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Tryst Six Venom Kindle Edition
CLAY
Marymount girls are good girls. We're chaste, we're untouched, and even if we weren't, no one would know, because we keep our mouths shut.
Not that I have anything to share anyway. I never let guys go too far. I'm behaved. Beautiful, smart, talented, popular, my skirt's always pressed, and I never have a hair out of place. I own the hallways, walking tall on Monday and dropping to my knees like the good Catholic girl I am on Sunday.
That's me. Always in control. Or so they think.
The truth is that it's easy for me to resist them, because what I truly want, they can never be. Something soft and smooth. Someone dangerous and wild.
Unfortunately, what I want I have to hide. In the locker room after hours. In the bathroom stall between classes. In the showers after practice. My head swimming. My hand up her skirt. For me, life is a web of secrets. No one can find out mine.
OLIVIA
I cross the tracks every day for one reason—to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I'm not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red.
Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won't fight back.
At least not until I get her alone and find out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes.
The princess thinks I'll scratch her itch. She thinks she's still pure as long as it's not a guy touching her.
I told her to stay on her side of town. I told her not to cross the tracks. But one night, she did.
And when I'm done with her, she'll never be pure again.
*TRYST SIX VENOM is a standalone, new adult romance suitable for readers 18+.
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateJune 3, 2021
- File size3752 KB
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From the Author
* Standalones
Misconduct
Punk 57
Birthday Girl
Credence
Tryst Six Venom
Five Brothers (2024)
* The Devil's Night Series
Corrupt
Hideaway
Kill Switch
Conclave
Nightfall
Fire Night
* The Fall Away Series
Bully
Until You
Rival
Falling Away
Aflame
Next to Never
Adrenaline
* The Hellbent Series
Falls Boys (available now)
Pirate Girls (available now)
Quiet Ones (TBD)
Night Thieves (TBD)
Parade Alley (TBD)
Fire Falls (TBD)
About the Author
Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into fourteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), available now.
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.
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Clay
Want to bet my mother is about to have a meltdown?
I'm sure it's after nine. She should be home, flushing out any calories she consumed today, and finishing up step five of her skincare regimen instead of waiting for me at the dress shop right now.
I'm so late.
Confetti flies in the air, and I reach down, grabbing three more rolled-up T-shirts out of the bucket as the parade float bounces and sways under us.
"More shirts!" I yell over to Krisjen to restock.
The crowd cheers on both sides of the street, and I jump down off the step, stopping at the edge as I hold my hand to my ear.
Come on. Let me hear it!
"Ah!" little girls scream.
"Hi, Clay!" tiny six-year-old Manda Cabot squeals at me like I'm a Disney princess. "Hi!"
She waves at me as her twin sister, Stella, holds up her hands, ready to catch.
A comfortable breeze blows through the palms lining Augustine Avenue, grazing my bare legs in my jean shorts as the potted pink lantanas hang on the street lamps lining the road and fill the air with their scent.
Just your typical balmy Florida winter evening.
"We want a shirt!" Stella cries.
I shoot my arm up in the air, my white T-shirt with the word BIG shining in bold silver letters.
I smile, shouting, "You wanna be a Little?"
"Yeah!" they cry out.
"Then I need to hear it!" I move my feet, doing a little dance move. "Omega Chi Kappa! Come on!"
"Omega Chi Kappa!" they shout. "Omega Chi Kappa!"
"I can't hear you!"
"Omega Chi Kappa!" they scream so loud their baby teeth damn near shake.
Oh my God. So adorbs. I hope I have daughters.
I throw them both an underhand toss and resume dancing to the music as the truck pulls us at a crawl, our float in the middle of a long line of floats, all celebrating the annual Founder's Day.
"See you in a few years!" I tell them. "Be good and study!"
"Yeah, we only take the best!" Amy Chandler shouts next to me.
Followed by Krisjen's chirp at my other side, "Be best!"
I snort, turning around to grab some more shirts. Balloons dance in the air along the sidewalks, and I toss some more bundles, the tingles in my head helping me play my part as I dance our choreographed little number in sync with Krisjen to "Swish Swish."
The rest of our girls walk in front of or alongside the float, dancing along with us in the street, and every eye on us makes the hair on my arms rise. The attention always feels good. Rolling my hips, arching my back, and shaking my body, I know one thing for sure. I'm good at this.
Our sorority is the biggest in any high school in the state, and while it's service- and academic-based, because that's what gets us into college, we're popular for other reasons. We look good doing what we do.
Whether it's washing cars to raise money for cat saliva research, hosting the football team's annual pancake breakfast, or helping clean Angelica Hearst's house and do her laundry because she just had baby number four from daddy number four and she's overwhelmed-bless her heart-we get it done Instagram-style.
Krisjen and I falter in our steps, laughing as we grab some more shirts and toss them to our future little sisters out there in the crowd.
"You see how drunk they are?" Krisjen says under her breath.
I follow her gaze, seeing her boyfriend, Milo Price, smiley and sweaty in his backward baseball cap and flushed cheeks, which is his tell that he'd had beer tonight.
Callum Ames stands next to him, grinning with his arms folded over his chest, watching me like something that's already his.
Maybe. I'll look good on his arm at the debutante ball, nevertheless.
I swipe my water bottle out from underneath the papier-mâché clown fish and take a swig, the burn already intoxicating as it courses down my throat. Just the taste eases my nerves.
"I'm going to kill him," Krisjen gripes.
"Wait until after the ball," I tell her. "You need a date."
Taking the bottle out of my hands, she throws back a swallow as I grab her shirts and toss them to waiting hands.
Music and laughter surround us, and the confetti gun shoots another bomb into the air-blue, pink, silver, and gold-fluttering like snow.
"God, that stuff is good." She hands me the bottle back. "Goes down like water."
"As long as you don't drink sixty-four ounces of this a day, got it?" I down another swallow and cap my new favorite brand of vodka, disguised in my Evian bottle.
She scrunches up her face in a smile, her apple cheeks perfect and her long chestnut hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. "What would I do without you?"
I chuckle. "The only thing any of us need is a little love"-I lean in, whispering-"from the right bottle."
She laughs, and we both hop down from the float, leaving Amy to handle it, while we join the girls in the last chorus of the dance.
My head floats a few feet above my neck, the "help" we just drank giving me just the right buzz that I'd sweat off in twenty minutes, but enough to put a spring in my step.
I'm so late. This parade is taking so much longer than I'd hoped, and Lavinia's will close soon. I dance faster as if that'll speed up the vehicles in front of us.
Callum and Milo follow, Callum's dark blond hair blowing in the breeze as I step and tease him with my eyes. Little girls cheer us on, looking up at me like I'm something special, while a couple guys hover close together, staring at me and whispering between them.
I move in ways our facilitator will certainly hear about on Monday, but I don't care. I rub in their face something they'll never get.
Because even at twelve, strutting down a pageant stage in a bikini, I knew what my power was. There's never been any confusion.
"We love you, Clay!" some of my classmates scream as I lead the group and finish the dance.
I close my eyes, soaking up all the phone cameras recording us and the pictures of Clay Collins that would survive long after I'm gone. Images that will show who I am far louder than I can ever say in words.
Homecoming queen.
Prom queen.
Omega Chi sweetheart, and something nice to look at.
That's me.
I open my eyes, immediately seeing myself in the window of a parked car at the curb. I bring up my hand, pushing the lock of blond hair back in place.
We all have to be something, I guess.
Are you sure you have to go?” Krisjen says from the back seat of Callum’s Mustang. “Have you even slept the past twenty-four hours?”
I climb out of the passenger side seat and shoot her a look as Milo sits next to her, hanging his arm around her.
I slept last night. Minus a couple hours to finish readying the float.
I close the door and lean on the convertible, meeting Callum's blue eyes as he sits in the driver's seat. "Get her home safe?" I ask.
God knows, Milo's too dumb to do it.
"Maybe," he taunts.
"Then maybe I'll think about letting you take me to the lighthouse party." I swing my bag over my shoulder and dig inside, pulling out a wipe to clean the sparkly Greek letters off my cheeks.
He sits there, that confident gleam in his eyes like everyone wants to be near him, and he'll wait for me to realize that.
"Come here," he says.
Slowly, I lean in, giving him ninety, so he only has to give me ten and still look like the man. He kisses me, coming in again and again, his wet tongue grazing my bottom lip before he pulls back.
Holding back so I'll beg for more.
"You were amazing tonight, babe," Milo slurs, squeezing Krisjen. "You both were."
I hold Callum's eyes as I stand upright again. "Thank you for coming."
"I think they liked it," he says. "You dancing for me."
Yeah, okay. I smile, backing away toward the dress shop.
He shifts the car into gear, takes off, and I spin around, wiping off my mouth.
I hate kissing. Wet and slobbery tongue like a damn slug flopping around my mouth.
I pull open the door to Lavinia's on the Avenue and stroll in, tossing the wipe out on the sidewalk behind me.
The streets of St. Carmen still buzz with foot traffic, cafés, and local hot spots swarming with people enjoying a quiet night with friends alfresco. The parade ended more than an hour ago, and even though it took us that long to get our gear cleaned up and Amy's father to get the float clear of the gridlock, I'm still not done for the day.
I walk into the boutique, gowns displayed on mannequins as I cross the white carpet and pass the reception desk, my mother sitting in the lounge area.
She spots me. "Talk tomorrow," she says into her phone.
"I'm here now," I tell her, knowing she's going to whine.
"I've been waiting over an hour." She rises from the white-cushioned, high-back chair and sticks her phone into her handbag. "Call next time."
I chuckle under my breath as I keep walking and she follows. "Like I can control how fast the parade moves," I mumble.
Her chunky gold-and-pearl bracelet jingles as she enters the dressing area behind me, and I set my bag down next to the chair near the floor-length mirrors. I glance at her in the reflection, noticing my gold necklace draped across her tanned chest, visible in her flowing, deep V-neck blouse.
Coiffed golden hair, perfectly tailored black slacks that hug her three-spinning-classes-a-week ass, and squeaky clean, right down to her trimmed cuticles. My mother's body hasn't seen a carb other than champagne in at least twelve years. Pretty sure it's in cryo-freeze at this point, simply relying on eggs and hair spray to animate.
In ten minutes, I'm on the riser in front of the mirror and wearing the debutante gown my mother had designed for me.
"Oh, Lavinia," she says, holding her hands to her cheeks as she circles me. "You've outdone yourself. It's exquisite. I love it. The detail . . ."
I look away from my image in the mirror, clenching my jaw as hard as I can to contain myself.
My mother rushes up to me as the older lady remains back, taking in her work and looking for any final fixes.
"Clay?" my mom urges me. "What do you think?"
I look down at her, struggling to keep my emotions from bubbling up my throat. I fold my lips between my teeth, about to burst. She doesn't care what I think. She wants me to lie.
"It's, um . . ." I choke on the words, a snort escaping. "It's so beautiful. I'm speechless."
And I can't do it anymore. Laughter pours out of me as I take in the big, fat hoopskirt monstrosity in the mirror that makes me look like Scarlett fucking O'Hara, complete with puffed sleeves and some dumbass ruffle around the waist. I'm tempted to look for the stains of Lavinia's tears of laughter all over the dress as she sewed this bullshit.
I hunch over, my stomach tight as I try to rein it in.
My mother glares at me.
"I'm sorry," I gasp, fanning myself. "My emotions are running wild. I've waited so long for this." I plant my hand to my heart, recovering. "Lavinia, can you bring me some gloves and a pearl necklace? I need the whole picture. I'm so excited. Thank you."
The corners of her eyes crinkle with a tight smile, but she nods, quickly leaving the room to fetch the accessories.
It's not technically her fault. My mother approved the design.
The two of us alone, my mother steps up on the riser in front of me and twists the bodice, jerking it until it's straight.
"I thought for sure I'd look like a cupcake," I tell her, trying to catch her eyes. "Now, I almost wish I could say that I looked like a cupcake. You know that white stuff that spills out of a heroin addict's mouth when they're overdosing? That's what I look like."
She meets my eyes, her blue slightly paler than mine as she continues to yank at the dress. "You chose your homecoming gown," she points out. "And you'll choose your prom dress. The debutante ball is mine."
I knew I should've gotten this over with two years ago when she wanted me to.
My body jerks as she situates the dress on me, and I stare over her shoulder and into the mirror. The back of her blond head can easily be me in twenty years.
"You won't be able to tell me from everyone else," I say, coming as close as I can to begging her.
Every other debutante will be wearing white, and while the fabric is rather pretty on mine-lacy with pearl accents-the design is embarrassing. All the debutante dresses reek of Stepford.
"That's kind of the point," my mom says. "Tradition. Solidarity. Community. Unity. You're coming out as a member of society, and a society functions on standards." She smooths her hands down the fabric, pressing out any wrinkles. "You need to learn that rocking the boat puts everyone onboard in danger."
But that's what boats are built for.
I sigh, not sure why I decided to let her have this one. I get my way because my mother picks her battles, and any battle with me that lasts more than three minutes is too much effort.
I could fight her on it. Maybe I still will.
"Do you need a Valium or something?" she asks.
I laugh under my breath and look away. Gigi Collins, everyone. Chairwoman, socialite, and school board president.
She puffs my sleeves, and then presses a hand to my stomach. "Hmm."
"What?"
She purses her lips and walks around me, inspecting. "I was going to have her take it down to a four, but a six is already a squeeze, isn't it?"
Heat spreads down my skin, and I clench my jaw.
Her phone rings from her bag on the chair, and she heads for it, waving me off. "We'll leave it, I guess."
Picking up her bag, she digs out her phone and answers it, walking past me and leaving the room.
I rub my eyes, listening to her chatter out in the waiting area about whether or not we should have a crêpe station for my school's Easter brunch in two months.
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- Publication date : June 3, 2021
- Language : English
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- Print length : 589 pages
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Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Their books have been translated into twenty languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, Birthday Girl, Credence, and Tryst Six Venom. Please look for The Hellbent Series, in the works now!
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Only Douglas, as others have said before me, could get me to fully enjoy a true F/F romance. I have no outward craving for that kind of love story but this book became so much more than that. It's the ongoing battle between the haves and have nots and the temptation to cross those tracks into a world that is both foreign and unsure. And that goes for both Clay as the ruling princess of her tony high school and for Liv, as the misunderstood lacrosse superstar when the want for the other finally comes to light and threatens everything they have each come to know. The rivalries are fierce in this small town in Florida and the heat that is on a constant simmer is not just because of the weather. The secrets are immense and Liv and her brothers clearly have their pulse on the true nature of their very much divided community and it's a race against time as to when those might come to light or if they will be chips in the constant world of negotiation with those who forever seek revenge.
The true thread between Liv and Clay is the loneliness they each feel no matter their status in life. Showing that once again, money and popularity do not necessarily provide the comfort you seek in matters of the heart. Their battles are epic as the hate begins to morph into a desperate need for one another, both realizing they have never been able to ignore the other no matter the circumstance. Talk about enemies to more. Liv and Clay wrote the book! But their passion, once unleashed, is a thing of beauty and the emotions running through both of them provide for one very unexpected and uncertain journey.
This lengthy story is filled with extremely memorable characters, whether or not they were likable or not. They showcased the vast differences and the surprising similarities between them as they all maneuver through a very trying year. Liv's brothers are stand-outs each and every time they are on the page and I can only hope we get more of their lives of hardship and pain since they all have stories to tell. Clay for as much as I loathed her through a good part of this book, showed extreme courage in finding the guts to live the life she truly wanted, showing that in spite of her wealth, she had it in her to ultimately do the right thing. And that includes making sure Liv is hers and hers alone.
I will add that the sex scenes were erotic and made my heart beat much faster than I could have ever predicted. The chemistry is off the charts incredible and their banter goes from touching to rough in a NY minute and it simply works. For both of them. The shyness each portrays when they are so unsure of what the other might be wanting or thinking was sweet. And trust me, there is not much of that when it comes to this author and her well-crafted storylines, so to say I enjoyed and appreciated those fleeting moments gladly is an understatement.
All in all, this book came as a complete surprise to me as I went in blind and despite my early misgivings, am beyond happy I continued on. Liv and Clay fought hard for what they wanted and when the dust finally settled after all the collisions of their hearts and souls that left them a bit battered and torn, finding your person is all that truly matters. The rest is just noise.
Happy to have taken the chance with this author once again, I am thrilled to give Tryst Six Venom a huge 5+ stars.
𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: Tryst Six Venom
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿: Penelope Douglas
𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: ☆☆☆☆ 4/5
Let’s start out with the fact that this my first 18+ F/F romance and I really liked it! The beginning was a bit slow for me and it took me some time to connect to the characters. Bully romances can be a hit or miss with me. And this one was a bit in between, there where things I loved about the bully aspect, but it could be pretty harsh at times and sometimes that just is not for me. If you like a harsh and intense bully romance, you’ll probably absolutely LOVE LOVE this book. I think that one of the strong parts of this book was the connection between the main characters. They have this amazing push and pull… and from the start it is just fireworks! It also takes some time before these characters really give into each other, but once they do…. Amazing! I liked the fact that the characters are complex and very layered, it made the book even more interesting. The writing was really good as well. Do be aware because this book mentions some serious topics and was a bit violent at times. I think this book is perfect for those who are looking for an intense enemies to lovers bully F/F romance!
Ok, this is my second read / listen. I am still at a loss on how to put into words all the feelings... Please bear with me on this one.
So, we've got a rich, "straight", popular socialite with internalized homophobia, who bullies the gay girl from the wrong side of the tracks. That's what most see. But this is SO much more.
I am not going to sugarcoat it, Clay is downright obnoxious for a good majority of the book. She is dealing with a lot of issues; namely, the loss of a little brother which has splintered her family. Dad is never around and she feels like she's constantly under the weight of her mother's (and Grandmother's) expectations of her to be the perfect daughter/woman for society and to preserve their public image. More importantly, she is struggling with self-acceptance and her carnal desire for Liv, so she takes out her frustration, anger, and confusion on the one person she wants around more than anything. She's a bully to Olivia, and easy to hate at a glance. But from the get-go, you can tell that there is something between them that only they can sense, even if they can't name or admit it.
Now don't be fooled into thinking that Liv is some kind of saint. Yes, her home life with her brothers is a hell of a lot better and more supportive (though maybe a little more criminal and generally rowdy.) She knows who she is and is at peace with her sexuality. Liv gives just as good as she gets when it comes to Clay, and she never backs down.
You might think some bullying and inequality would be hard no's for Olivia Jeager. You might wonder, "What in the world would make Liv want Clay Collins???"
Well, for one thing, they may be unequal in society, but they are equal in the ways that really matter: Willpower, strength, determination, self-confidence, intelligence, ruthlessness, etc.
And for another thing... Olivia admits in the book that she loves em' like that.
"I can't help it. I like crazy. She can be fire or ice, I don't care. I just need her to be one of them. And even better if she's both." - Olivia Jaeger, Tryst Six Venom
They are both broken. Both are vicious— mentally and physically. But they crave each other on a whole other level. Their intensity generates a strong current of emotions that the reader gets swept up in around chapter 7. And you get dragged along, realizing with each chapter that Clay and Liv really were made to complete each other.
These two are ... Argh, everything and then some!
The possessiveness - touch-her-and-die vibes, and obsession for each other, along with their secret hookups are explosive. The angst, the raw emotions, depth, and all-consuming hate-love that crosses all boundaries... It all just hits so hard that you will find yourself drowning in feelings right along with them. This is where I think some struggle, it is a powerful story and that can be overwhelming. And at first, some of the bullying in the first 6 chapters can be a deterrent but don't let it be! The bullying and hate speech are only powerful because it's just their longing for each other masked and redirected in the worst way possible. ...
If that makes any sense.
Sigh, They are just perfectly imperfect for each other.
Ok, I have had to remove so much because I was getting all swoony over here and making no real point besides I love this book lol, so let's wrap it up with a little warning.
TSV is not for everyone, and that is totally ok. If you are after a super sweet romance where they woo each other with sweet nothings, this is definitely not for you.
This book, like all PD’s books, does not hold back or brush over some disturbing moments, not even for a second, if anything, it leans into them unapologetic.
I can not stress this enough, Know your triggers! You and you alone are responsible for them so make sure to check all CW/Triggers before diving into this book.
CW / Triggers:
Abuse (Psychical / Emotional / Mental / Sexual)
Bullying (Extreme / Psychical / Emotional / Mental)
Body Shaming
Eating Disorder
Homophobia (Including Internalized)
Suicide (off-page, not related to the MCs)
Violence (Psychical / Mental / Sexual)
Sexual Assault
Death (off-page - Parent / Sibling)
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Gracia por este libro. El mejor❤️
I would have like a different ending though, because the author takes away her chance of writing a sequel to the story. It would have been nice to know how the two girls bridged a four years gap.
Overall it's an amazing book that can only be strongly recommended.
TW: Suicide, sexual assault,
Tryst Six Venom is Penelope Douglas’ very first F/F romance and I have been DYING to get my hands on it ever since she announced it. I had super HIGH expectations,as there is a lack of good NA F/F books and I devoured this! I absolutely loved this book with my whole soul!
High school bully romance, enemies to lovers, female x female romance, all of these tropes are my favourites!
Clay Collins is a bully that you can’t help but love, she’s fierce, bold and angry. She was the perfect type of female bully, her words could definitely cut deep. A spoiled beautiful rich girl that seems to have it all, but I’m reality there is so much more to her. I really loved her character development.
Olivia Jaeher the girl from the wrong side of the track, she is so strong with a bit of a wild side. She is the outcast at school, the loner with no friends, all because she likes girls.
“I live for her, an enemy I never wanted to defeat. A fight I never wanted to end.”
I really enjoyed there chemistry! All there interactions were intense and complex. Of course because this is NA there are some steamy scenes. This entire book was so well done!
Reviewed in Canada on June 16, 2021
TW: Suicide, sexual assault,
Tryst Six Venom is Penelope Douglas’ very first F/F romance and I have been DYING to get my hands on it ever since she announced it. I had super HIGH expectations,as there is a lack of good NA F/F books and I devoured this! I absolutely loved this book with my whole soul!
High school bully romance, enemies to lovers, female x female romance, all of these tropes are my favourites!
Clay Collins is a bully that you can’t help but love, she’s fierce, bold and angry. She was the perfect type of female bully, her words could definitely cut deep. A spoiled beautiful rich girl that seems to have it all, but I’m reality there is so much more to her. I really loved her character development.
Olivia Jaeher the girl from the wrong side of the track, she is so strong with a bit of a wild side. She is the outcast at school, the loner with no friends, all because she likes girls.
“I live for her, an enemy I never wanted to defeat. A fight I never wanted to end.”
I really enjoyed there chemistry! All there interactions were intense and complex. Of course because this is NA there are some steamy scenes. This entire book was so well done!
Esse é o primeiro livro FF e eu nunca pensei que fosse amar tanto como amo livros MM ou MMF, mas essa é a magia de um livro bem escrito, e esse livro é um dos melhores que eu já li, a Pen se superou em todos os níveis, que livro sensível, a história principal, os personagens secundários que te da vontade de conhecer mais, de saber suas histórias, é impressionante como a Pen deixa a gente com esse gosto de quero mais, Liv tem 5 irmãos e eu já quero um livro pra cada 1 porque eles são apaixonantes em um nível estratosférico.
Clay é a típica garota popular que tem como alvo para o seu bullying diário Liv, sua companheira de time e sua obsessão pelos últimos quatro anos.
Clay vem de uma família rica, mas destruída pelo sofrimento da perda do seu irmão mais novo.
Liv perdeu os pais ainda na adolescência e é criada pelo irmão mais velho, sendo a irmã mais nova de seis e única mulher, descendentes de nativos americanos eles vivem nas terras dos seus ancestrais, no final de seu último ano, tudo que Liv quer é sobreviver ao bullying e seguir o seu caminho para universidade dos seus sonhos.
Uma noite Clay se aventura do outro lado e tudo muda
“Ela pensa que ainda é pura, desde que não seja um garoto tocando-a.
Eu disse a ela para ficar do lado dela da cidade. Eu disse a ela para não cruzar os trilhos.
Mas uma noite, ela fez. E quando eu terminar com ela, ela nunca será pura novamente.”
Reviewed in Brazil on June 5, 2021
Esse é o primeiro livro FF e eu nunca pensei que fosse amar tanto como amo livros MM ou MMF, mas essa é a magia de um livro bem escrito, e esse livro é um dos melhores que eu já li, a Pen se superou em todos os níveis, que livro sensível, a história principal, os personagens secundários que te da vontade de conhecer mais, de saber suas histórias, é impressionante como a Pen deixa a gente com esse gosto de quero mais, Liv tem 5 irmãos e eu já quero um livro pra cada 1 porque eles são apaixonantes em um nível estratosférico.
Clay é a típica garota popular que tem como alvo para o seu bullying diário Liv, sua companheira de time e sua obsessão pelos últimos quatro anos.
Clay vem de uma família rica, mas destruída pelo sofrimento da perda do seu irmão mais novo.
Liv perdeu os pais ainda na adolescência e é criada pelo irmão mais velho, sendo a irmã mais nova de seis e única mulher, descendentes de nativos americanos eles vivem nas terras dos seus ancestrais, no final de seu último ano, tudo que Liv quer é sobreviver ao bullying e seguir o seu caminho para universidade dos seus sonhos.
Uma noite Clay se aventura do outro lado e tudo muda
“Ela pensa que ainda é pura, desde que não seja um garoto tocando-a.
Eu disse a ela para ficar do lado dela da cidade. Eu disse a ela para não cruzar os trilhos.
Mas uma noite, ela fez. E quando eu terminar com ela, ela nunca será pura novamente.”
J'appréhendais les scènes d'harcèlement scolaire et moral, beaucoup d'avis disaient que c'était difficile à lire, et honnêtement je m'attendais à bien pire que ce que j'ai lu. J'ai adoré la relation entre Clay et LIv, des personnages complexes, brisés qui deviennent vraiment attachant au fil de l'histoire.
Une belle relation & une belle fin. J'ai passé un bon moment en lisant ce livre... je le recommande vivement !