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“Hey, 6B.” – Chapter 5.

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 1,413

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Colin Shea, Natash Romanov “Nancy Rushman”, Daisy Darling, OFC Dane

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  Already over half done typing this out into Word. Yay. Posting this today instead of tomorrow because tomorrow will be reading theme day. It’s odd how much I love this story. But then, it is sort of my crack ship… I mean Peggy and Steve will be forever, but Buck and Colin are way too cute together.

Now, on with Bucky’s story…

 


 

5.

 

Life at See you Latte is boring and redundant. Day two travels along like day one. Burnt coffee keeps me in cash register land while Dane mans the Stark 5000. Incorrect names are becoming the norm. A lot of the same faces all ordering the same drinks from the day before. A few new people order simple combinations.

The one new: Amanda from Bova Bakery down the street restocks our pastries.

“Where do I know you from?” a sultry voice asks.

Shit. My heart stops mid-beat and I lift my gaze from the register screen to find a pair of green eyes studying me like a treasure map. Her pouty, berry tinted lips quirk up into a soft smile, but I can sense the danger underneath her tranquil exterior. Like if I made one wrong move, she’d have me in a reverse choke hold and I’d be begging for my life before I could even blink.

Natasha. But today, she’s wearing a light grey pants suit with a frilly, low-cut, ivory blouse. Her red hair is pulled back into a tight bun. Black-framed glasses rest on the end of her nose. All power. All controlling. But definitely, dangerously feminine.

“Do I?” I ask in a dead tone as I sink my attention back to the screen behind so my bangs can fall like a curtain and hide my face. My insides feel like they’re in a blender. Electricity in my nerves sends my mind into overdrive. Exits—three, one front, one rear, one side. Gun tucked into the self-made pocket in my jacket. My metal hand clenches and unclenches, ready to throw a powerful punch if need be.

I’m overreacting. There’s no need to start a civil war over an assumption.

“What would you like to drink today…I’m sorry. I forgot your name.”

“Nancy.”

Not Natasha today. Huh. Civil war looms in the near future after all.

Her drumming fingernails click against the counter as she places an order for a simple latte and a cinnamon roll. All the while, her eyes are plastered to my head. She’s a black widow waiting for her prey to succumb to the web of lies she’s laying.

She slides her chip card into the reader and utters “Really familiar” under her breath.

Temptation is begging me to write “Natasha” on the cup, but I don’t want her knowing her cover is blown. So I quickly scribble “Nancy” on the cup in the most illegible handwriting and hand the cup to Dane. The transaction completes, the register spitting out the receipt. I hand her the receipt and one of the fresh cinnamon rolls on a plate. “See you latte.”

The woman’s eyes take another pass over my bangs and she moves to the end of the counter to wait for her drink. For now, I am free. But if she shows again, acting as odd, laying another cover on me, I’ll have to move on from Boston. Missions complete or not.

“Excuse me? I’d like a tall mocha Valencia with foam, no whip.”

I push the order on the screen, still keeping my focus away from the red-head. “Name?”

“Are you sure you saw him in the ring store, Sheila? Eddie Vogel? My Eddie?”

Slightly lifting my head, I peer at the blonde. She’s standing stiff and tall as though she’s military, though her expensive red dress warns of an uptight socialite.

I clear my throat and ask slightly louder, “Name?”

“Hold on, Sheila.” Her hand covers the lower half of the phone in her hand and she says, “Daisy.”

“You know, Daisy, a cannoli would go great with that Valencia.”

Daisy rolls her eyes and swipes her card.

Colin peeks around her. “No?”

I hand her the receipt and scribble “Crazy” on the cup and hand it to Dane. He glances at the name. “Love it. You’re on fire today, Bucky.”

“Hey. 6B.” Colin leans his elbow on the top of the register. His head lobs my way, flirtatious grin in full force.

“Colin. What can I get you?” A bland response in comparison, but at least I can talk this time.

“Latte for…” Dane’s eyebrows lift skyward. The cup tilts my way and he asks, “What is this name, Bucky?”

“Latte for Nancy?” the red-head asks, eyes flicking to me.

I nod and Dane hands her the drink. “Did you see the look in her eye? Next time print legibly so I can read the wrong name.” He shifts his attention to Colin. “Are you going to order something today? Or are you going to keep flirting with the best morning cashier I’ve ever had and wind up chasing him away, too?”

Keeping his lazy posture, Colin asks Dane, “Jealous that I’ve never flirted with you?”

Dane grunts and turns to start the Mocha Valencia. Colin stares at me, a kid caught with his hand in the penny candy jar and no money in his pockets.

“What’s with him?” I ask Colin, opting for a less accusatory question.

Colin beckons me to come closer by folding and unfolding his finger. I lean in and catch his freshly showered scent over the aroma of coffee. “He fired me.”

“You were fired?”

“I may or may not have roasted the size of his tiny beans one morning after he wrote me up for sleeping with the other barista in the back of the shop.”

Okay then. New subject. “Today’s drink is on me.”

He licks his lower lip and says, “Thanks, Buck. I owe you one.”

I’m sure I can think of a million and one ways for him to repay me. The cup gets a quick scribble and set on the counter for Dane.

“Are you working tomorrow?” Colin asks.

I glance at Dane and he shakes his head. “Nope. Off all day.”

“Why don’t you come over and we’ll hang out?”

“Will Lindsey be there?”

He stiffens like an animal on alert. “Who?”

“Your girlfriend?”

Colin’s eyes crinkle shut as a riotous laugh booms from him. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then who was…” He leans over the counter, leering like a hunter and I’m the hunted. “No strings, remember?” A long pause passes where I hear nothing but my heart stomping in my ears and the only scent is Colin. “Buck,” drags out for a long beat.

Mission three may have just been prioritized to mission one.

With a quick quirk of his left eyebrow, Colin utters, “I’ve got band practice. I’ll see you later,” and then he leaves as though he wasn’t just flirting with me.

As Colin exits the store, I notice the red-head mumbling to herself—possibly into a com—eyes glued to me. I forgot all about her when he showed. Forgot to hide my face.

Was he really flirting with me? Or is he with…the randomly named red-head over there?

I drop down and start arranging the pastries in the counter, filling holes and neatening display plates. My pulse pounds in my veins when I spy the pants on the other side of the glass.

Using the squeakiest voice I have, I say, “We’re out of pumpkin bread, Dane.”

“Go grab some from the back, would you?” Dane answers.

“I was about to order,” the black widow says in her raspy, sexy voice.

“Just go get those pumpkin breads, I can handle this,” Dane says and starts asking the red-head what she wants.

Keeping low, I turn and walk a few paces before standing tall and bolting in the fastest calm walk I can manage. I shove the swinging door open and dart inside the back room. The door swings outward and I press myself against the wall next to it. After a few more swings the door stills. I peer through the space between the door and the wall and watch as the red-head and Dane interact, no order being taken, and she leaves.

With no customers, Dane opens the door and sees me pressed against the wall. “You don’t have to be so shy about it Bucky. The girl likes you.”

A white card is offered to me. I take it from him. He claps my shoulder like a proud father then goes back to man the front of the store.

The card in my hand flips a few times before I bother to read the black print.

Nancy Rushman
617-555-2368

In bright red letters, she wrote: “Call me sometime. I would love to talk with you.”


 

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Review: Winter

Winter
Winter by Marissa Meyer
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Wow. Let me try to review this book without giving anything away from it or The Lunar Chronicles Series as a whole (though I do have one book remaining to read: Stars Above)

Great story. Love the characters. Read it.

There, that wasn’t so tough. Of course it’s a rotten way to review such a brilliant tale. Now for the real review that I am going to try and not to spoil anything.

I HATE Levana, the Lunar Queen. She was despicable. I wanted to slap her, pull her hair out, and scream at the top of my lungs. But, that being said, what’s a fairy tale without the extreme villain. And what’s a villain without something that will make you feel for them. (The other Lunars made me do it….Um…it’s was Channary’s fault!) Well done from beginning to end.

Emperor Kaito, Kai, redeemed himself in my eyes. It’s about time I could side with him again. Haven’t felt this proud of him since somewhere in the first book back when he first met Cinder.

Cinder…oh, I wish I could just spill it all. Of everything she’s done–not on in this story, but all of them–I love that she has her quirks. The smudges of something on her clothing, face, hair that’s not quite perfect. So relatable. She was a great character to back and root for. I really enjoyed her turn in life taken in Winter. I’m left with a proud smile.

Iko was the odd girl out for me. Being that she was robot turned android…She maintained her “fangirly” ways from beginning to end, also keeping with her devoted friend role. I don’t think CInder would have made it sometimes without Iko at her side.

Jacin…I’m not quite sure what to think about him. Yes, most of what I’ve read made him feel cold and uncaring, though he wasn’t the same person when Winter was around. That was the person I wanted him to be all the time with everyone. I’m not sure if I like him or not.

Winter was the perfect Snow White. She was tortured by her evil queen of a step-monster, Levana. She had Scarlet and Jacin, but that didn’t keep the hallucinations away. Her story was touch and go for a while there…and I’m talking all the way to about the tail-end of the book. I still have questions about her…

Wolf…poor, poor Wolf. Ze’ev. I feel like he never had a shot. That this whole world (well, Earth and Luna) was against him this whole time. The one who repeatedly broke my heart, especially in this tale. Maybe I even sprouted a few tears…I’m glad, though, that he didn’t let the circumstances engulf him completely. I’m glad he went with his gut and fought for what he believed in his heart. I LOVED HIM SO MUCH!

Scarlet. As stubborn as she is awesome. Yeah, she’s had some rough patches over the past few books, and this book was no exception. She proved herself time and time again. No matter the odds, she never gave up.

Cress. Dear sweet hacker that she is. I think I enjoyed her story line more than the rest. (Could be because of Thorne?) But, while Thorne and her paths cross, I think she was the character who seemed to grow the most, going from lonely captive into a person of trust and action, even if it scared her to death. It was fun watching her learn and change for the better.

Thorne. GAH! I LOVE HIM SO VERY MUCH!!! Still, to date, my favorite character in this series. If I could only ever read his story over and over throughout the end of time, I would do so and enjoy every single word. He makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me gasp when something happened…and then I couldn’t find out the outcome for so very long…and I was going insane with worry…and…and…

I can’t say it. Spoiler!!!

While Winter isn’t my absolute favorite of the series (that title still belongs to Cress), there is just so much to love about this retelling of Snow White smashing into Rapunzel, Cinderella and Red Riding Hood. I’m glad I finally read this series. I am blown away. I can almost say for a fact that I LOVE this tale more than the originals. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND this series. SO VERY MUCH!

I honestly bought the books because of the cover art–the colors and imagery–(Yes, I do judge my books by the covers most times) but as I read, I found myself loving the characters more and more. Just an ingenious way to take something as old as time and make it into something as unique as a fingerprint. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I cannot say enough about it.

And I still need that CAPTAIN CARSWELL THORNE’S FANGIRL t-shirt. He was seriously brilliant and so hilarious.

Now, if this is made into a movie (movies), then they had better not screw it up. And they’d better pick someone awesome to play Thorne. (That is all on that.)

One book remains, though the actual series has ended. Here’s hoping for more Thorne and Cress…and of course the rest…except Levana…Bleh.

*A SPRING INTO SERIES READ – MARCH* : Another great book found through the love of the cover art. (see also The Night Circus)

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“Hey, 6B.” – Chapter 4

 

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 916

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Colin Shea, Captain America, OFC “Lindsey”

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  This feels like it’s moving way too fast.


4.

Zipping with the help of a pulley on a line between black snow topped mountains, we aim for the speeding train. The icy air bites at me as I follow a man in a red, white, and blue uniform. He lands on the train first, crouching low. I hit the car behind him, flattening myself against the bitter cold metal and wait for his signal.

The man motions me forward and I follow him down a ladder on the side of a train and into a car. Guns bark, sending bullets at us. We return fire. Bullets fly, buzzing like giant bees as they pass. A humming blast of light knocks us back and he lands on top of me. His hand squeezes my thigh, head tilting close enough for him to kiss me.

“Are you…”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

The man gets to his feet and offers me a hand. I take it and let him help me get to mine as a high-pitched hum revs and vibrates around the train car. I grab his shield and stand between him and the large cannon alive with white light. Another blast knocks the shield from my hands, taking it out of a hole in the hull of the train. I grab for it, but end up falling, grabbing at a metal handle with my arm…my arm his human again…

“Hang on!” the man yells. He steps onto the massive piece of shrapnel barely attached to the train. He extends a red gloved hand my way. “Grab my hand, Buck!”

The worry, the pain, the love. It’s all there, written across his face as he beckons. Staring into his eyes, I reach. Not for him, but for us. I extend myself a little further. Almost there.

Snap! The metal bar I’m holding breaks free from the train.

I mumble, “Save yourself, Steve! I love you,” as I plummet further away…

#

I sit up, my lungs desperate to grab some air. Sweat is pouring off of my forehead and drenching my t-shirt. The sheets are twisted in one hand while I brush through my damp hair with the other. I blink and assimilate my surroundings.

Orange skewed squares press against the ceiling watching over me as always. Dark blank walls welcome me. Drips of water call out from the bathroom sink. It was another nightmare. A dreaded, confusing, and so very haunting realistic dream. As though I was living in that moment.

“You’re fantastic!” comes through the wall and joins in the fun.

“Where were you when I needed to stay awake?” I ask Lindsey through the wall.

“Colin! Yes!”

Not the answer I was searching for, Lindsey.

I fall back onto the bed, propping my head up with my arm and listen to Lindsey’s praises of Colin’s skills and stare at the city lights on my ceiling. My mind keeps going back to that man. How I called him Steve. How it feels like I loved him with all my heart.

“It’s so big! I love it!”

That would be the one thing to peel my gaze from the plaster above and move it to the brick at my left. She could be talking about anything, but with how I am interpreting her praise…

“Colin, you’re a god…more, please.”

…I’m probably correct in my assumption.

Ugh. My stomach roils in guilt for even thinking about Colin in bed. Not when I was just pondering the supposed Steve—because the thought of him makes my heart thrum peacefully. Maybe my stomach is a churning, growling monster because Colin is with a her when he spent his time flirting with me today. Yesterday. Envious because he might not want me in the way I want him. Jealous because Lindsey has been giving him five-star reviews and I’m stuck with a one star arm.

“Ow! Colin! I hate that!”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t tell me what you like, I’m not gonna know what’s off-limits.”

Note to self.

#

Five in the morning arrives with little pomp and no circumstance—I neglected to buy an alarm clock yesterday. Lindsey and Colin finally wore themselves out. City sounds of distant cars and mewing cats took over about an hour ago. I’ve been fighting off sleep and the subsequent nightmares since.

At least I have the repetitive tedium of work to keep me awake in the mornings.

As I turn the key to lock my door and head off to work, 6A’s door pops open. Colin’s grin is a mischievous morning sun, accompanying a “Good morning, 6B.”

I’d gladly return the salutation, but I can’t find a word in my brain. The sight before me has wiped my memory—like I needed more of that—and I can’t function. Well, function beyond standing here with my chin on the floor and gawking like a fool at the Adonis next to me. A very naked Greek god. Naked but for that godawful red, yellow, and blue striped kitchen towel that dangles from his hand and covers his…

“Colin, are you coming back to bed?”

He bends over and picks up the morning edition of The Globe while I try to pick up my chin and wipe the line of drool from it. The newspaper taps against his forehead in a silent salutation. One eye winks and he disappears into his apartment, the door closing quickly.

“Good morning, Colin,” I say to the door then leave for work. It’s going to be a long day.


 

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“Hey, 6B.” – Chapter 3.

{original image used with permission by Thekaskproject-art}

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 1,009

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Colin Shea, Guy in 4D, Bandit (the dog)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  Chapter one of two I’m posting this week since I was too busy to post last week.


3.

If I never see a cup of coffee again…

Granted, I reek of coffee right now. The scent wafts in a three-foot radius around me like an invisible dust cloud. I just want to get upstairs, shower, and decide where I can start looking for information about myself and that man claiming to be my friend.

As I walk home, I barely notice the chilly autumn air nipping at my cheeks. Beyond the idea of de-coffee-ing and my mission, Colin has been taking over my mind. The distraction of the day, wearing that t-shirt advertising “Free Licks” and that playful grin more appropriate for a porno than a coffee shop.

Shit. Note to self: Mission is get information. Forget Colin.

Once I get inside my building, I have my mind clear. I stop at the mailbox in the wall and check my mail. Part of my disguise as a normal citizen. It’s not like I get any mail, seeing as I’ve not had a real life. I’ve considered mailing myself…Oooo…Pizza coupons. Okay, that was worth it.

“Hey, Buck.”

Oh, fuck me. Impossible. Yet undeniable. The drawing out of every consonant in my name. That deep velvety voice. His warm minty breath brushes across the back of my neck. I stop breathing, thinking, and trying not to show any reaction whatsoever. He has no effect on me.

Except he has every effect on me.

“Or should I say, ‘Hey, 6B.” Colin reaches around me and sticks a key into the 6A box. He leans his body into mine as he fishes out a stack of envelopes and newspaper inserts from his mailbox. He shuts the door and locks the box.

“How could you have possibly known my address?” Stealth needs to become my first name.

“I come from a family of cops. I naturally dig up information on people.” His eyebrows lift as he nods towards the flyer in my hand. “Resident, apartment 6B…Anthony’s is the best pizza in the neighborhood.”

My eyes touch the door of the brass mailbox. 6A. This is Mr. Stamina. Also known as Lindsey’s boyfriend-client-lover. The consummate flirt with the nine-hour stamina. Colin. The mere thought…

“Nice meeting you. Again,” I say with a slight crack in my voice. A major misstep. I clear my throat and try again. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” I cringe at the sheer idiocy coming from my mouth and take off for the stairs.

“Who?” Colin asks as he runs to catch up.

I start up the steps. “Your girlfriend? I met her this morning.”

A deep laugh bounces from wall to wall like a small rubber ball gone crazy. “Oh, her? She’s just a friend. Nothing like a no-strings get together, right?”

His hand lands on my metal shoulder. I glance his way and notice his eyebrows waggling. “I suppose not.”

“So, welcome to the building. I hope you got the memo about going on the roof.”

“According to the flyer slipped under my door, it’s off limits.” It doesn’t escape my notice that his hand is still on my shoulder and is squeezing it gently as he walks beside me.

The door for apartment 4D opens as we step onto the fourth floor. A large brown mutt steps into the hall, tethered to his owner by a leash. The large dog almost grins behind the red handkerchief tied around his neck. His tail wags once as we pass each other. His owner yanks the black leash and the dog drops his head and follows.

We’re halfway up to five when Colin removes his hand over my shoulder and peeks over the railing. “Something is up with 4D and his dog. I have them on Google Alert, but the name ‘Bandit’ for the dog nets me nothing but small town articles about general store robberies.” He shakes a finger in the air and adds, “I promise I will find out what is going on. In the meantime, if you see anything…unusual…about 4D, let me know.”

“Sure. What are Google Alerts?” And does he have any on me.

His laugh again—my heart skips a beat as it rings out. Colin grabs his left pec in this fit of laughter. “Oh, Buck. That’s a good one. I had no idea you were so funny.”

“I try?”

We reach our doors on the sixth floor, Colin in front of 6A and I’m 6B. Our keys slide into the locks and turn. Click sings in unison and our doors swing in sync towards our shared wall.

“Well, Buck.” I’m beginning to think he likes to say my name like it’s pure sex. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate.”

A sloppy salute flings from his forehead. He disappears into his apartment, leaving me to stare at the brass 6A on the off-white door.

Colin.

Frustrated air whooshes from me as I walk into my apartment. My jacket lands on the hook near the door. I pull the band from my hair and toss it into the bathroom before jogging down the steps. The stench of coffee is going to stick with me a moment longer. I kick off my shoes and flop on my bed.

Mission One: Research Bucky Barnes. Me. Supposedly. There has to be some sort of information about my past out there. The name Barnes has brought me to Boston, but the real question remains. Can I find myself here?

I intend to at least figure out how Mission Two and I are related.

Mission Two: Navy and white paramilitary uniform. You’re my friend, the Man in Blue proclaimed.

Friend is an amusing concept. For the life of me, there are no friends in what memories I have. There’s barely an account of how I got onto that helicarrier in the first place. If only the Avengers weren’t nesting in New York right now, I’d have answers and Mission Three wouldn’t be an issue.

Mission Three: Get Colin. Either out of my system or into my bed for a night.

That part has yet to be determined, though.


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Review: Fairest

Fairest
Fairest by Marissa Meyer
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I had to take a star off because there was no Captain Thorne in this story at all.

No, seriously. It’s not bad enough I went into this hating Levana as much as I do, but this was a tough read. (And I thought the original Grimm Tales were bad.) I’m in desperate need of some smart-assery and a laugh or two that only Thorne can provide.

Love is a conquest. Love is a war. Here is what I think of love.

This is a very short tale of how Levana, Queen ruler of Luna, came to be. It’s Maleficient meets the Evil Queen meets…I don’t know. A very sad depressive story.

It starts off with a funeral. The King and Queen had been murdered and Channary (I’m sorry if I’m misspelling it) and Levana are in mourning. Channary is the older sister (early 20s) who inherits the crown. Levana is the sixteen-year-old younger sibling who will never be queen.

Except she becomes queen, as the previous Lunar Chronicles have taught us.

In the previous books, I read what a great queen Channary was. How she was Luna’s best queen ever! And as I read this, I kept thinking: This is what they consider the best queen for the throne? Luna, Luna, Luna…You all don’t know what’s what.

Channary was a Class-A B***h! No joke. She was so horrible, it evoked a sympathy for Levana and I felt for her. Never thought that would happen. But yeah, I have to say it now…

I FELT SO BAD FOR LEVANA.

Thankfully, it was an on and off thing. Then off…a lot of off…but then the one secret Levana’s been hiding is revealed, and I almost cried for her. So back on. I really can’t stand her, but that was horrible. Sh may have been a different person had this life altering event never happened…

But, let me say, WOW! There were so many details I didn’t understand until I read this. I thought about Evret, Levana’s husband and Winter’s dad, as an entirely different man than what he was. My heart broke for him. There was more to Winter’s life that we didn’t know. There was more to Selene’s (Linh Cinder) life as princess…and I sort of hoped Levana’s murder attempt was an accident. There was more about Jacin and who he really is to Winter and his life as a child.

Honestly, I enjoyed this. Even if it was so sad. Again, Thorne to the rescue? No. But so worth the read if you’re really enjoying the series. It does add a lot to the overall experience rather than just standing alone on the sidelines.

*A SPRING INTO SERIES READ – MARCH* Can’t believe this series is almost over.

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