I am so out of my league. Fancy parties, expensive cars, and a private school for the elite… It sounds like a dream. But everything is not as perfect as it seems on the outside. Here, the secrets are dirty, and the lies comes easy.
Welcome to my fab life.
Kihanna is just a regular teenager till her world is turned upside down when her mother finally reveals the identity of her father and informs her that she would be going to live with him. Oh and not only is her father a billionaire, but she also has a stepmother and a stepbrother! Being raised modestly by her mother, Kihanna has never had too much but also has never been in want for the essentials. But in her new life, everything seems to be different. It’s a world of new friends, lavish parties and two very hot guys vying for her attention. Not everyone is happy with her though and someone is out to get her!
Kihanna is a character I liked. She has a sense of individuality that she isn’t prepared to give up for anyone or anything. Being uprooted from one environment and settling in a completely different world, it would have been easy for any teenager to change, if nothing else then to blend in and to get that sense of belonging. But Kihanna manages to hold on to her true self. Ty is the hot bad boy and Gabe is the typical boy-next-door. With these two extremely different guys vying for her attention, who will Kihanna choose? Then there is her stepbrother Toby. He is protective but not possessive of her. There is something about that character that did strike me.
The plot is uncomplicated. With teenage drama on one hand and some suspense on the other –sprinkle in a bit of bitchiness, angst and romance into the mix, and the result is a pretty entertaining read. Mercy Amare’s style of writing is also pretty simple and easy to get into. And the cliff-hanger pretty much ensures that a reader would pick up the second book in the series!
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My palms are sweating, and my heart literally feels like it’s going to beat it’s way out of my chest. I decide that I may vomit before the night is over, but hopefully it won’t be on myself or Ty. I run my hand over the bannister was I walk down the stairs. I keep in there incase I trip, which is very possible. I try to focus on the steps and not on the fact that I’m about to go out of my first date.
Gah. I hate that word. Date. It’s too gray. I like black and white. Nothing about this night is black or white.
I count the steps as I walk down. There are exactly 32 steps from the top floor to the bottom floor. When I get to the bottom, I am forced to look up at Ty. He looks good. Really good. Dammit. He doesn’t look nervous at all. In fact he looks completely cool. Of course he’s cool. He’s probably been out on like a million dates before. Why should he be nervous?
I am relieved to see that he’s wearing jeans and a concert shirt. I didn’t underdress or overdress, and I’m glad I decided to wear jeans. I’m going to ask Toby’s advice more often.
“You look beautiful,” he says, and then hands me a bouquet of purple flowers.
Flowers = date, right?
Ugh, why does this suddenly feel awkward?
I take them from him. I have no idea what kind of flowers they are. I feel like I should know, but it’s not like I frequently get flowers from guys. “Thank you. They are beautiful.”
What am I supposed to do with the flowers? Am I supposed to take them with us? Or am I supposed to leave them here? There should a Dating for Dummies book that covers this. Maybe there is. Memo to self - look it up. I will be more prepared next time.
Next time? Calm down, Kihanna, I tell myself. Let’s get through tonight before we start thinking about a second date.
Author Bio
I am a YA/ NA author, with an addiction to NOS
& Red Bull energy drinks. My guilty pleasure is the TV series The Lying
Game and The Vampire Diaries. I'm 23 years old. I currently live in St Louis,
with my husband of 2 years.
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