Seven is about Embyr Quinn and her journey for vengeance. She was a victim of a horrible bet turned blackmail by a group of popular guys in high school known as the PITCREW, each letter representing the first names of her tormenters. Skip to ten years later and she’s changed her name, her appearance and has done thorough research in order to exact her revenge on each and every one of them. The only problem is that she can’t resist the pull she has towards Casen Parker—The C in Pitcrew.
The first half of the book was somewhat slow for me, but I kept going because the story was intriguing enough that I needed to find out what this bet entailed and who was responsible for what action. I understood Embyr’s need to get these guys back for what they’ve done to her, but some of her actions had me shaking my head. She methodically moves from guy to guy with different acts that will inevitably ruin their lives, and in consequence she ruins the lives of several other innocent people who are connected to them. Yes, she felt guilt and she even tried rationalizing her retaliation with some sort of weird reverse logic that I just couldn’t get on board with. This woman was out for blood and didn’t care who she trampled in her path, it was so selfish to me, but I get it. A woman scorned and all.
The book picked up for me in the second half because I was very intrigued by Casen, Reece & Ian and what their connection was in all of this. I also found it hard to believe that you wouldn't recognize a girl you were very well aware of in high school after only ten years, even with changes to your appearance etc… eventually you'd notice, especially after becoming intimate. And NOT ONE of the guys noticed until her true identity was revealed.
Ultimately the book was pretty enjoyable for me and I appreciated how Embyr finally felt remorse for her actions and how capable she was of forgiveness. I really liked Casen, and even Reece grew on me towards the end, because I did not like him in the beginning. There IS a cliffhanger and it was a very abrupt one, so I’m definitely looking forward to reading Casen’s POV in the next book titled CASEN, which comes out in the fall of 2016.
“Am I going to get your name tonight, beautiful?”
“Not interested,” I state, trying not to let the seduction in his voice fool me.
“Not interested? I’ve never heard anyone with that name,” he tries to joke, but I don’t laugh.
This is the kind of shit he uses to pick up women?
“What can I getcha?” Damien asks.
I point at my glass, requesting another drink, and motion towards Casen, “On his tab.”
“Budweiser for me.” Casen tells him before returning his full attention back to me. “If I’m going to buy you a drink, then it’s only fair you tell me your name.” His leg brushes against mine, lifting my skirt and exposing more of my thigh. Goosebumps spread across my skin like wild fire and I will them down.
Stay focused, Em.
My fingers come up to play with my necklace, and I relent, “Embyr.” I pick my gaze up and stare directly into his eyes. I drag them down his body, noticing the long-sleeved, black Henley he’s wearing and faded jeans. His shoes are black, as well, and they look like they hold massive feet. I peek at his hands, seeing exactly what Trinity meant. They are huge.
A moment passes before he says, “Don’t you want to know my name?”
I already know your name. Casen Parker. Fire fighter. Lived with your friends, my other high school bullies, Ian and Reece, up until two months ago, when you all ventured off and got your own places. Homecoming King in high school and graduated with honors in fire science.
But, I don’t say all that.
“Okay, then.” I roll my eyes as if the idea is beneath me. “So, what’s your name?”
He stares for a moment before widening his smile. “Casen.”
His cockiness pulls me in and I can’t bring myself to turn away. His heated tone breaks through my barrier and a flood of emotions take over. Even though it’s been ten years, he still looks the same and I feel a spark of not only hatred but attraction. I didn’t expect that and it makes all of the high school memories come screaming back at me. They consume me. My chest tightens while I feel my face burning. I can’t control the tremble of my hands as I pick up my glass trying to keep this panic attack under control.
I haven’t had one of these since high school.
I take deep breaths, gasping for air, hoping I don’t pass out. It’s not working. The memories continue to suffocate me. I feel constricted.
I can’t fucking breathe.
A gentle touch glides over my back and I jump at the contact. “You okay?” Casen asks concern evident in his voice.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
I’m finally able to lift my head and slide off of the stool, grasping my purse to my chest. “Yes. I just…” I stumble. “I need a moment.”
I race to the bathroom, knowing full well I am fucking this up. I’ve managed to screw Patrick and Thad over no problem. So what is so different that, just speaking to Casen twice in the past week, has me turned inside out? The bathroom door slams against the tiled wall when I barge in and lock myself inside. My forehead meets the cold metal of the door as I chastise myself.
Get your shit together, Embyr.
You hate him.
He didn’t stop them.
He repulses you.
I repeat this over and over until I believe what I’m saying. It takes a few minutes, but I gather myself and hold my head up high as I stride back to the bar, shoulders straight, like I didn’t just fall apart in front of my prey. When I turn the corner, I see Casen looking down at his phone typing furiously, and I pray I didn’t lose him. I’ll be pissed if I screwed it all up by letting his good looks and charm suck me in at a vulnerable moment.
Amy-Marie was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago and now resides in Virginia Beach with her fantastically crazy husband and two kids.
As an avid reader, she never dreamed of writing her own novel until the characters started haunting her at night and in the shower. Wanting to get it down on paper she set off on the journey that is more than she could have ever dreamed.
When not writing she can be found carting her kids around, breaking up their fights, cleaning up messes, teaching Zumba, or reading.
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