Happy Friday, everyone! It’s the start of the weekend, which I hope you all have wonderful plans in store to enjoy.
Now, we’re at #9 on The Book Catalog, and it is The Love Chronicles.
The Love Chronicles is the first spin-off of the In Love With My Best series, focusing on the children of Camille and Trevor (Andie) and Tia and Charles (Dexter). This coming-of-age story depicts a time jump, following the journey of young characters and their friends as they navigate their senior year at Williamson High School.
As they prepare to go to college, Andie and Dexter have been best friends growing up. However, during high school, they find themselves living in two different worlds. Dexter is the popular guy at Williamson, while Andie is a bookworm focused solely on getting into Yale. When the two are assigned to work on a class project together, they have no idea that this project will change their lives forever.
What I love about this story is the growth between Andie and Dexter. Dexter realizes that there is more to life than just going to the next party, while Andie learns to truly embrace life. Together, they bring out the best in each other, making them the perfect couple.
Although this is a new adult book, I believe anyone can relate to this story as it may remind you of your first or current love.
The series consists of five parts: The Love Chronicles, Say That You Love Me, How Deep Is Your Love, Love You for Life, and Endless Love.
The entire series is special to me because of the developing relationship between Andie and Dexter. As the series progresses, you will definitely feel as if you are part of their relationship, experiencing their struggles, enjoying their happy moments, and facing new journeys together.
The Love Chronicles is available for free during the BRAE event, which runs until November 16th. Make sure to grab your copy now to begin the series.
Here is an excerpt from the story told from Andie’s perspective. Enjoy!
January, 2034
Senior year is the empirical time of your life when everything matters. From what college you choose to how you carry yourself around your peers, senior year pretty much makes or breaks the rest of your life. For me, anyway. And I guess I’m the only one who felt this way since my classmates only cared about who was throwing the next party or getting laid. That’s probably why I have the highest GPA in my class and am slated to be valedictorian. It's an accomplishment I’d worked so hard to achieve.
It was the beginning of the new semester as we returned from winter break. This was our last semester before graduation, so the slackers better get a move on it if they want to actually graduate.
Speaking of slackers…
I stood by my locker as I watched Dexter coming down the hall with his “posse” as he called it. In my opinion, they were a bunch of losers who smoked weed all day. I’m surprised they made it to school on time.
He looked at me and rolled his eyes before going to his locker, which was across from mine.
“I don’t see how you grew up with him and never wanted to jump his bones.”
I looked over and saw my friend, Mashawn Peterson, standing by my locker. She was your typical dreamer who wanted some handsome guy to sweep her off of her feet and they live happily ever after. Even I know that only happens in fairy tales.
“Because Dexter Robinson has been with practically every girl, and possibly some teachers, at Williamson High School. Besides, unlike you, I’m not focusing on guys. I really have to buckle down and get my GPA up for Yale. I missed early entrance, so I’m trying to see if I can get in by the fall.”
“Why did you miss early entrance?”
“Because I wanted my SAT score to be 1600. I only made 1540, so I retook the test.”
Mashawn shook her head and sighed. “Always the perfectionist.”
“Which will pay off. Once Yale sees my credentials, they won’t have a choice but to let me into the program in the fall. I’m the poster child for the college elite.”
“What a bore!” Andrew Pierce, one of Dexter’s friends, yelled out.
“You need some fun in your life, and I’m willing to provide it, if you know what I mean,” his other friend, Damien Campbell, hollered while thrusting his pelvis. I watched them make fools of themselves in the busiest hallway at Williamson.
I shook my head and closed my locker. “And this is the next generation that could be running this country. What a shame,” I muttered.
I stared at Dexter, who shook his head. “Leave her alone, and stop acting as if you two don't have any common sense,” he scolded his friends.
They shrugged, and Dexter nodded at me. I rolled my eyes at him and headed down the hall. I looked behind me, quickly taking in everything about him: his deep mocha skin, chocolate eyes, the bit of facial hair that made him look older than 17, and his body, which was strong and muscular. I definitely wasn’t blind; he'd grown up from the little boy who tried to feed me booger sandwiches in second grade. He was fine, but we had grown apart since we were little. He’s more into girls and his social status and I’m more into my future.
“What was that?” Mashawn asked, looking from me to Dexter.
She almost bumped into someone before falling into step with me.
“What was what?”
“That look you and Dexter gave each other.” I shrugged.
“It was nothing, Mashawn.”
“It was. I’m sure you still have a little crush on him.”
No. I never have. He was kind of like a brother to me.”
“God, you’re lucky. If I was you, I'd be climbing through his bedroom window every day and night. Did you ever do that, a la ‘Dawson’s Creek’?”
“Dawson who?”
“Oh my God! You've never heard of ‘Dawson’s Creek’? That's nostalgic TV.”
“I told you, I don’t watch TV.” “You really need to live a little. Anyway, Dawson and Joey were really good friends, and she used to come into his room through the window. That’s why I said that.”
"We only did that once, and that was because he was afraid of the dark."
“How was he able to climb through since it was night?” “I shined a flashlight. He almost fell, but he made it safely.”
I glanced back at his locker again, and he was now talking to some girl. Her hand rested on his bicep as he grinned widely.
The crowd was getting heavy, so I couldn't see him anymore. I shook my head, wondering why I was even looking at him. We barely talked anymore and when we did, it was because we were around our parents; we didn’t have a choice.
I looked straight ahead and went to my first class. I had to stay focused, and I wouldn't accomplish anything thinking about Dexter.
Check back tomorrow to see what book made #8 on The Book Catalog.
Until then, happy reading! :-)
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