Author: Jay McLean
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Page Count: 323
Published: Skyscape, February 10, 2015
Chloe has one plan for the future, and one plan only: the road. She’s made a promise to herself: don’t let anyone in, and don’t let anyone love her. She’s learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she’s focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road—her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.
Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all—everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can’t let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless facade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.
One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she’s focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.
I haven’t been this knocked over and blindsided in a while. I didn’t even wait a second before jumping in to write this review lest I can’t find the courage to take a second swim in the feelings I had reading it. I gotta admit, when I read the blurb I was completely clueless that this was a story about two teenagers. My fault, I see that now. I somehow didn’t pay enough attention and thus made an assumption, but I’m totally good with that because I’m afraid I might’ve missed the experience had I gotten the right idea.
I’m not much of a fan of new adult or young adult, so this book wouldn’t have been in my to-read pile. Or it would, by chance, but pushed all the way to the back of it for a long while. But I started reading it, thinking this was a book about two people who knew each other from their youth, and one chapter led to another, and by the time I came to chapter four and there was no time jump to Chloe and Blake’s adulthoods, I decided to go back to the book’s blurb and see my careless mistake. The fault is mine, but so was the pleasure in the end. I didn’t think I was going to feel this much reading this.