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Kiss Me

The Keatyn Chronicles, Book 2

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Auteur(s): Jillian Dodd
Narrateur(s): Maren McGuire
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I've always written scripts for my perfect life. But no way could I have ever scripted this. My life is so far from perfect, it's not even funny. All because of a stalker. I'm at a boarding school, where I have to lie about who I am. I can't see my family. I'm tutoring a hottie god that tortures me with his smile. The most popular girl already hates me. But there's this boy. This hot, sweet, sexy boy. So I'm going to stop trying to script my life and just live it. Because who knows how long I have left.

©2012 Jill Wagner (P)2014 Jillian Dodd Contemporain Famille et relations Fréquentations amoureuses et sexe Littérature Romance Romans policiers et thrillers Situations difficiles Suspense romantique Thriller et suspense Suspense Drôle
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This book was a huge step up from the first — tighter writing, stronger pacing, and a killer ending that has me clawing my way to book three.

But listen… the spice situation? Absolute torture.
The scenes tease and tease and never commit. It’s all smolder and no follow-through — like the author leads me to the edge, winks, and then slams the bedroom door in my face.

I want detail, heat, and actual payoff.
If you’re going to build that sexual tension for half a book, don’t leave me hanging like a Victorian chaperone showed up mid-scene.

And while we’re at it, the stalker plot could have turned the tension up even more — but it felt like seasoning instead of substance. A dash more obsession and danger would’ve layered perfectly with the romance.

Meanwhile the wardrobe descriptions are… a lot. Cute at first, but sometimes it feels like we’re deep-diving into fashion catalog territory instead of plot. Less outfit-by-outfit commentary, more action, please — in every sense.

Overall: loved the vibe, but begging the author to either close the curtains less, or stop flirting with high heat if we’re never getting the scene.

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