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331 pages, Paperback
First published March 4, 2014
“What are you?” he whispered into her strawberry-scented curls. Damn. He breathed in deeply. He could inhale that smell all night. His body reacted to it like cats to catnip.E...E...Edward?! Is that you?!

"Mr. Rock-Star-National-Geographic"Let me ask you, is your man model material?
“It seems young Dillan has also been part of several, and I mean several, ad campaigns for designers like Calvin Klein and Armani, to name two."Is he so good that---fuck auditions---Hollywood begs for him?
"He was once approached to star in a movie."Has your man ever dated starlets?
"He’s even rumored to have dated every young Hollywood starlet and emerging singer you can name."Has your man ever been dated Taylor Swift or been the inspiration for her songs?
"You know that Taylor Swift song—”Are your man's parents famous archeologists who discovered Atlantis?
“The one about the guy who dumped her?” Kyle asked.
“Dillan’s also the son of the legendary duo of archeologists: Dr. Jarvis Sloan and Dr. Lillian Sloan.”Has your man ever discovered a lost civilization?
“You mean the two who proved Atlantis is really in South America and not in Spain?"
“As I was saying,” she continued. “Rumor has it Dillan was responsible for unearthing a lost civilization in the Amazon.”Does your man sit in a beam of sunlight while reciting Frost's poetry...
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” He sighed like he tasted the meaning behind the words....to a cat?
The cat on his lap purred. “You like Frost, huh?” He glanced at the contented feline. “I know. The man can rhyme.”Let's not lie. Your man probably never notices that you got a haircut, right? Not Dillan. Dillan would never miss anything about your appearance. Why, it's like he's practically a girl in his obscenely detailed observational skills!
...her nose scrunched up and the tops of her cheeks tinted pink. She clutched the handle of the feather duster so hard its feathers quivered. Her lips contorted.If you had colored eyes, your man would probably say your eyes are simply...blue. Not Dillan. Never Dillan. Eyes are not simply blue. They're aquamarine. Aqua eyes that look into his soul.
Those unique aquamarine eyes he could stare into all day. They reflected her heart and soul. And her blushes that stopped his heart every time.

He shifted moods from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. I was beginning to see that he said mean and snarky things as a defense mechanism.Yes, "It's just my defense mechanism," the magic phrase of every fucking douchebag who ever lived. And hey, it works. Thank god for dumb YA heroines.
An entire succubus population in one school? They made him feel like fresh meat ready for the taking.Every single girl--and cougar---wants to bang him.
“I’d like a piece of him,” he heard the woman say. He tried not to cringe. Or run. Cougars were known to give chase.Every girl loves him, that is---everyone but Selena Fallon. From the moment they meet, sparks fly. Literally.
The second we touched, a spark zinged up my arm.And they keep flying. The sparks never stop. Electric currents rush through the air. Despite the electricity between them, and despite their overwhelming internal attraction to one another, Dillan and Serena fight like cats and dogs.
“Ye-aw!” I jumped out of my seat. All eyes in the room immediately focused on me.
He smirked. “What happened to compromise? You know the meaning of that word, don’t you? Or should I get a dictionary?”And then for some fucking reason, within 30 minutes of that happening, they just kind of fell into each other's arms.
I let out a keening growl and threw the tub of glue at him without thinking twice about it. The jerk had it coming.
His arms tightened around me. I sighed at his body heat against mine. It felt like a blanket on a rainy day—comforting and safe. Nothing like the arrogant Dillan I knew.Well, that escalated quickly.
“No.” A hint of pleading crept into his tone. “Not yet. Don’t move yet.”
“I need to suck out the poison.”Nothing happens in this book but a few half-hearted moments of frights and a fight or two. There is no plot. The plot is the romance.
Ignoring his continued protests, she bent over him and sucked at the wound she’d created.
The utter menace in Garret’s expression made him look like a man who knew people who specialized in making annoyances disappear, no questions asked.Well, alrighty then.
“Il-lu-me-na-ri. My family...we protect people. Simply, we are what stand between you and chaos. Humans aren’t the only race in this world. Many of those we protect you from still consider you as food. In the Illumenari we call them Supernaturals. Basically everything that goes bump in the night."...and that's it. THAT'S IT? Generic much?! Basically we have a secret society protecting us from the things that go bump in the night. There is nothing beyond that. There is absolutely no world building. Oh, let's just throw a fucking lion-headed Manticore in this book because WHY THE FUCK NOT?
"He was a love sick puppy with nothing but you on his mind. It was sickening to hear him talk about you all the time. Just ask any of his teammates."Dillan can't stop thinking about her. He only acts like an asshole because he likes her.
She baffled the hell out of him. Selena Fallon. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the electricity their contact created.And make no mistake.
I was gangly and awkward—coppery curls that broke brushes, a complexion like I’d never heard of the sun, and long limbs meant for banging into things.While everyone else knows she is beautiful.
She wrinkled her nose. “The freckles are still there.”Serena the Stupid: So many times, Serena finds herself in a dangerous situation in which her instincts tell her to just fucking RUN AWAY. She doesn't listen.
“No, no, no, no! They’re a feature that brings out the sea in your eyes! You’re beautiful.”
Another thump.She seriously is fucking dumb. Do you know what happens to cowards who run away? They live. Serena? No, better to fight off a mob of zombies on her own. With a stick.
This would be the point where the audience would scream at me to run back to the house. But, like in horror movies, the heroine—i.e. me...moved to investigate.
What could be going on in that brain of hers to challenge a group of undead with a stick?

“Rainer!” He moved further into the house, not having the patience for his uncle’s mind games. “You dick, I know you’re home.”He thinks school is an insult to his intelligence, to which I respond: what intelligence? Dillon spends his days at school playing cat-and-mouse with Serena, stalking her, calling her names. The girl doesn't do anything, and all of a sudden he appears and taunts her.
“You’re trouble, and I don’t do trouble.” He opened the book again and continued reading like I’d been dismissed. Well, his highness had another thing coming.Their love/hate relationship makes up half the book, only to be replaced by lovesick mooning and embraces in the second half.
“What?” Her words didn’t sink in fast enough. He was too distracted by the way the setting sun brought out golden highlights in her copper curls.The Romance: It's pretty much the entire fucking book, in case I haven't made myself clear. And if that's not enough, there's hypocrisy. Apparently, when another girl falls for Dillan, it's a trap.
I whispered my disappointment at how Constance let herself fall into Dillan’s trap.But it's just totally fucking fine for Serena to fall in love with him. Fucking wonderful.

* "His eyes, the colour of black coffee..." So... black?
* "The teachers ignored the collective gasp when a tall boy walked in..." ... "Scowling at her blatant objectification, he said through gritted teeth..." ... "But the girls. Jesus. An entire succubus population in one school? They made him feel like fresh meat ready for the taking." ... "The woman let out a hum of appreciation. Dillan's stomach dropped. Jesus. Did all women in Newcastle hunt?"
* "aquamarine... who the hell has aqua eyes anyway?" Young adult protagonists.
* "Below the OPEN sign, a white bond paper was taped. It read: 'Help Wanted. Inquire Inside.' Of coures the newly opened bookstore would need some sort of help. How Penny knew this place needed help was like magic." I... is this sarcasm? I genuinely cannot tell.
* "Your freckles are clouding your judgment."
* "This would be the point where the audience would scream at me to run back to the house. But, like in horror movies, the heroine — i.e. me — moved to investigate."
* "I sidestepped and raised the stick above my head, yelling 'Yah.'"
* "He rolled his eyes at that. Humans and their fixation on Hollywood monsters. 'There's no such thing as zombies.'" I BEG TO FUCKIN DIFFER YOU JUST KILLED HALF A DOZEN OF THEM AND GIVING THEM ANOTHER DUMBER NAME DOESN'T MAKE THEM NOT ZOMBIES. Also, Our Monsters Are Different!
* "Only those with Illumenari blood could touch Illumenari weapons." Well those are probably very ineffective weapons then.
* The entire scene where he reads the most cliche Robert Frost poem in the world to a cat out loud in a library for like no reason.
* "If you keep it in your pants long enough to let me explain, you will understand." — ok it's hard to understand why this is dumb without context but basically I don't think 'keep it in your pants' means what this author thinks it means.
* "She scowled. He liked it when she scowled. [...] She was too cute when pissed." Ah yes, female anger portrayed as ADORABLE because it's non-threatening because WOMEN ARE SO WEAK AND FRAGILE HEE HEE.
* "I need to suck out the poison." NO YOU DO NOT BECAUSE THAT DOESN'T WORK AND ONLY MAKES IT WORSE. 'Sucking out the poison' only SEEMS to help victims of snake bites because most victims of snake bites recover on their own anyway. The bacteria in your mouth will potentially give them a nasty infection, or you're going to transfer the poison TO YOU or otherwise aggravate the wound and the poison by sucking on the flesh around it.
* "Who knew blue eyes could have so many shades?" Young adult authors.
* "Dillan didn't just kiss. He slow danced."
* "After hours of listening to Dillan and Mr. Sloan bicker about why two seemingly unrelated supernatural creatures stalked me and how I should stay home for the next couple of days..." Good idea. Don't bother writing out useful and potentially interesting information. Just skip it and get right back to the boring stuff.
* "'Why are you doing this?' 'The Maestro wants you.' 'What about the dogs?' 'A diversion...'"
FINE. COOL. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT'S THE ONLY PART OF THE ~MYSTERY~ I FOUND VAGUELY INTERESTING AT ALL. MAKE IT TOTALLY POINTLESS. SURE.
* "Dillan gulped a lungful of air, closely followed by coughing that sucked balls." Sucking balls is maybe not the activity you want to use metaphorically after talking all about your character doing other things with their mouth.
* "Ironic really. The night he'd be facing down hordes of puppets would be the brightest night of the year." Ugh.
