Title: Girls Are Players (G.A.P. #2)
Author: Ingrid Seymour
Date of Publication: December 4, 2013
Jessica Norton is a villain in the body of a gorgeous, rich, college girl. She cheats, lies, plays with people’s feelings, and purposely breaks unsuspecting hearts to avenge a personal loss. She’s the kind of girl people love to hate—even if it’s just because she has it all. Except . . . she doesn’t have it all. What she wants most is the love of her high school sweetheart, Taylor Drennon, the guy who got away, the one who left without telling her why and caused all her bitterness.Not surprisingly, Jessica’s evil has made her a pariah. Alone, without friends or Taylor’s love, her college life is a nightmare. She’s haunted by her own mistakes and drowning in lack of direction. Something needs to change. So when the first opportunity to turn her life around presents itself, she takes it. Home for Christmas break, Jessica runs into Taylor. His unexpected friendliness seems like an invitation to rekindle their love. Inspired by a drastic idea that will both distance her from her heinous reputation and pull her closer to Taylor, she decides to transfer to OSU where he attends under a football scholarship.Confident she can regain his heart, Jessica re-enters Taylor’s life with a splash. Failing to naturally lure him closer, she is then forced to rely on her old games and underhanded scheming. Though Jessica’s heart is in the right place, it is hidden from Taylor by her blunders. More than once their powerful chemistry takes control, leading Jessica to believe she’s winning. But, it’s a hot and cold affair, and she’s not the only one to blame for their stormy love. If Jessica can only coax Taylor into explaining why he doesn’t want her, maybe she could finally walk away from him for good, maybe she could finally be happy.
Review
This segment of the story focuses on Jessica who we get to know at a closer perspective. She's an intricate character who excels in drama, bitterness and emotion. There is no shortage of those in this story. We also see her grow and learn. Her relationship with Taylor is on and off, hot and steamy mixed with their emotional train is at times overwhelming but adds a lot to the dynamics of both the characters and the story. An intense and compelling read I enjoy this author style immensely and look forward to more in this series.
4 stars
I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
Margaret
About Ingrid Seymour
Ingrid Seymour loves, loves, loves to write. Her favorite genres are Young Adult and New Adult fiction. Her debut novel “The Guys Are Props Club” is an NA contemporary romance which she immensely enjoyed writing. Her favorite outings involve a trip to the library or bookstore where she immediately gravitates toward the YA section. She’s an avid reader and fangirl of many amazing books. She’s sure that one day she’ll see one of her books made into a movie. She likes to dream big ;)
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EXCERPT
Taylor stood in the shadow of one of the large, open French doors, but I knew it was him immediately. The slant of his shoulders, the casual way he stood with one hand inside his pocket, not to mention his tall, elegant frame.
I felt myself melt into a puddle.
He was just a guy, for God’s sake—nothing more than a flesh and blood man. He shouldn’t have this power over me, not after all this time.
He stepped out of the shadows. Moonlight fell on his face, and I nearly gasped. He was smiling tentatively, silver eyes wide and expectant. His smooth, brown hair wasn’t cropped like the last time I’d seen him. It was a little long and stylish. A questioning arch disturbed the perfect line of his eyebrows.
“Jessica,” he greeted in a low tone.
I blinked several times as I waited for my brain to jump start my lungs. My name on his lips, a sound I once took for granted, now literally left me breathless.
EXCERPT
Taylor stood in the shadow of one of the large, open French doors, but I knew it was him immediately. The slant of his shoulders, the casual way he stood with one hand inside his pocket, not to mention his tall, elegant frame.
I felt myself melt into a puddle.
He was just a guy, for God’s sake—nothing more than a flesh and blood man. He shouldn’t have this power over me, not after all this time.
He stepped out of the shadows. Moonlight fell on his face, and I nearly gasped. He was smiling tentatively, silver eyes wide and expectant. His smooth, brown hair wasn’t cropped like the last time I’d seen him. It was a little long and stylish. A questioning arch disturbed the perfect line of his eyebrows.
“Jessica,” he greeted in a low tone.
I blinked several times as I waited for my brain to jump start my lungs. My name on his lips, a sound I once took for granted, now literally left me breathless.
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