A few weeks ago, there was a party. Two girls and two guys spun the bottle and mine just happened to end on the one guy I love to hate, Sebastian Reel. After that night, he got beneath my sheets and under my skin. Until, it was time to graduate. We were both in a stall, waiting on the pregnancy test results. I closed my eyes hoping to see one line, but scared if I saw two.
I was getting ready to have wild parties and hook up with girls at college. Isn’t that every hot-blooded guy’s dream about college life? Not to be stuck at home cleaning diapers. I got every guy's fantasy of cherry picking, Kelly Foster. I got the prize. Now, she's pregnant. This leaves me with the booby prize. There’s an option, and she’ll have to take it. Otherwise, not only will one future be ruined, but two.
I like the idea, but too many things are brought up. The author tried telling Dwayne and Brenda's story too. I looks sloppy and feels rushed. Kelly and Seb's story is kind of thrown together. The writing is very bare bones not a lot of detail and it's missing the connection to the characters. I wanted to like it more than I did. Plus the editing errors drove me nuts.
The synopsis of this story sounded pretty good, and the story isn't... bad... necessarily. It's just that the writing is kind of juvenile without a lot of development. The characters jump right in and, before you know it, the characters are involved and the reader doesn't even know why. First, the main female character hates the main male character because of a minor trick he played on her, they play spin the bottle at a party, then sleep together. Boom! They're involved. Plot points are thrown in as you go along, like they're after-thoughts. Oh, and the main characters' parents are dating... This is just mentioned in passing after the spin-the-bottle-sleep-together.
I wanted to like this story, I really did. It had a lot of possibility. Unfortunately, as I was reading, I found myself thinking about the writing more than the story. My best to Foxy Tale and my advice? Write, write, write. The more you write, the better you'll get. I do love the cover...