on July 18, 2017
Genres: Young Adult
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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.
Throwing her hat into the YA ring, Kylie Scott brings us a heart pounding story of pain, passion, and perseverance. In the wake of a tragedy that would break most, John and Edie connect on a deeper level in a way that only young love can express.
It always seams that YA brings the most pain and sorrow, yet I find myself drawn to them. Trust starts with a bang, literally. Edie’s junk food run cost her more than she ever imagined. In light of these tragic events Edie is uprooted to a new reality that now includes John, her convenience store savior. Edie’s heart won’t allow her to stay away. John soon releases that in order to move forward he must evolve into his best self. Together, their friendship grows into something they never expected to have, each other.
This story was touching and painfully realistic. I found myself relating to Edie on many levels. Writing a plus size character is like walking a fine line. It’s almost as if the weight becomes the third character, but for the most part Kylie got it right. There were points that dragged a little for me but over all, this was a well written story that kept me wanting more from these two. Note that this is completely different then Kylie’s rockstar and bar owners, but I think you will be pleasantly surprised at what Trust has to offer.
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. “What?”
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.