by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Published May 8, 2012
Publisher: Entangled Teen
My Rating: ♥♥♥
Starting over sucks.
When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I’d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring…. until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.
And then he opened his mouth.
Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something…unexpected happens.
The hot alien living next door marks me.
You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon’s touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I’m getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.
If I don’t kill him first, that is.
Let me just say that I liked this book. I loved Katy and Daemon and their romance. I also loved Dee, Daemon’s sister. But I was strongly reminded of Twilight throughout the entire book and that ruined it for me. I would have given it a higher rating if not for that.
Katy moves to West Virginia with her mother to start over after her father passed away, and ends up living next door to a hot alien. From the beginning, they do not get along, yet they are still fiercely attracted to one another. When Daemon is not acting so arrogant that Katy wants to stab him, sparks fly.
I liked Daemon, despite his stab-worthiness. All his actions come down to wanting to protect his sister and friends.
Despite my enjoyment of this book, there were SO many moments when I had flashbacks to when I was reading Twilight. Granted, it was better written and with aliens, but I just could not get past it. I suppose I should say that I had at first liked Twilight (at least the first book), however, looking back at it, I don’t know how I could have. It started out with promise, but was ruined from book two and onward; and it was badly written. I could go on a rant, but this is not about Twilight (not really). Let’s just say I don’t know if I want to go onto book two.