Blog Tour: The Lost Souls (The Grim Life #3) by K.D. Worth

Welcome author K.D. Worth as she chats a bit about her new Harmony Ink Press release, The Lost Souls (The Grim Life #3)! Don't miss the exclusive excerpt she shares from the series finale today!

THE LOST SOULS

The Grim Life: Book Three

Teenage grim reapers Max and Kody are already dealing with being dead... and now they’re expected to save the world.

With the help of their guardian angel, Slade, and each other, Max and Kody have finally discovered the destiny God planned for them—help the lost souls languishing in purgatory back to heaven. But they’re still growing into their roles. Kody, the Healer, struggles to understand the power born of his empathy, and Max’s abilities as Protector suffer because of longing for his best friend... along with Slade’s dire prediction that Max will lose Kody. So many are depending on them, and they’ll have to summon all the love and faith inside them to face a mass school shooting and bring love and hope to those who need it most.

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My GRIM LIFE series tells the tale of Kody, a suicidal college student, struggling with his sexuality and his faith in God. Max is the grim reaper sent to take Kody to heaven when Kody tries to kill himself. Instead Max feels a deep, unexpected connection with Kody and Max saves his life. Now they are both serving as grim reapers, taking souls to heaven.

But dating is tough, especially when you’re dead.

The third and final book in the series, THE LOST SOULS is a story of redemption, ultimate forgiveness, trust, and friendship. After suffering unbearable losses, Max and Kody have learned that they are a part of a special prophesy that tells or two souls, twin flames, who will bridge the gap between purgatory and heaven.  But they have a lot of hurdles they must overcome before they get there. Enjoy this sweet sexy excerpt exclusive for Boy meets Boy!

EXCERPT:

“I made the force field.”

“You did?” I grinned and shifted to sit cross-legged beside him, thrilled he was using his light powers again. He’d been too depressed or weak—maybe both—since Meegan left that, even at my gentle urging, he hadn’t wanted to practice much until these past few days. Sure, he’d touched my chest and watched his hand glow, but it was only yesterday that he’d attempted to shoot a blast. The unfortunate chair in the library wasn’t as happy as we had been. That might’ve been the first genuine smile I’d seen from Max in a while.

All signs that I was slowly but surely getting my boyfriend back from the darkness of grief.

“Yeah, check this out.” Max’s fingertips began to glow, and when he connected them to his other hand, an opalescent light seemed to pour from his fingertips. As he moved his hands apart, the light stretched with them, sparkling and beautiful in a kaleidoscope of colors.

His face glowed from the magic and pride.

I beamed at him and reached out to touch the light. “That’s so cool.”

When I touched it, the light disappeared with a pop.

“I’m sorry!”

“It kept breaking on me every time too,” he admitted, crooking his mouth in a frown, though excitement still danced in his eyes. “It’ll take practice. But at least I can make it now.”

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do it. I know you will.”

His expression grew serious. “I will, I promise. I’ll keep you safe. Forever.”

My heart fluttered with happiness, and sitting so close to him… on our bed, something else fluttered within me.

Without asking, I reached up and cupped his cheek. Max raised his chin a little, his eyelids drooped, and his lips parted.

We knew without words I wanted to kiss him and he wanted to be kissed.

I held still, though, soaking in how handsome he looked, patiently poised and waiting. I licked my lips and lowered my head, gaze locked on his full soft lips. My mouth watered, and I swallowed it back, my breaths coming a little rougher now, the blood pounding through my body and making me harden everywhere.

“I love you, Max,” I breathed, caressing his cheek with my thumb.

“Me too,” he gasped out, moving quickly to join our mouths in a passionate kiss.

We kissed for a long time, only our lips and tongues playing, my hand still on his cheek. Then Max placed both hands on my chest and gently pushed me back.

Breathless, I gazed into his eyes. “That was some kiss,” I whispered, heart pounding and skin flushed.

He rolled his lips as he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it was.” He glanced down at his hands, and I followed suit.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I jumped a bit when I saw his palms glowing.

“I wonder…,” Max began, and then he chewed his lower lip and furrowed his brows in concentration. The light from his hands glowed like before, but then the shimmering white began to spread across my chest. His heat filled me, and I gasped even as I watched it inch across my torso.

“You’re doing it,” I whispered.

Slowly, he removed his hands from me, and the large sheet of light stayed on my body for a moment before flickering and fading out.

I looked up at him, and he had wonder in his eyes. “It’s easier when you’re here.”

“Do you want to practice more?”

Max shook his head quickly. “No more practicing. More kissing.”

When he dove for me, I laughed, embracing him close and giving him what we both wanted. I never tired of kissing Max, and if I did say so myself, we’d really found a rhythm, anticipating each other’s needs. We only banged teeth or got too slobbery when we were kissing at night, stealing a private moment, reaching for every purchase of skin, savoring every passionate stroke and rub.

In fact, the more we touched, the more we both wanted. It was like there was this unquenchable hunger inside me when it came to Max, an insatiable lust that was never satisfied. I knew it was because biologically and mentally we were hormone-laden sixteen- and eighteen-year-old guys, though realistically we were both twenty by now, in terms of life experience.

But my need to be close to Max was overwhelming at times, and like now, a little painfully tight in my jeans.

I pulled back from the kiss. “I don’t think anyone else is back from their jobs,” I murmured, quirking my brow. “How about more than just kissing?”

“Oh, um…,” Max fumbled for words. “Actually Kelli is in the common room. And I saw Dan and Jake head to the library when I got back.”

“We can be quiet. And it won’t take that long.”

Max laughed.

Another byproduct of our age, it was usually over pretty quick once things really started going. But I could sense Max’s shy side surfacing, and I wouldn’t treat Max how Tristen treated Heather.

“Never mind, we’ll just kiss.” I delivered a peck on his freckled nose and gave him a squeeze. “You just make me crazy for you.”

“That’s awful nice to hear.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I wish we could go back to our pavilion and have some real privacy,” Max whispered.

“It’s okay, I’m happy just kissing you,” I said, and it was the truth.

Suddenly Max gave me an impish grin. “How about we keep our pants on, just in case?”

I quirked my brow hopefully. “Unbuttoned?”

His grin widened. “Oh yeah.”

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K.D. Worth has always considered herself to have the heart of a teenager with an old soul. When not talking to the characters living in her head, she loves to hang out at her favorite townie bar, then go dancing and partying with her husband and friends. There is always music playing in her home, and if it’s too loud, you’re too old! On the flip side, K.D. enjoys spending time in her vegetable garden, canning the food she grows, and making homemade jams and jellies. She also is known to crochet washcloths and blankets for her closest friends and smiles when they tease her for her “grandmotherly” ways. These two different sides to her personality create a layered tapestry of life experience that brings depth and believability to the characters she writes. She loves to hear from her fans almost as much as she loves her cocker spaniels. You can find her on online here: Facebook │Twitter │Bookbub

Review: Furborn by Isabelle Rowan

Foxes are vermin.

Australian sheep farmers regard them as an enemy to be shot on sight and hung from the branches of an old gum tree.

But not all foxes are just foxes.

Connor Coutts could be the last surviving male Furborn in Victoria, maybe in the whole country, a heavy burden for a teenager. His life’s path is clear— protect what’s left of the Furborn line. That is until someone new arrives at the MacKenzie sheep farm. Spencer MacKenzie, with his long black hair and gothic style, is a strange sight in Connor’s forest, but Fate throws the two teenagers together to save their families.

Can Connor trust Spencer to keep his life-or-death secret, or will he hang on the tree?

If a thoughtful YA with a shifter theme is ringing your bell, then this might catch your interest!

Set in Australia where urban meets rural clashes with nature, what no one knows is that there’s fox shifters inhabiting the national forest whose kind (along with regular foxes) are systematically being killed due to their predatory instincts that directly go against the local farmers in the area.

Spencer’s family has moved from the city to his grandparents to help the family business of raising sheep, and he’s confronted with some well established and unsaid rules - foxes are the enemy when it comes to keeping the sheep safe and they’re free game to those who want to hunt. When Spencer spies a familiar figure from his childhood in the nearby woods, he can’t help but be intrigued by the strange teen who stirs all sorts of unknown feels within.

Conner (a Furborn) is quickly and sadly becoming a rarity amongst his own kind, with very few loved ones remaining. He feels the burden of responsibility to protect who’s left and has no time for forming friendships, especially with the newest inhabitants at the Mackenzies. However, when Conner gets injured, his life is suddenly more complicated than ever as circumstance intertwines it with Spencer’s, and Conner has no choice but to rely on those who are basically deemed the enemy.

This has typical teen angst about the first stirrings of sexuality, the anxiety regarding coming out, and those tentative steps towards exploring lust and perhaps more. Vivid imagery with a light spiritual tone abounds, as Rowan can definitely color the atmosphere and setting. Conner is a stalwart kind of character, practical and literal and always putting others first, always doing what must be done. Spencer is simply navigating his teen life, sorting out feelings and all the amazing revelations that come with knowing Conner.

Again, circumstance forces these two together in a mutually joint effort that’s ultimately wholly necessary. Can they eventually be the much needed support that each needs when they’re confronted with their own personal crisis?

Despite an underlying melancholy to this and its chaste romantic progression, please don’t be put off by that because this does end on a hopeful wistful note. Bridging tradition and the need for some progression for improved survival and happiness, change is not necessarily a bad thing and often, it can aid happiness and healing a tragic painful past.

Overall, if you don’t mind tame YA and desire a bit of a twist regarding shifters, then give this a go!

A copy was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Giveaway + Blog Tour: Furborn by Isabelle Rowan

Welcome author Isabelle Rowan who is here today promoting her new Harmony Ink release, Furborn. Find out more about this paranormal romance & enter in the giveaway for an autographed copy of the book too! Good luck!

A huge thank you to Boy Meets Boy for allowing me to visit their blog and introduce my new novel!

Furborn:

Early settlers transported foxes to the Australian colonies, but not all foxes are what they appear.

Connor Coutts fiercely guards the family secret of the Furborn in sheep country Victoria, where foxes are shot on sight and left to hang from trees as a warning to others. At seventeen he is the only male Furborn for hundreds of miles, one of the last of a rapidly dwindling legacy. His life’s path is clear—until someone new arrives at the MacKenzie sheep farm. Spencer MacKenzie, with his long black hair and gothic style, might seem out of place, but it soon becomes clear that the two boys could make a formidable team against their enemies.

But before they can work together, Connor owes Spencer the truth…. He’s just not sure if he should trust him.   

Furborn began life after seeing a beautiful artwork of a bearded redheaded man in an autumn gold forest. The image stayed with me, but it didn’t suit my environment. Evergreen gum trees of sage and grey didn’t take on the fall hue and the light in the forest here is very different. Also, I want my boys to be just that – not full-grown men but teenagers finding love for the first time.  

Furborn is a paranormal romance of discovery and exploration. Finding love and trust in Australian sheep country which isn’t easy when one of you is a city goth and the other is a fox shifter!

A gun shot. 

Connor bolted upright in bed. Another blast. The farm dogs barked furiously from their guard post on the veranda. The shots were close, but the pounding footfall outside his room told him they didn’t originate from the farm.

He eased himself to the edge of the bed and grabbed his crutches. “What’s going on?” he called out to the huddle of MacKenzies on the landing.

“I’m not sure,” Carol said. “Neil’s gone down to see.”

The dogs continued to bark despite Neil’s command to shut the hell up! Pa Mac made his way slowly down the stairs and Connor heard his quiet, “Enough”. After one last bark from Tosh the dogs settled.

Spencer appeared in the doorway. His dark boxers hung low on slim hips that were luminous white in the moonlight. 

Definitely a raven, Connor thought. Or a vampire. 

“Dad’s gone down to see what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” Connor replied. He hopped past him and slid his crutches in his armpits at the top of the stairs. They were always a challenge and he took it slowly one step at a time, but another blast of gunshot hastened his descent. Spencer was right behind him.

“Where’s it coming from?” Spencer asked.

“The eastern edge of the forest. Past our boundary fence,” Pa Mac replied. Eerie barks of hunting dogs echoed up from the forest. Tosh and Bella growled, but remained at Pa’s side. “They’ve found their quarry,” he muttered.

No gunshot followed and Connor understood what that meant – the dogs were released to tear their prey to bloody pieces.

“Your foxes will be safe,” Spencer said softly.

He meant well, but Connor’s lungs wouldn’t release his breath. It hurt. Everything hurt: heart, soul and body. Spencer’s hand touched his – not enough to be noticed by the others, but enough to tell him he wasn’t alone. His white knuckled grip on the crutch loosed.

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Bio:

A slinky cat for a witch may be a cliché, but add a whole bunch of tribal tattoos and an intolerance to garlic (seriously), and you have Isabelle Rowan.

Having moved to Australia from the North East of England as a small child, Isabelle now lives in a seaside suburb of Melbourne where she taught film making and English. She is a movie addict who spends far too much money on traveling… but then again, life is to be lived. 

She is occasionally retired from teaching and is beginning a new career in story and screenwriting!

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Audiobook Review: Tracker Hacker (Codename: Winger #1) by Jeff Adams

Theo Reese is just an average high school student with a passion for hockey and an uncanny talent when it comes to computers… at least on the surface.

What his teammates, fellow students, and even his boyfriend don’t realize is that Theo leads a double life. When he’s not putting up his facade of normal, Theo is working as an agent for Tactical Operational Support, where his technical genius is more than just a hobby. At sixteen he is responsible for helping agents in the field and keeping the TOS network secure.

It’s a secret he has to keep—from everyone.

But secrecy becomes even harder when a hacker compromises the system TOS uses to track its agents and Theo’s dad goes missing. Theo must find him and stop the hacker, which means leaving the comfort of his computer screen and venturing into a very real and very deadly world.

And if that’s not enough to deal with, all the secrecy is really putting a strain on Theo’s love life.

Narrated by: John Solo
Length: 6 hrs and 22 mins

Pretty much all the points goes towards this being a great LGBT-YA story about 16 year old computer genius Theo, who along with his parents, fights the good fight working as a top secret agent.

Theo’s like any other teenager. He plays sports, hates math, and has a part time job. He even has a boyfriend, and it was refreshing that this was not once an issue which is probably, sadly unrealistic. Regardless, this was simply an example of what teen life is - balancing responsibilities, suffering through growing pains, and making tough decisions - just with the added bonus of keeping secrets and coming face to face with life or death situations.

Narrated by John Solo, this perhaps wasn’t the best choice. I have no problem with Solo and have enjoyed his performances in the past, but his voice is a far cry from a teenager and maybe in his enthusiasm to bring a more youthful vibe, I found many of his other character voices over the top. However, said enthusiasm did bring a lively vibe to the bite-your-nails situations that Theo finds himself in, and I sorta kinda forgot to be distracted by the incongruous narration.

One might have to suspend belief too, that a 16 year old is the top IT person at supposedly, a covert secret agency whose sole purpose is to do the tough jobs other governments can’t do. When another faction is in direct conflict with Theo’s employer and hacks into their system, it puts all of their agents in danger, and it’s Theo who has to decide whether or not to move his support status to full operational mode. To add to the stakes, Theo’s dad is one of the very agents in danger.

Overall, easy listening and an easy story to enjoy with again, the above reasons just for being representative. That, in and of itself, is enough to bring me back for more!

A copy was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Blog Tour: Jordan vs. All the Boys by John Goode

John Goode is here today to promote his re-release, Jordan vs. All The Boys from Harmony Ink Press and he's brought a story of summer love that could very well transport you back to your own childhood. 

Check out our 4 ❤ review of the book here.

In everyone's life, there is a summer where everything in your life changes.

You know the one, where you and some friends hung out and did a bunch of stuff that, in retrospect, wasn't the smartest thing in the world but you loved it and you guys bonded over it and those people will always be in your life, even if they aren't? Well, maybe not everyone has them but a lot of people do and let me tell you, they are worth their weight in gold.

Mine was when I was sixteen. I was a nerd, still am, by the way, just putting it in perspective. I was a nerd and had a group of friends that were outcasts, just like me. One of us had a license which meant for the first time in our lives we would just get up and go somewhere without bothering our parents or answering a million questions about how important it was.

We drove to the arcade, which was small but always crowded with other kids. We drove to the bowling alley because it also had video games but fewer people. We drove to Jack in the Box, because the food was cheap and it had something we could all agree on. And we drove to Berkeley, a city five times larger than the one we lived in and had things we could never find in our small town.

I had a crush on a guy.

A straight guy of course because I was an, in the closet gay teenager who hadn't come out to anyone yet. His name was Chris and he was everything I wasn't. He had blond hair, skinny, cute, popular, well among us and a hopeless flirt. He was adored by the girls in our group because he was charming as hell and lived to drive people crazy. Though he didn't know it at the time he was driving me nuts as well.

After a while, he figured it out, but I'm not sure he got why. Which means he knew I was watching him constantly but I don't think he connected that to being gay. We had a game that no one else seemed to know we were playing. We would be in a room full of people and Chris would find a way to be somewhere that only I could see and then he's started doing a mogwai dance from Gremlins.

At first, I would make an eeep sound and then point at him with a, “Look at Chris!”

Which was when he would stop.

People would look at me like I was nuts and go back to what they were doing which was when he would go back to dancing. We did this for a month until I finally stopped trying to get other people to see it and just laughed.

My friend Andy had a small car which meant if we were going somewhere it was three in the back with at least one person sitting on someone's lap. Chris would sit on me most of the time. It was harmless in its own way but in another, it was my first actual contact with a guy I liked. Again, I don't know if he knew what he was doing to me but took great joy in  making me squirm.

The summer was epic in a lot of different ways but the centerpiece of it was the night we decided to chase the moon.

Whoops, sorry.

The night we decided to Chase The Moon!

Better.

So I got my grandfather's car, made a mixtape with nearly two hours of music and we took off into the California night. Our destination was the moon, and how close we could get to it. There was a beautiful full moon out and it looked like it was daring us to keep up. So at dusk, we took off, not knowing where we were going or when we'd be back.

We just knew this night would change everything.

There was a brother and sister in the group and they had been strained ever since the girl had started dating. He felt like she was going to move on and forget us and she thought he was being controlling. Andy was in a quasi-fight with his girlfriend at the time, hence why she wasn't with us and Chris...no one knew what was going on in Chris' mind.

We started with a little Who's Johnny which seguewayed into St' Elmo's Fire and then turned a corner into Shout. Andy sat in the passenger's seat with his hand out the window, lost in the moment. The siblings were sitting on either side of the back seat, doing their level best not to look at each other. Chris was in the center and when I glanced back in the rear view mirror he smiled and me.

Invisible Touch went to Why Can't This Be Love and Andy seemed agitated by the song choice. I turned the song up so they couldn't hear us in the back seat and asked him what was wrong. He explained that he wasn't sure what was going on with his girlfriend and that he thought they might be moving apart.

When You Belong to the City came on we knew it was singing to just us as we began to wind through the foothills of Northern California, the moon dancing in and out of the treeline, it's siren's call always right there. Glenn Frey faded into Jack Wagner and All I Need got a contented sigh from the sister.

Which pissed the brother off.

We pulled over for a break and they started to fight. Andy stayed to play referee while Chris and I laid on the hood and continued to listen to the music. Fortress Around You Heart came on and Chris said he liked my taste in music. I thanked him and he nodded, both of us gazing up at the moon, waiting for us to give chase again. He asked me how long I could be out and I explained I had the car all night as my grandfather expected me to crash at Andy's house.

“You can crash at mine,” he said, still not looking at me.

I glanced over at him but he still looked upwards.

“If you want to.”

“Sure,” was all I could trust myself to answer.

The song ended and A-Ha challenged us to take them on.

“Break's over,” I said sliding off the hood, “Back in.”

The car doors closed and we took off as the moon began to move again.

You Can Call Me Al moved to Your Wildest Dreams and then came to the high point of Living on a Prayer, a song that could only be sung at the top of our lungs as we dove deeper into the night. As we emerged on the other side of the valley the music began to wind down to Voices Carry then Broken Wings followed by I'm on Fire.

“I need to pee.” someone from the back seat proclaimed and I found us a pit stop.

With empty bladders and fresh Pepsi's we rushed back into the car, this time Andy sitting in the back so he could keep trying to get the siblings to talk. Chris sat down in the passenger seat and gave me a smile that could have doubled as high beams if the headlights went out.

“What?” I asked.

“Just happy, this is a good night.,” he said leaning back into the seat.

The moon laughed as she took off again, we were hot on her tail.

West End Girls turned into Rock Me Amadeus which then flipped to One Night in Bangkok before we got back into our groove. Dancing on the Ceiling bridged to Mad About You and we were all singing again. When Let's Go All The Way came on we all went for it, belting it out in five different off keys, I couldn't help but notice the way Chris sang it, little side glances at me here and there.

In a better mood Andy brought up the problem again and the back seat became engrossed in the debate as the music turned down to Small Town and then down again to I'll Be Over You. By the time we began to climb another mountain, the tape popped so we flipped it and got ready for the next part of our journey.

The Boys of Summer started us out as the conversation moved to another argument in the back seat. Glory Days became Kyrie which built to Addicted to Love which brought a small laugh from Chris.

“What?” I asked.

“This song is so me,” he said as he laid his head back, “I'm addicted to love.”

“Really?”

He nodded and closed his eyes, “I love being loved.”

It took everything not to say I love you.

Of course, I didn't but Chris was my crush and at 16 crushes have a lot of power. You couldn't call them love but you could call them something akin to it. I had no idea how narcissistic his statement was or how destructive of a sign it was, he was cute and I liked him. What else did I need?

Halfway up the mountain, we came to a little clearing and we got out to stretch our legs and to give the fight in the back a pit stop. “I am just growing up,” the sister said.

“Without us?” the brother asked, “Without me?”

Chris shook his head and sat on the hood, I had to join him.

“He is holding on too tight,” Chris said in a low voice.

“He's worried about losing their connection.”

Chris shrugged, “If he is afraid of losing it then they never had one.”

“People are scared of being left behind,” I said, no longer talking about the fight.

Chris looked at me with eyes so blue they could have been ice and said, “Why? What's so wrong about being alone?”

And I realized we were two different beasts altogether.

We got back into the car and Andy had moved back to the front seat.

Take My Breath Away soared into Holding Back the Years to Heaven and the car was silent now. A double shot of Phil Collins with One More Night to Separate Lives and Andy sighed again.

“Hey man, things will work out,” it sounded even lamer said out loud.

“You don't know that,” Andy answered, “You don't know that at all.”

I didn't, so I shut up.

Lay Your Hands on Me started to lighten the mood as it built to Stuck With You and then Party All the Time. The car was lighter now, happier, even in their moods everyone was tapping and swaying as Never came blasting through the speakers. Danger Zone to Take Me Home Tonight and we were flying. As we got nearer and nearer the top the moon became so large that it seemed to take up the whole sky.

We came to the end of the road and got out, we looked like we were right under the moon and it hovered there, congratulating us on our achievement. We all took a moment to appreciate our feat, Andy by the driver's side, brother and sister by the hood, Chris and I at the trunk.

“We did it,” he said looking up, “We caught it.”

I smiled and nodded, “So now what?”

He didn't stop looking up but I felt a finger touch mine. I looked down and he had looped one finger under mine.

“Now, now we just enjoy it.”

I moved my hand under his they came together, fingers intertwined, “I can do that.”

“Can you?” he asked looking over to me, “Because tomorrow it will be gone and everything will be different.”

He was right and I we both knew it.

“I can do that,” I said quietly.

He smiled and leaned into me, “Good.”

We spent a long time up there, on top of the world as the moon waved goodbye and went on her journey to places we couldn't follow. And though there were other nights, other boys and other cars, none of them will be that night with that boy. Ever.

Everyone has a summer like that. This was mine, read Jordan's in Jordan Vs. All The Boys by Harmony Ink.

Blurb: 

There’s a time when life changes, when childhood is left behind and the first fumbling steps are taken into adulthood. One group of friends sets out for a summer of adventure and discovery. Jordan, Brandon, Ethan, and Dominic are ready to grow up and test themselves. But will their friendship buckle under the strain as they face the inevitable misunderstandings and conflicts? If they can hang on to their bond, it will see them through to the ultimate victory….

Finding love.

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Review: Jordan vs. All the Boys by John Goode

Everyone has that one summer, the summer where you take your first steps into adulthood. The nights are longer, the songs are better, and the friends you make are forever. For Jordan, Brandon, Ethan, and Dominic, that summer is now. This pack of self-proclaimed nerds set out on an adventure that defines every young man’s life—the search for love, or at least what they think love is. As with all great quests there are pitfalls and challenges ahead of them and they will have to overcome their greatest enemy, their own egos. But the power of true friendship could give them the strength they need to complete their quest and win their prize.

This was like a word problem, right? I had seventeen cantaloupes, and the answer was going to be sodium or some shit.

This is an incredibly sweet and funny story about the perils of dating. Jordan and his friends are on summer break between their sophomore and junior year of high school. Horned up and clueless, they decide to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Jordan suggests going to a local club that's queer friendly, because where the gays are, the girls are so EVERYBODY wins!

Off they go and then somehow Jordan and his dating adventures turned me into Nemo's dad...

There's nothing but dangers lurking out there!!!

Naturally, he ignored me. Typical. He proceeded to meet one no good loser after another that had me 16 different kinds of judge-y...

Then some nitwit suggested he join Grindr!!!!

Funny with just a dollop of angst, excellent banter between Jordan and his band of friends, much kissing banditry and an indeterminate number of guffaws (from me) made this a really good time for me.

Even Jordan breaking the fourth wall totally worked which is something I typically find jarring. Being inside Jordan's head was a delight even though he's a gamer extraordinaire, something I know exactly nothing about; I sooooo appreciated him explaining all those terms otherwise I would've been hitting the google as hard as he does.

John Goode has a unique voice and this read has me full of excite to tackle his backlist. I'd recommend "Jordan vs. All the Boys" to anyone that's ever dated or likes YA or anyone in need of a chuckle. Or twelve. Because it most definitely delivers.

An ARC was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.