it. The model on the cover is the perfect representation of John. Long hair is my kryptonite. Sigh.
Kylie is an expert at making you feel as if you were living inside her stories. You’ll feel Edie’s fear deep in your bones as she’s held at gunpoint. You’ll feel your heart beat out of your chest every time John holds Edie’s face between his hands and leans down to kiss her. And you’ll definitely feel your heart drop when danger strikes their lives once again.
Everyone should give this book a try. Even if you’re not a fan of Young Adult books, I promise you’ll find yourself hanging on to every single word of this fun coming-of-age book.
TRUST doesn’t have any unnecessary drama, it is beyond exciting, unputdownable, contains a gorgeous long-haired man/boy with amazing cheekbones and a badass heroine with a great sense of style and humor. Plus, it is written by Kylie freaking Scott. What else can you ask for?!
“You were going to give it up to Duncan Dickerson?” he sneered. “Are you serious?”
I halted, staring at him. This was not good. “How do you know about that?”
“Anders overheard you and Hang talking.”
“Well?” he demanded, acting all authoritarian. Idiot.
“To be fair, I didn’t know his last name was Dickerson,” I said. “That’s unfortunate. Though, I wasn’t actually planning on marrying him, so . . .”
“You barely know the guy.”
“Um, yeah. None of your concern. We’re not talking about this.” How mortifying! My face burned bright. People should just gather around and cook s’mores. “I appreciate that we’re friends. You mean a lot to me. But this is going to have to fall under definitely none of your damn business, so go away please.”
“We’re talking about it.” He advanced a step.
“No we are not.” And I retreated.
“You were going to let a complete stranger touch you.” Advance.
Retreat. “People do it all the time. You do it all the time.”
“But you don’t,” he said, taking the final step, backing me up against the side of his car and getting all in my face. “Edie, this is your first time we’re talking about. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, and it’s going to be messy and painful and probably horribly embarrassing and I just want it over and done with.” I tried to meet his eyes but failed, settling for a spot on his right shoulder. “You’re not a girl; you wouldn’t understand. Also, last time I checked, you’re not the gatekeeper of my hymen, John Cole. So back the fuck off.”
He said nothing.
Deep, calming breaths. “Look, someday I’ll meet someone I really like and we’ll have a deep and meaningful relationship and go at it like bunnies. But I don’t want to be the dumb virgin in that scenario.”
He slowly shook his head.
“Also, I do not want to die a virgin.”
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hey, you and I both know death can occur at any time.”
“This is crazy.”
“I’m seeing a therapist!” I told his shoulder. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a little bit messed up these days. It’s hard for me to trust people. That’s not going to change anytime soon.”
He screwed up his face at me. “Wha—”
“I’m just trying to be practical.”
“Well, you’re being ridiculous. None of this makes sense.”
“It does to me.”
Again, he said nothing.
In fact, he said nothing for so long that I finally looked him in the eye. The anger had left him, replaced by an emotion I didn’t recognize. Worst of all, he still smelled like summer. A little sweat and the open night air, everything I loved. Liked. I meant liked.
“What?” I said, finally.
He let loose a breath. “I’ll do it.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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