April 17, 2017
I learned to accept love.
That’s all done. She was away, and now she’s back.
I’ve avoided her for a year and a half, but I can’t hide anymore.
Mason has an internship in Fallen Crest, so we’re heading back for the summer.
And when we got there—no one was prepared for what happened.
Fallen Crest Home is the sixth book in the Fallen Crest High series. I haven’t had the pleasure of reading the Fallen Crest series, but I see the appeal of these characters. They are likable, funny, fiercely loyal and loving. Tijan delivers the emotion in this installment with Sam and Mason back home. They are joined by Logan, Taylor, Nate and Matteo. I loved the interactions between characters. Not knowing all the background and history, I was intrigued by them, but never lost at all. Mason and Sam have an unbreakable bond. He’d do anything for her and she in return. Even when things seem copacetic they know there’s danger lurking around the corner. Are there new enemies or old ones? Who can they trust in Fallen Crest? I enjoyed this story! I love Logan and his sense of humor, Mason a
This. Him. Us.
This would always be where life made sense.
I had to fight.
I had to hurt.
I had to protect.
Feeling someone behind me, I let loose with the bat, a scream erupting from my throat. Someone caught the bat and wrapped an arm around my waist. I tried kicking out. He dodged my feet and said hurriedly in my ear, “Damn, Strattan. It’s me, Channing. Stop!”
He was friendly.
I sagged in his arms, looking for Mason. Where was he? He was circling a guy, still fighting.
I started forward, but Channing caught my arm. “Whoa. Chill.”
I growled as I yanked my hand free and started forward again, but Channing grabbed my arm once more.
He got in front of me, holding his other hand up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look. He’s fine. We’re here. He’s got that. Look. Look, Sam.”
My senses began to calm. The black around my eyesight faded. I could see more normally, and the buzzing in my ears subsided. I gulped for breath, tasting salt and dust in my mouth.
Channing was right. Mason’s eyes were deadly, but alert, his mouth set in a flat line. His shoulders were tense, but he looked in control.