Ashtyn Moretti is ready for the best summer of her life. But her parents have other plans when they drop the bomb that her perfect summer will be spent… Away from home. Away from friends. Away from half her family. Armed with her Summer from Hell playlist and a Kindle full of book boyfriends, Ashtyn prepares to face what she is sure will be the worst summer of her life. Or will it be? Flynn James has one thing on his mind—the success of his band Marlowe. He’s focused and doesn’t have time for any distractions, and that includes facing his past. But then a petite brunette comes walking into the pub where he works. Neither Ashtyn or Flynn were looking for love but they can’t deny their obvious attraction. Ashtyn’s summer has been full of lies. The last thing she expects is for Flynn to be one of the liars too. Can she forgive his lies and turn her summer around? Can Flynn keep his secrets without losing everything? Or will this really be the Summer from Hell?
Finding Flynn is a story about Ashtyn & Flynn. These two young adults (Ashtyn just turned 18, and Flynn is 21) meet when Ashtyn has a fight with her mum, and ends up in a bar where Flynn is playing music. The story revolves around them getting to know each other over the summer time. Ashtyn has been lied to in the past and refuses to allow anyone else in her life to lie to her. The story comes to a head when she discovers Flynn has lied to her, and has been keeping secrets. Flynn is a part of a band, and the secondary characters are slowly revealed to the reader in a way that will set them up for future reads.
Throughout the book, the author creates chapters from alternate points of view, allowing the story to flow and create tension and drama from both main characters. They act in a natural young adult way, although I feel that Ashtyn shows great maturity for an eighteen year old (this isn’t a bad thing!) Although the book is called Finding Flynn, I really think this book is all about Finding Ashtyn AND Finding Flynn. The ending is a little abrupt, but I know that the story will flow on as a part of a series, so it doesn’t seem like I’ve been cheated out of an ending.
Congratulations to Alexandria Bishop on her debut novel. Looking forward to more from the Marlowe series.
We’re strolling through a nearby empty park. Leaves are dancing in the light breeze, and a creek is babbling gently nearby. It’s quiet and peaceful but it isn’t doing anything to help calm my nerves. Although we came out here to talk, we haven’t said a word. I open my mouth and immediately close it. My mouth is dry like I just spent all day rocking out at Warped Tour, leaving my tongue like a sheet of sandpaper. I lick my lips hoping to produce some saliva and ask, “Are there any drinking fountains nearby?” Flynn gets a shit-eating grin and points to a giant statue with fountains on all sides. “Over there.” I take a giant gulp that I immediately spit right back out. Unfortunately, Flynn is standing within shooting range and gets a mouthful of the nasty liquid, which tastes like coppery rotten eggs. I’m not sure which one of us is more shocked but I can’t hold in the laughter. The pain in my side is almost unbearable. I almost don’t hear Flynn say, “You think that’s funny, do you?” Not understanding his tone, I look up to a blazing green fire. I don’t know whether to be scared or seriously turned on. I turn to run but he grabs me and flips me around. My body shakes with fear and desire as Flynn rubs his hands up and down my arms. I don’t speak, too terrified of what I would say but even more terrified of ruining whatever is happening. I nervously gnaw on my bottom lip and he zones right in on it and licks his own. Leaning forward, I run my hands through his silky hair. He lightly presses his lips to mine, stopping everything around us. Not satisfied with the featherlight kiss, I greedily run my tongue along his bottom lip and use my teeth to gently tug on his lip ring. A guttural groan escapes him, causing my entire body to tingle, right down to my toes. Suddenly I understand what all those girls are feeling in the romance novels I devour. This single kiss will ruin all future kisses for me. Letting go of his piercing, I push my tongue against his mouth and he grants me access. The moment our tongues tangle, the air around us thickens and everything shifts. Flynn’s hands trail my body. Everywhere he touches, my body is on fire. My back hits cold stone, and I wrap my leg around his waist. Flynn lifts me and both legs hook around him. His hardness hits my sweet spot and I let out a husky moan, causing him to rock against me. My eyes roll back into my head and I throw it back, unable to control myself any longer.