Same stuff different title.
First of all, let me get this off my chest. After how many titles, how come Amo Jones still can’t get a calendar and timeline down? Hers never make a lick of sense! You can’t tell me that an event happened, the next day someone was acting strange, and then they disappeared and then later tell me sixteen days happened within that one day and expect me to understand the plot. Time doesn’t work like that.
Jade and Royce are inseparable. Royce’s family fostered Jade as a child and adopted her, she and Royce and his friends were tight like Spanx, and everyone could see the writing on the wall that they weren’t sibling-like as they grew older.
If you are adopted, then you are no longer a foster; you are an adopted sibling. It’s semantics, yes, but, still, you aren’t what the author says you are through-out the entire freaking book. Either way, you aren’t blood-related and in the world of one-percenter who really would care, but why in the hell misidentify the situation? I can call my chocolate cake lunch for the entire afternoon because I ate it midday and say it’s an essential point to this review, and it would make as much damn sense as calling her a foster when she’s adopted.
Just when life is all perfect, and nothing could go wrong, Jade experiences Royce’s worst betrayal. And her entire life goes to crap. No spoiler here–this is an Amo Jones book that is just the start of the book.
If you’ve read any of her books, then you’ve read this one plot-wise. You are going to be on the far side of comfortable at what you read. You will hate what is happening and not be able to look away. You will hate the main characters and think the hero is a hot jackhole. And you are going to come out with a sick feeling in your stomach and want to cleanse your palate with something either equally twisted or a kinky Disney film–all depending which level your appetite for self-destruction is set.
This is her go-to plot vehicle; you’ve seen it in the first three books of Elite Kings and In Fury Lies Mischief.
Then there is the medical school thing. You don’t get into medical school right out of high school. You go to pre-med first. And Jade is going to UCLA, or is it Stanford? But those two places are so far apart it’s not funny, and UCLA is where Sloane is going, and Jade’s going to school with Sloane, but Jade’s mom is happy she’s going to Stanford to go to med school. WTH? I mean, it’s fiction, but does it have to be gibberish?
In the end, I’m not sure why I do this; I don’t know why I pick up new Amo Jones and hope for new things. I hope for a new trick and always get the same tired show pony. I can rely on there being sex abuse/sex-trafficking. There will be a jackhole hero who has no limits where the heroine is concerned. And an effed up timeline that has so many things happening during overlapping times that if I sat down and penned it out, I would find that there is a frightening amount of same days per week. I know in this book there are two Sundays on her weekend of getting to college.
I pray I will stop being that girlfriend who goes back to their crappy ex and appreciates the other options out there, so I don’t write more reviews like this one.
Go ahead and read this if you are a die-hard, you are going to do it anyway.
I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary advance copy of this book.
About Amo Jones:
Amo Jones is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, totally winging this author thing (she’s probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic (Slytherin). She’s a profound work-a-holic, but when she’s not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & Husband at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand.
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