Publisher: MTV Books on July 19, 2011
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She's writing about him. He's writing about her. And everybody is reading between the lines..
For Erin Blackwell, majoring in creative writing at the New York City college of her dreams is more than a chance to fulfill her ambitions--it's her ticket away from the tragic memories that shadow her family's racehorse farm in Kentucky. But when she refuses to major in business and take over the farm herself someday, her grandmother gives Erin's college tuition and promised inheritance to their maddeningly handsome stable boy, Hunter Allen. Now Erin has to win an internship and work late nights at a coffee shop to make her own dreams a reality. She should despise Hunter . . . so why does he sneak into her thoughts as the hero of her latest writing assignment?
Then, on the day she's sharing that assignment with her class, Hunter walks in. He's joining her class. And after he reads about himself in her story, her private fantasies about him must be painfully clear. She only hopes to persuade him not to reveal her secret to everyone else. But Hunter devises his own creative revenge, writing sexy stories that drive the whole class wild with curiosity and fill Erin's heart with longing. Now she's not just imagining what might have been. She's writing a whole new ending for her romance with Hunter. . . . except this story could come true.
The moment I found out this story was based around two characters writing about each other I. Was. Hooked. Basically, the main character Erin is living my dream (somewhat). She is living in New York City, majoring in Creative Writing, and working in a café. All is well (aside from the fact her dear old grandmother snubbed her trust fund because she wouldn’t major in business and take over the family farm because she wanted to pursue her dream), and she is enjoying her Creative Writing class. Until she’s written a story inspired from her past, where she gets her happy ending with the guy she loves. Except this guy is real, he stole her inheritance and now he’s in her Creative Writing class.
Hunter. Ohh, Hunter. He’s… well one of the most impossible and perfect book boyfriends I’ve come across. He doesn’t mind at all that he stole Erin’s entire life, but at the same time I just could not hate him. Maybe it was because he was a writer. And hot. He was a huge part of Erin’s past and now that he was back in it (whether she wanted him there or not), I figured it was only a matter of time before they got together. When they went to the horse race with the rest of the gang there were some definite sparks and I got a little giddy when he kissed her cheek. Then when Erin got hit by a car (stalking him – ugh.), we found out he was a pre-med student working shifts at the hospital. Hunter, you just earned ALL OF THE HOTNESS POINTS. He was all doctor-like and cute and I was grinning like a complete idiot for that entire chunk of the story as he helped her get better. However, not everything Hunter did had me rooting for him, especially when he lied to Erin to get her to go to Kentucky saying that her father would be there. After one more cute moment involving a drunken Hunter, it pretty much went downhill from there for a while.
It ended on a happy note, but I think it ended too quickly. The climax happened too close to the end of the story and I felt like it died down fast and the ending could have been better.
Overall, the story was amazing. I loved the romance and the fun, quirky secondary characters, and how each of the stories Erin and Hunter wrote were actually in the book so the reader could experience them, too.
- “We could in my story, though. I could set up obstacles to love, just like in real life – and then, unlike in real life, I could knock them down. making every piece slide into place for my characters, writing them a unrealistically happy ending, gave me a rush and made me high. This is why I wanted to be a novelist.”
- “‘Oh!” he exclaimed. ‘How appropriate. You drew me a little heart.’ ‘It’s an ass.'”
- “‘Hunter’s story is about you.'”
- “Note to self: when boys look back at you watching them in the darkness outside your well-lit window, but their expressions do not change, you relax, assuming they can’t really see you watching them, when they can totally see you.”
- “‘Sorry about this,’ he murmured as he slid both hands into my hair and kissed me.”
- “‘Say it,’ he whispered against my lips. ‘I know this is hard for you. Tell me.'” ‘I love you.’ Hearing my own words, I gasped at the rush of emotion. He put his hands on either side of my jaw and took my mouth with his.”