Title: The Boy I Grew Up With
Release date: Oct 29, 2018
I have loved Channing Monroe all my life.
In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper.
I hit him in the head with it.
Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade.
Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.
Growing up, the problem was never love for us.
Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life.
The problem was us.
The problem is that we’re from two different worlds now.
Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was thriving in mine and he was running his.
But there were nights I felt we couldn’t be further apart than we were, and there were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat.
When was it time?
When was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I grew up with?
** 103k standalone **
5 of 5 stars
Finally, we get Heather and Channing's story j was happy excited and slightly nervous to start this as Tijan and the Fallen Crest characters are some of my most loved in the book world.
Although we know most of their story we get to see it from another angle. So many hidden truths and secrets are laid bare for the readers to pick over. I felt quite emotional at times which I didn't really expect to be honest. Together they have been through so much but as a couple, they are fantastic together, they know each other inside out. We see small snippets into the past which helped to explain so much. I don't want to say too much but if you loved Heather and Channing this book won't disappoint it certainly exceeded all my expectations.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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5 of 5 stars
Warning Emotional Spewing is pending in 5...4...3...2...
Calling all Fallen Crest groupies!!! Finally, Tijan has given us the gift of the inside scoop with my favorite bestie! The Original Ride or Die Bitch- Heather Jax. I have no shame when I say for Heather- I would total go that way. I mean though I have always had the hots for Channing, I would total do Heather in a heartbeat! She is the best friend you will ever have. She is loyal and 110% the person you want watching your back. She was always the only girl I ever trusted in Fallen Crest. All these feelings were before I read The Boy I Grew Up With.
Now I feel like a Stalker...you couldn't pry my cold dead hands off of her. Heather has always been a secondary character. She was the best friend. She was the backbone. She was the ride or die BFF. She was ready to take everything to the next level because you needed her. She was there in the background but always just in the periphery.
Not any more!! Heather Jax, or Jax, takes the reader into the dark and hidden places in her on and off again relationship with Channing. She makes us fall in love with the boy who pokes, pulls hair, and gets her in trouble. If you have read the Fallen Crest Series, you were already halfway there. Or at the very least in heated lust with Channing... But now the irreversible effects of Heather Jax's history/opinions is the complete and meltdown of all the walls put in place to protect yourself from Channing Monroe. (Like you stood a chance anyway...)
It's official. My home away from home has expanded. I am now a transplant to the other side of the boundary. I may love Fallen Crest but it seems even I can be convinced that home is where Heather is!
The Boy I Grew Up With is written in a perfect mix of now and then- building up your love so that the foundation became thicker as the hurts kept coming. You don't need to have read the entire Fallen Crest series to read this book. You don't even need to read Crew...but if you want to understand Heather on the intrinsic level that Channing does, you need to follow the entire path of their relationship. Start at the beginning with Fallen Crest High and finish out the series, move onto Crew, and round it out with The Boy I Grew Up with. You will learn to love them all..one bad decision at a time!
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
4 of 5 stars
~ Review Coming Soon ~
* About the two separate covers! *
This is not something I normally do! I don't think I've ever done this before with having a different ebook cover than the paperback cover, but with Heather's book, both images spoke to me. He was Channing and she was Heather. I felt both needed their moment because this book is truly from both of them.
I hope everyone comes to love both of these covers as much as I do.
Other stuff to mention (if possible!)
I'm doing a signed Crew paperback giveaway here!
Crew is leaving Kindle Unlimited first week of November.
Amazon will go LIVE on Oct 29th
“What are you doing here?”
His arms tightened a little around me, and his hand rubbed over my leg. I was buck naked in his arms. I should’ve dressed, but I didn’t have the energy.
His breath felt good on my neck as he answered. “I was up with the guys. I missed you.”
Meaning: he’d either been fighting or drinking with the group of guys he considered more family than family.
I lifted one of his hands to inspect the knuckles, rubbing a thumb over them. “They don’t look bruised up.”
His body tensed, all six feet of pure muscle.
Channing had a face for the fashion runways, a body of tattoos that could appear in any magazine, and an attitude that made him a leader among the rowdiest and most criminally inclined. He was whip smart, ruthless, cunning, cocky, and had a charming side that had started some of our fights. He could be too charming at times, putting his name on a lot of girls’ to-do lists. It’d been a problem for us since we were kids, and though it’d gotten better over the last few years, I knew women came onto him regularly.
But being transparent here, that wasn’t the cause of our problems lately.
His voice was quiet. “I wasn’t fighting.”
I turned and tried to smell his breath. There was a slight trace of bourbon, but that might’ve been mine. “You don’t seem drunk either.”
He chuckled, his eyes studying every inch of my face. He did this when he was trying to figure out where I was going with my statements and if that’d take us into a fight. We acted like we were married and in our sixties by now.
His thumb went to my mouth and pressed there, softly. “I really was just hanging out with the guys. Cruz came over, said you closed for him. I gambled, thought maybe you’d be up—or not.” That dimple again. “I was hoping just to slide in next to you.”
I sighed, and his thumb caressed my cheek before his hand returned to my leg. I moved back, resting in his arms again.