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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 6, 2014
My sister’s a slut. It’s common knowledge she’s already had sex several times, and according to gossip she gives okay hand jobs but is excellent at fellatio.This book is about a cold-hearted teenaged girl with serial-killer aspirations who has a sister who is a 15-year old whore-in-training. It is terrible. It is slightly better than the absolutely atrocious Dear Killer, but considering how bad Dear Killer was, it’s not saying much.
Her popularity is milked from others, her blond hair is fake, her okay grades come from cheating, and she plays the I’m-your-best-friend game a little too well.Daisy, who is repeatedly…
I walked in on her having sex last year. She didn’t miss a beat as she kept riding the guy and glanced over to me in the doorway.Presented…
She’ll end up pregnant. Watch. Or with an STD.As…
After you provide him with your outstanding fellatio services? I want to ask, but nod my head instead.A slut.
I speculate on Daisy’s reasons behind giving so much head. I suspect she doesn’t want an STD or to turn up pregnant. But does she realize she can get an STD in her mouth? Does she realize how nasty it is to be swallowing all that spunk?Presenting your own little sister as a slut. That’s a new fucking low. I have never, ever encountered a book that does it to this fucking extent, and I am absolutely disgusted by it.
The second one shows them kissing, tongues and all.Slut shaming is disgusting, female vilification is disgusting, and I am sickened by this book.
The third one shows them having sex, her on top.
The fourth one shows her giving him a hand job.
I step down and scramble through dirt and leaves, looking for my pick. I’m such an idiot.Lane is a brilliant soon-to-be-17 year old. She has always been fascinated with serial killers. She wants to be one. And what better targets for a serial killer with an FBI-agent mom than…serial killers themselves?
I’m doing everything wrong. I’m in the opposite direction!
If it is my destiny to be a killer, I’m going to need a type. And today decides that my type will be criminals—specifically, those who have managed to avoid punishment.Using her naturally brilliant skills, she starts to track down killers, murderers, would-be-criminals, and hunts them down like any good vigilante.
…the Masked Savior.”But there’s a new serial killer in town, and The Decapitator has got his eyes on her. He begins sending her notes…threatening Lane and her family. Lane feels a sense of thrill. As he pursues her, will Lane be able to find the killer?
I just don’t have emotions over the usual things, and to me that has its advantages.Start fluttering over men like…Dr. Issa, the hot 25-year old veterinarian.
We click in this interesting way I’ve never really experienced before. Like there’s this magnetism between us that carries the possibility for a powerful explosion.And hot fellow high-school student, Zack, who seems irresistibly drawn to her, who seems to be a poor replacement?
There is no softness, no teasing. There’s only tongues and hunger. Fortunately, I like it. Unfortunately, I’m thinking of Dr. Issa.And more importantly, can she find the killer before her poor little 15-year old sister falls pregnant from her slutty ways?
I don’t bother telling her to shut up. What a slut.What a stupid bitch of a sister.
All I know is that I’m different. Always have been. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know something was off in me.Lane is different, special. She is nicknamed “Slim” because of how slim she is. Naturally, she thinks she’s average, with her 5’8 height, her slimness, her wild red hair. In the real world, we’d call her a runway model.
“Lane, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”Zach sees it.
“You’re intelligent. Independent. And, clearly, you’re not here to impress anyone.”Zach, who was supposed to be dating her sister Daisy. Who came over to talk to Daisy but but ends up asking Lane out instead.
It’s almost like Zach came over to socialize with me and Justin.Zach, who only has eyes for Lane.
“Would you like to go out with me sometime?”
People who lack emotion and fantasize about violence. Intelligent people who on the outside seem normal.She’s smart. She’s brilliant. She’s calculating. She’s cold. She loses her fucking temper.
Interesting thing is, I fit that profile.
Yes, I guess I did beat the shit out of her. Rewind the clock and I could’ve handled things differently. Talked to her. Hit her once, not multiple times. I’m irritated with myself for allowing my temper such free reign.The Romance:
This is messy. It’s all I can think of as we have sex. But I roll with it. I do it. I get it over with and get in the shower as soon as I can.Moan. Gasp. Give me more, baby. Oh yeah. That’s the spot. Yawn.
“What made you drink?”Spare me.
“God, I think I just fell a little harder for you.”
I don’t know why. All I did is ask him a question.