Review – Love Me – The Keatyn Chronicles #4 by Jillian Dodd.

It’s no secret that I am in love with this totally awesome series by Jillian Dodd – and LOVE ME delivers another shot of awesomeness that leaves you begging for more.

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In LOVE ME Keatyn feels caught up in a love triangle – scratch that – ‘love Rhombus’ as she tries to decide if she will try to go back to the way things were with sexy sweet Dawson or if she will try to make things work with Hottie God Aiden and she examines her feelings for her first love Brooklyn.

All 3 guys pull super sweet, devious or sexy antics that make her crazy and make it so hard for her to choose. (And Jillian successfully pulls us along in Keatyn’s turmoil – there were times I wasn’t sure who to love and who to be ‘mad’ at!)

As Vincent steps up his search for Keatyn, it becomes harder than ever for Keatyn to live life truthfully as she has to deny part of who she really is so that she wont be found or recognised.

The situation that Keatyn faces being stalked by Vincent and not being able to have control over her life or be truthful with her friends is taking a toll on Keatyn and she feels frustrated and sometimes like she is being torn apart – to compensate she tries to use sex as a means of having some kind of control over her body and her life and as a means of intimacy when she cannot be truthful with the ones she loves.

As Keatyn realises that she must first Love herself, she works through the differences between sex, lust and love as she examines herself and the choices that she has made and ultimately begins to grow and realise that the best choice she can make right now is to choose herself.

Words cannot describe how much I loved this installment in the series and I can’t wait for the next release.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Love Me Sneak!!!

The following is part 2 of an extended sneak peek of:

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The Keatyn Chronicles: Book 4

by Jillian Dodd

Wrapped up in a relationship.

6:50pm

I get to play practice a little early, where the drama coach immediately pulls me aside. “So, Miss Monroe, what did you decide? Are you going to give me a committed performance or are you going to quit?”

I smile. “I’m going to give you an amazing performance. I’m really sorry about last week. I kind of got caught up in a guy.”

“Who you’ve since broken up with, or so I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, but I was going to keep doing it even if that wouldn’t have happened. Acting is something I really want to do. Like, maybe even with my life. So it’s important to me. I just, I sort of forgot to think about me. Have you ever done that?”

“Got wrapped up in a relationship? Sure. Everyone does sometimes. Learning that it’s okay to be yourself, have your own interests, and still be part of a committed relationship is part of growing up. And something I learned the hard way.”

“Really, how?”

“In college, I was in a one-act play. But the girl I was dating had a sorority function the same night and was upset that I couldn’t go. She was going to take another date, so I quit the play even though it was important to me.”

“Was the sorority thing that big of a deal?”

“Not really. And I held it against her, which then undermined our relationship.”

“The one that got away, huh?”

“Actually, no. I chose to get away because she wasn’t supportive of me. If we would’ve had a good relationship, she would have come to my play, then we would have gone to the last half of her formal. You have to want to make it work.”

I think about Tommy and Mom and how they won’t do movies at the same time in different locations. How they won’t be apart for more than a week. How supportive they are of each other. What Aiden said to me at tryouts flits through my brain. How if Dawson loved me, he should be there supporting me. Watching me tryout. Not making me feel guilty for doing what I love.

“That makes sense.”

He smiles at me. “And I do have some good news for you. Wednesday and Thursday, you get the night off. We’re going to be focusing those practices directly on memorizing lines. Since you have yours down, you get a little reward.”

“Really?! Thank you!”

“No, thank you. It’s nice to work with a professional. You, Logan, and Jake are the only ones in the cast who are prepared.”

I take my usual seat in the back of the auditorium and pull out my homework. Might as well get started on it. I have a comparative essay due tomorrow for English, math problems, a science worksheet, and History chapter questions.

I’m tackling the essay when my phone buzzes. I expect it to be Aiden since it’s unusual for him to be late.

Dawson: I missed walking you to class today.

Me: We were working on a project for the dean.

Dawson: I heard. Was it fun?

Me: Yeah, sort of. The dean saw the video we made on the plane. This was sort of our punishment.

Dawson: That video really upset me.

His comment makes me feel bad and pisses me off at the same time. It’s like he’s trying to make me feel bad for making him feel bad when he made me feel bad.

Does that even make sense?

Me: I’m sorry it upset you. Obviously, I was pretty upset myself. What you did sucked. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m at practice and I have a ton of homework.

Dawson: I know it sucked. I’m going to make it up to you.

Me: And how are you planning on doing that?

Dawson: I’m not sure. Is there anything I can do to make you get over it?

Me: Talking about it might help. Like if I really knew what you were thinking. Maybe. Part of me doesn’t want to know. Part of me would prefer to just stay mad at you. Being mad is easier.

Dawson: Please don’t stay mad at me, Keatie. Please. Can we talk tonight? Like after play practice?

Me: If we get out in time.

Dawson: If not, we’ll go to the cave later or something. Okay?

Me: Okay.

Aiden strolls in around eight-thirty. I’ve done two of my scenes in the first act and managed to get a rough draft of my essay done.

“I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I can’t do tutoring tonight.”

“Yeah, I kinda already figured that,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. I’ve come to enjoy hanging out with Aiden during practice.

“I’m glad I skipped out on the taping and went to French. We had a pop quiz,” he tells me.

“How did you do?”

“I think I did good. Your tutoring seems to be working.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Uh, sure. What are you doing tonight?”

He grins at me. Probably reading my mind and knowing that I’m dying to know what else he has to do. How much do you want to bet it involves a curvy cheerleader who he is friends with?

“I’m helping Riley with the video. He’s worried that he won’t get it done. What he’s done so far, though, is really good.”

“That’s nice of you, Aiden. But I’m kind of surprised. I didn’t think you and Riley were friends.”

“We were friends during football camp. Then we got into it in the locker room that one day.”

“As in the day he slammed you against the locker for talking shit about me and Dawson?”

Aiden hangs his head a little. “Yeah.”

“Riley’s a good guy,” I say.

“Yeah, I know. He’s not like Dawson.”

“Dawson is a good guy.”

Aiden rolls his eyes at me, shakes his head, and says, “See ya later, Boots.”

The way he says it sounds kind of dreamy. His voice. His mouth. Everything about him is just plain dreamy.

But then I remember another time he said those words to me.

After our 29 dances.

Which means I probably won’t hear from him for days.

Don’t stop kissing me.

9:45pm

We get out of play practice a little early and since Dawson has been begging to see me, I go to his room.

When I get there, he immediately pulls me onto his bed and kisses me.

We kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

He runs his hands up the sides of my shirt and pulls it off. Then he kisses my neck, my chest, and my stomach. Then he stops, puts an arm above my shoulder and leans close to my face.

“We haven’t been talking. I’m sorry. I’m having a hard time starting over. I want you. Badly. But we should stop kissing and talk, right? What do you want to talk about?”

“I just have one thing to say.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t stop kissing me.” I grab his shirt and pull him back toward my lips.

Which is all he needed. He kisses me passionately and does some other stuff that I very much enjoy. I start to feel that familiar yearn. I want him too.

Badly.

Why is it again that I don’t want to have sex with him?

Is it because I want to punish him?

But isn’t that sort of punishing me too?

I want to. And, oh my gosh. He is, well, he’s doing things to me that I also shouldn’t be letting him do, but I don’t stop him.

I can’t stop him.

I want to feel close to him again. I want to know if things have changed. He said things were different when he and Whitney kissed.

Things are not different when we kiss.

I still feel the same desire. The same emotions. I’m ready to take things further, all the way further, and he is definitely ready.

This is the point where we both just know we want to.

Since that first time, we never question it. It feels good, so we do it. And I’m ready for that. Expecting that. I’m guiding him toward me.

But he stops.

Again.

“Keatie. I want this more than you know. But I want you to be okay with it. I don’t want you to regret it. I never want you to ever regret what we do. I know maybe it sounds empty because of what happened, but I love you. I really do.”

He strokes my hair, runs the back of his hand down the side of my face, and sweeps it across my chin. I lean my head into his hand, and he cradles my face in his palm and looks into my eyes.

I don’t break his stare. I tilt my hips up a little higher, grab his hips, and guide him into me.

He is a bit shocked by this, I think.

His eyes get big, but then he smiles and starts slowly pushing in and out. Then he leans down and kisses me.

Our kissing matches the rhythm of the sex. Slow and gentle to start, then deeper and harder and faster, until he can’t keep kissing me because it’s gotten so intense.

Finally, he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I hug him tight as he sprinkles little kisses down the side of my cheek and across my shoulder.

“That was amazing.”

I laugh at him. “You always say that.”

“Sorry, I need some new adjectives. I’ll get back to you on that. I’m having a hard time thinking right now.” He grabs a strand of my hair and absent-mindedly twirls it around his finger.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How lucky I am. Does this mean we’re back together?”

“No, but we’re maybe starting over.”

“Yeah, but . . .”

“If you recall when we started, this happened pretty quickly.”

He smiles big. “I do recall. And I swear it won’t end like before. So are we going out again?”

“We’re not. Just like we weren’t then.”

“Right. We’re taking it slow.”

I grin and shake my head because we both know that this is not taking it slow.

“Something like that. I might date other people. And you should too.”

He glances at the clock. “I doubt I will, but we’ll see. We better get you home. I don’t want you to be late.”

I glance at the clock and see that he’s right. We quickly get dressed, walk arm in arm back to my dorm, have a long kiss, and say good night.

I’m lying in bed, reading a steamy romance novel, when Katie says, “What happened with you and Dawson tonight?”

“We just, you know, we’re maybe starting over.”

“He just changed his relationship status,” she says, as my phone buzzes.

I pick it up and read that I’m supposed to approve: It’s complicated with Kiki Kiki.

And I don’t know who came up with that relationship status when they invented Facebook, but I’m thinking I couldn’t have described it any better myself.

Because it is complicated.

And I’m pretty sure that my sleeping with him just made it even more complicated.

I decide to check on Riley. I call him and say, “How’s it going?”

“It’s good. Almost done. We’ve got three computers with all the video and Dallas and Aiden have been helping me find the footage I need. It’s turning out great. Are you going to be up for a little while? I’m putting some finishing touches on it and will send you the link in a few.”

“I’ll wait up. I can’t wait to see it. Um, Riley, uh, how come Aiden is helping you?”

“He offered.”

“Oh. Are you friends?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

A few minutes later, my computer dings with an email. I follow the link and watch the video.

It’s amazing and makes me cry.

I call Riley back.

“I, um, it’s really good, Riley,” I blubber.

“Are you crying?”

“I’m just, it’s just . . . really good.”

“Yeah, you said that already. It’s supposed to make you want to come here, not cry.”

“It will make people want to come here. It just . . .”

“It’s about us.”

“Exactly. I love you and Dallas.”

“Aiden too?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think he loves you.”

“Uh, no, he doesn’t. He put stars on my ceiling, but he just wants to be my friend.”

“What part made you cry?”

“Just all of it,” I lie.

“What part made you cry?” he asks again sternly.

“Aiden’s part. How people here inspire him to be a better person. About the sunsets.”

“And why did that make you cry?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I slept with your brother tonight.”

“Is that what the whole it’s complicated is all about?”

“Yes.”

“Baby, it’s okay with me if you like Aiden. I know you’ve liked him since school started.”

“Thanks, Riley, but I don’t like Aiden. I mean, I did, at first. But he doesn’t like me back. He wants to be my friend.”

“Oh, really? Your friend?” Riley chuckles.

“Don’t laugh at me. I’ve been friend-zoned. It’s embarrassing.”

“Keatyn, I swear, you are clueless.”

“I am not clueless. He told me himself he wants to be my friend.”

“I want to be Ariela’s friend.”

“You also want to sleep with her. Aiden doesn’t want to sleep with me. Actually, that’s not true. He said we might sleep together someday. But I had a friends with benefits relationship before. I don’t want that. I want more.”

“And you’re getting more from Dawson?”

“Yes. No. Kinda. He says he loves me.”

“I’m learning that saying it and proving it are very different things. Night, baby.”

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Confessional: Obsessed

OKAAAAYYY.... so I have a little confession to make.

I have become addicted to reading Young Adult and New Adult Fiction.

Some of my twitter pals know this, most of you won’t… but a little over a 18 months ago I started writing.  I have stories brewing inside of me that need to be told.  And as an aspiring YA author, it IS a requirement to read as much YA fiction as I can… but nevertheless, lately there has been a whole lot of reading happening and not a lot of writing going on.

Yep, I would even say I am totally obsessed.

YA books are my crack right now. I can’t get enough.

I have had to set limits on myself, like ‘No reading after 11pm if I have to work the next day’. This is important because if I left myself to my own devices I would probably stay up the entire night. And then the next day I would totally have the worst lack-of-sleep-hangover-from-hell…  let me tell you, I don’t really need that when I am trying to concentrate at work.

Luckily for me, I usually don’t have too much trouble enforcing that rule because during the working week I am generally soooo tired at the end of the day, I am flat out staying awake until 10pm.

I shit you not, on Monday night, I went to sleep DURING THE VOICE. That means I went to sleep before 9.30pm. Who does that?  I got to see Luke Kennedy’s original song, but I missed out on Danny’s, Harrison’s and the Red-Head chick’s song Celia’s song (Why can’t I ever remember her name? I just had to look it up).  My husband even tried to wake me up to watch Harrison’s song, to no avail. I apparently just agreed with him in my sleep that it was really great. So I had to get up and watch it on The Voice website the next morning.

Last night I was asleep early too, much to my husband’s annoyance.  He cooked a fabulous dinner (as he usually does… lucky me :)) and I dished it out to everyone. I ate… and about half an hour later I was a freakin goner. Dead. To. It.  (Insert husband grumble about having to put the kids to bed and the left overs away by himself. Again).  And even though I have been waiting with baited breath for a week to see the latest (and last?) Game of Thrones episode of the season after that mortifyingly, completely shocking wedding episode that left me stunned… and even though it auto-downloaded onto my iTunes yesterday (yes I am one of those people that buys a season pass) … and even though my husband tried to wake me up to watch it with him… I slept like the dead, with the tv blaring less than two metres from my head.

But no matter how tired I am, if I am reading, and I am invested in the story, I will stay awake all night if I have to… because I must. finish. the. book. This is why I have to set the ‘no reading after 11pm if I have to work the next day’ rule for myself.

Whilst I have set this rule for my own safety (don’t want to be falling asleep on the way to work) and for fairness to my employers (who wants an employee taking hits while sitting at the computer)…   I still face a set of problems if I have to stop part-way through a book…

  • I am constantly on edge wondering what is going to happen next…
  • Sometimes find it hard to go to sleep until I end up meditating about the characters in the book…
  • I dream about the freaking characters in the book – like half the time I am one of the bloody characters – And believe me, my dream-brain thinks up some pretty weird and exhausting shit.
  • Not to mention my fear of sleep talking stuff from the book in my sleep.  I don’t need a divorce on my hands.

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Until I can get back to reading the book again, my mind constantly wonders and daydreams about the characters in the book… thinking about what is going to happen next, examining things the character did and said.

Ugh, it is just a form of torture.

A perfectly enjoyably irritating, painfully pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless.

And don’t even get me started on SERIES.  Think its bad watching a TV series, having to wait for a whole week until the next episode? Try getting to the end of the of a book, and its a freaking cliffhanger. And you are like “W.T.F! Now I have to download the next book right now to read the next one.”

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So you download it.

And then the next one.

Because you have no choice.

Because you’re obsessed.

And then you go to download the next one and you find out that the next one is not available until August. Like 3 months away. Torture at its finest.

And this is exactly what happened to me, when I recently discovered The Keatyn Chronicles, by Jillian Dodd.

First of all – I can’t believe I found Jillian Dodd’s series “The Keatyn Chronicles” BY ACCIDENT!  

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It was only a few friday nights ago, and I  was scrolling through the Amazon Kindle Store FREE books. I came across Stalk me, the first book in The Keatyn Chronicles and I very nearly didn’t download it. ( I AM almost 38 and from the blurb on Amazon, I was a bit worried that the story might be a little too young).  But I was desperate for new reading material, so I took a chance and downloaded it.

I was only a few pages in when I realised I was hooked.

The dialogue is completely engaging, it was fresh, authentically ‘now’.   Keatyn (the main female character) has a perfect blend of girl-next-door meets sophisticated starlet, sweetness and bitchiness, and insecure-teen developing into confident young woman. Not to mention the hunky male characters that make you swoon one minute and break your heart the next.

The story line unfolded… and I just had to keep reading…  and reading…. and reading until it was done.

Seriously. Could. not. put. it. down.

A few hours later the book was finished and I had. to. find. out. WHAT. HAPPENED. NEXT!  So I immediately purchased and downloaded Kiss Me and  Date Me (less than $5 each). I read all night long, and finished Date me at 10am on Saturday Morning.  I read for about 14 hours straight!  I was dead for the rest of the weekend, but it was totally worth it!

And now, I am a die hard fan.

With one problem.

I was left hanging. With a book hangover.

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Then I discovered that, not only does the amazing Jillian Dodd write YA books that are perfectly (enjoyably irritating painfully pleasurably) awesome to read, she also has a totally cool website and blog, that features the clothes, the dream cast, the soundtrack, the setting, Interviews with the characters, merchandise as well as fan made videos and Pinterest boards. And, she has an awesomely kick-ass community of fans on facebook that are just addicted and obsessed with her books as I am… And not only that, Jillian actively converses with her fans, and (seeing as we are are almost at the point of death waiting until August for the next book) she indulges us with sneak peeks and insights… not too much… but just enough to keep us from tipping over the edge of insanity waiting for August…

So I hope I can share a little of Jillian’s perfectly enjoyably irritating, painfully pleasurable torture with you. And hopefully you will read the series… and become as addicted, and obsessed as I am.

Look Inside “Stalk Me” or Buy the Kindle edition from Amazon now (It is currently $0.00).  You won’t regret it.

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Please  Note – This is not a sponsored post  – but in the coming weeks I will  be co-ordinating with Ellen from “Always YA at Heart” book review blog and with other fans of The Keatyn Chronicles in order to help promote “Aiden” from The Keatyn Chronicles be voted best book boyfriend everrrrr! in the YA Sisterhood’s 3rd Annual YA Crush Tourney. 

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