I sort of hate how good looking he is. And then again, I sort of love it.
Falling for Her by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Monica Murphy is now live!
Jake Callahan. Prince of the popular crowd.
My mortal enemy.
Gorgeous. All the girls want him.
Quarterback. All the boys want to be his friend. He’s the most popular boy in the senior class.
And he hates me.
Or so I thought.
What I mistook for hatred turns out to be…interest. There’s that thin line, right? It makes me crazy. I can’t stand it. Attraction, chemistry, whatever it is, I also can’t resist it.
And neither can he.
Together, we make no sense. The odds are against us. His friends definitely don’t approve. I’m not a part of their crowd. Not one of the cool kids. I don’t fit in, or so they say.
But that doesn’t stop him from falling for me.
And it won’t stop me from fighting for him.
I’m a HUGE fan of Monica Murphy and especially this series. Just like the first book, I was pulled right into the story of Hannah and Jake from the very start.
This book epitomizes the concept of opposites attract although maybe not in the beginning. Jake seems to have it all…he’s the star quarterback, he’s rich, and he’s popular. Yet, he feels like all this is getting old. When his friends advise him to find a new girl…he gives it some thought. Somewhat daring him to ask the pretty redhead, Hannah, to wear his jersey, he reluctantly agrees. Much to his surprise, she turns him down flat. No one has ever done that before!
“He’s a god among us mortals, and I’m sure we’re supposed to bow at his feet and do what he requests, no questions asked. Well, screw that. I trust no one. I certainly don’t trust some pretty jock who was dared by his friends to ask me to wear his jersey.” ~Hannah~
At pretty much every interaction between them after that is full of tension until one night changes that. Two people who have never run in the same circles begin to see things in each other they never expected.
Instead of jumping into a relationship quickly, they form a friendship. Granted, it is one with undercurrents full of sizzling chemistry and sexual tension…Murphy took her time building trust between them. Each of them have reasons not to trust each other. Jake runs with the popular crowd who haven’t always been nice to others. Jake always feels like girls have an ulterior motive where he is concerned.
Hannah is not only independent, but she tries to not judge people. She notices Jake’s continued anger and bad temper, but she tries to understand him and his struggles. She knows more than anyone that just because someone is popular and rich doesn’t mean they don’t have their own personal issues.
Jake appreciates her. She likes him for who he is as a person. She doesn’t demand his time or attention. His popularity doesn’t matter at all to her. She just lets him be who he is and nothing more.
I enjoyed seeing how they each influenced one another. Hannah mellows Jake out and attempts to get him to think before making rash decisions he might regret. He gives her a confidence in herself that she didn’t have before.
I have always been a fan of Monica Murphy’s, and she was one of the first NA writers I read. I just LOVE how she has built the Callahan family and their stories they share with me. Even though I know Fable and Drew got their HEA, I like seeing their chapters hidden in their children’s stories. Thank you, Monica Murphy, for that!
Not only am I looking forward to Ava’s story, but I’m also hoping we might get a book about Diego and Caleb!
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Hannah settles into the chair closest to mine, a sketchpad in her hands. She flips through it, and I can see page after page of drawings, some of them so realistic I want to tell her to stop so I can really check them out, but I keep quiet. I’m not about to bring attention to myself again. I don’t want to get kicked out of the class.
I freaking need this class.
By the time Sanborne is done talking and telling all of us to try our hand at drawing, I feel like I’m about to burst with my need to talk to Hannah. “You mad at me?”
Her head bent, she’s concentrating on the movements of her pencil across the paper. “What?” she asks distractedly.
“Hannah.” She glances up at me when I say her name, those pretty blue eyes extra wide. “Are you mad at me?”
She frowns. “Why do you think I’m mad at you?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way you’ve avoided me since class started,” I tell her. “I was the last person you gave a sketchpad to.”
“Maybe I saved the best for last?” she says weakly.
I don’t smile. I don’t say a word. This usually works for me.
But Hannah’s quiet too. And stubborn. I can tell by the jut of her chin. The way she studies me, her expression blank.
Damn. She’s good.
“Are you only going to talk to me on Snap, but not at school?” I ask, my voice low.
She blinks rapidly, like she can’t believe what I just said. “No.”
“That’s what it seems like.”
A sigh escapes her and she drops her head, refocusing on the sketchpad. “I don’t know how to talk to you.”
“In person.” She looks up, then immediately looks away. “I’m an idiot.”
A smile starts to curl my lips and I immediately tell myself to stop. “You’re not an idiot.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” she murmurs morosely.
She lifts her head when I say that, her plump lips turned upward, and I’m hit with a sudden flash of wanting to kiss her.
Yeah. No. Not going to happen.
“Great, thanks so much,” she returns, then gestures toward my blank sketchpad. “You better get started. She’s going to want to check out your technique.”
“I’ve got the best technique in this school, don’t you know?” I can’t help but say, and Hannah’s cheeks turn pink again.
She’s really cute when she blushes.
“Don’t be a perv,” she says, grabbing my discarded pencil and pointing it toward me. “Start drawing.”
“Do I have to?” I slide my fingers onto hers, my thumb curling around hers before I pluck the pencil from her grip.
“Y-yes. You do.” Her voice is shaky, and I wonder if my touch affected her.
I hope it did. All I have to do is look at her and she affects me.
Whatever’s happening between us is confusing as hell.
“I didn’t listen to a word the teacher said,” I tell Hannah, and she scoots her chair closer to mine, launching into the same lecture Sanborne did, almost word for word.
I listen to the rhythm of Hannah’s speech, the excited way she speaks. She loves art, I can tell, and she genuinely wants to help me. I stare at her mouth, the way it moves, how her front teeth protrude the slightest bit, giving her this sexy overbite. I’m fucking entranced, caught up in her spell and when she finishes lecturing me with the faintest smile on her face, all I can do is smile in return.
“Oh. So you do smile,” she says softly.
I turn it into a frown. “No I don’t.”
She laughs, and I soak up the sound.
It’s just as pretty as I thought it would be.
Monica Murphy is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling romance author. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and have sold over two million copies worldwide. Both a traditionally published and independently published author, she writes young adult, new adult and contemporary romance. She’s also known as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.
A native Californian, she lives on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere with her husband, two kids, one dog, and four cats. When she’s not writing, she’s an assistant coach for her daughter’s high school cheer team, which is a two season sport. Meaning, she’s at practice with a bunch of teenage girls all the time. Or she’s at a football game. Or a basketball game. Maybe someday, she’ll even write about this experience.
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