We’re beautiful even when we let these scars show… Danny ‘Madman’ Maddox isn’t supposed to make Skylar Haze’s heart beat out of rhythm. At least not anymore. She hasn’t seen that boyish face, always covered in a five o’clock shadow, … Continue reading
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Overall Rating 4.5 Stars
-Book Description: 2.5
-Simile Use: (little to none)
-Description: 4.5 (well-balanced)
The cover of The Breakup Support Group and my experience with other novels by Cheyanne Young were the reason I decided to pick up this book. I must say that the description just wasn’t too my liking, it was far too long. In my opinion, descriptions shouldn’t be more than one to two paragraphs long. They should be short and sweet and pull you in quickly so you know if you have to buy the novel. Lengthy book description aside, this book delivers heartbreak, healing and growing up at a realistic Upper Young Adult level. Even in my mid-twenties, I could relate to some of the things Isla went through– from changing schools and your friends deciding you’re not worth the time, to trying to fit in at that new – huge school. I went through those things myself, and Young captured the emotions that go along with that. She also captured the emotions of an intense breakup and gave great diversity to her characters. Emory was that guy you love to hate — but you know there has to be something deeper to what’s going on — and there is! It was great to see both Emory and Isla mature throughout the novel and then finally admit how they feel and the reasons why. Overall, a swoony young adult read with the perfect balance of romance, laughter, and well-balanced description. Another great novel from Cheyanne Young!
Danny ‘Madman’ Maddox isn’t supposed to make Skylar Haze’s heart beat out of rhythm.
At least not anymore.
She hasn’t seen that boyish face, always covered in a five o’clock shadow, dimpled smile and teasing hazel eyes since the day he left to go on tour with her brother Joey’s band. Now with a major record label backing them the band is in need of a bit of help, and when Joey asks Skylar to be the band’s photographer, she can’t help but say yes.
Of course, Joey doesn’t know about that forbidden kiss.
The one Skylar hopes Danny’s forgotten.
But can she?
One smile and she finds herself slipping again.
But he’s the drummer, and he’s beaten her heart before.
And she won’t let it happen again.
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“Lark!” Zack says as he comes in the back door of my bedroom. He sweeps me into his arms and spins me around the room before putting me on the ground. “You’re all grown-up!”
I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him. “And I still hate it when you call me Lark.”
He pouts, and I can’t stay mad at him. He’s foolishly good looking in his band t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and beanie. It covers his dapper haircut that has a streak of chemical white-blond he dyes a different color to suit his mood. I pull the beanie off his head, and he winks. Pink.
“Something you’ve been meaning to tell me, Killer?” I ask.
His pout drifts into a smile, complete with lady-killer dimples. “I’m completely secure in my manhood. You can ask my girlfriend.”
“Settling down are we?” I tease just as Aaron bursts through the door and throws me over his shoulder. Where Joey and Zack are tall and skinny, Aaron and Danny are muscular. Danny’s got the arms while Aaron has the abs.
“You get her bags,” Aaron orders. “We’ve got a radio interview to get to.”
“Do either of you know how to use a front door? Or knock?” I ask as I hang suspended over Aaron’s shoulder with my hand cupping my face.
Danny comes through the door next and his head jerks back as he takes in the scene. “Looks like you don’t need my help.”
I nod to my rack of longboards. “You’re the only one I trust with my boards. The pintail and the dinghy.”
“Speak English,” Zack says, but Danny seems to understand and grabs the two boards.
“Look!” Danny says, holding the dinghy up next to Zack’s head. “The trucks match your hair!”
“I was wondering where you fools went to!” Joey says as he walks in the door. “Mom and Dad want to say bye to all of us, but I’m pretty sure Dad will prefer if you’re not hauling Sky around ass over teakettle.”
“Oh, come on! This is totally normal,” Aaron says, and Joey blinks at him. “Fine.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, squeezing Aaron’s arm as he sets me down. “You and Danny can take turns trying to bench press me after.”
“Sick!” Aaron whoops. “You’re the perfect size for that!”
Danny narrows his eyes at me as the guys file up the stairs. I hold my hand out, and he gives me the dinghy. “Bench press you?”
I lean my shoulder into him before we head up the stairs. “Just because you like the idea.”
He laughs, shaking his head as he holds the door open for me. “I’m afraid Aaron will like it too much.”
“Jealous?” I ask.
His neck turns red beneath his scruff. “Protective.”
About the Author:
Cassandra doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.
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Our coming soon this week, is actually an AVAILABLE NOW!
We thought so, too.
Too bad life had other plans.
It’s been three years since Hayley and Nate broke each other’s hearts. Three years, and a lot has changed. Hayley’s a freshman in Bushwick University, and the only things keeping her sane are stress baking, and her a cappella group, Twelve Beats in a Bar.
Nate’s a Marine, stationed in Afghanistan. The only thing that’s keeping him sane is the last picture he has of him and Hayley, and the hope that maybe when the hell of deployment is over, he can find her again and apologize.
One explosion will change everything.
When a bomb kills all of Nate’s unit, leaving him missing a foot and eyesight in one eye, he’s sent back home to Texas. Texas, where he loved Hayley more than he could possibly imagine ever loving anyone else.
With seemingly endless amounts of free time and needing something to distract himself, Nate starts making YouTube videos, imploring Hayley to come back to him, and come back to Texas.
Hayley’s life is wrapped around the Beats, making sure she doesn’t flunk out of biology class, and babysitting Ohio’s smallest monster, Brandon. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she misses Nate more than anything.
It’s too bad she doesn’t know just how much he misses her, too…
The first year of college is supposed to be about parties, parties, and getting the hell out of Texas. Instead, Milcah Daniels is spending her eighteenth year in and out of Houston’s hospitals. Her hair is falling out, they’ve cut off her boobs, and if she makes it to nineteen, she’ll consider it a personal miracle.
Breast cancer really has a way of messing with a girl’s social calendar.
When Milcah’s temporarily discharged from the hospital, she’s determined to get a tattoo for every medical procedure she’s had. Her quest leads her to Skin Stories, a new tattoo parlor a block from her apartment. And to its infuriatingly sexy artist, Callum Scott.
Callum is everything Milcah wants, and everything she shouldn’t have now. A new relationship when the official prognosis is one to five years is a terrible idea. But Callum doesn’t know about the breast cancer, and Milcah’s not running to tell him.
But when the doctor says things are actually looking positive, her entire life turns upside down. How is she supposed to start living again when she’s finally learned to accept her death?
“You figured out what you’re going to order yet?”
I glance longingly at the wine list. Not that I’m old enough, but maybe he’ll get something and I can sneak some of it. “What about grown up drinks?”
“Nope. Juice, soda, or milkshake.”
“Well, if I have a milkshake, will it bring all the boys to my yard?”
Shit. I can’t believe I just said that.
Callum bursts out laughing. “I don’t know. Maybe you should try and see.”
This is veering dangerously into flirting territory, which is so not where we’re going to go tonight. Like I’m democracy and common sense, and flirting is North Korea. Not gonna happen.
The waitress sashays over to our table, puts down a pitcher of water and the bread basket, and turns to Callum. “What can I get you tonight?” she simpers.
Listen girl, I know he’s hot, but please. Show some self-restraint.
I glare at her back as Callum places his order. “I want a grilled cheese and macaroni and cheese,” he says, his expression the same as if he’s ordering a steak.
“Anything else?” the waitress asks, obviously not expecting that.
“I’d like a glass of apple juice,” he says, and closes his menu.
She looks at him curiously, but writes it down. “And what can I get you?” she asks me.
I struggle to keep my face straight. “I’d like an order of chicken nuggets with a side of cheese fries. And a banana milkshake.”
“Sure.” At this point, I’m pretty sure that the waitress thinks we’ve lost our minds. “Your food will be ready in a few minutes.”
I grab a breadstick from the bread basket and pop it in my mouth. The flavors explode. Callum reaches over to take one, too, and I grab the basket away. “Mine,” I say, swallowing a bite.
He laughs, and snatches a breadstick from the basket anyway. Damn. Not far away enough from him. “I know. I would come here to eat their breadsticks alone.” He chews for a minute, and looks at me. “Seriously, Milcah?”
“What? They’re really good!” I protest.
“No. No they aren’t. I didn’t even think anyone ever ordered those,” he says. “I thought they were just on all the milkshake lists for like, equal opportunity or something.”
“Equal opportunity for banana milkshake?” I ask. “Did the bananas have a rally where they discussed how they weren’t being treated equally in matters of milkshakes?”
“Possibly. But you know how the news is—so prejudiced against bananas that they’d never report it.”
“You do have a point. Although the bananas have pretty good PR,” I say.
“They do. Catchy jingles always work.”
I start humming the “Chiquita Banana” song and Callum joins in. The two of us are giggling like little kids, and I think people are staring a bit.
Mostly, I don’t care.
I haven’t let myself just have fun like this in what feels like forever. Ever since… No, Milcah. No cancer thoughts.
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