I have no idea how to write this review. I am sleep deprived and hungover (from this book) as fuck. Did I steal a quote from Maddoc, and insert Meagan’s name? Yes, I did- BECAUSE IT IS EFFECTIVE.
Meagan Brandy is fucking trouble. The best kind.
This story is making proverbial waves in the Romance community right now, and at the time of writing this it currently sits high in the top 100 paid in Kindle store. It is easily being compared to other series of similar nature that have come before it- but do NOT let that get your panties in a twist. Meagan has taken a particular niche in the mature young adult/ NA (New Adult) genre (specifically the lives of rich boys, poor girls and all the exaggerated drama it can bring, not to mention sexual exploits that I only dreamed about when I was in High School) and put her own spin on it. With so few stories in this particular group of tropes, it’s hard not to compare (or for those bitter bitches, to say it’s a blatant copy).
Boys of Brayshaw High is my first book by Meagan, and it sure as fuck won’t be my last. Especially since I would probably be willing to kill a kitten to get my hands on BoBH #2.
“Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way.”
Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for “troubled teens”.
I didn’t listen, and now I’m on their radar.
They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they’ve deemed me fit.
Too bad for them, I don’t follow rules.
Too bad for me, they’re determined to make sure I do.
Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings…these are the boys of Brayshaw High.
And I’m the girl who got in their way.
I was not expecting this book, or these characters. Raven Carver is the hero we all need. She is 17, and has lived a life that has hardened her into someone who knows how to handle her shit. How to defend herself, how to survive.
“Mess with me again… and see what happens. I don’t play poker, princess, I lay it all out upfront. You’ve got a problem? Put it on the table or find another to play your little game.”
It’s hard to be frustrated by her lack of attachments (to people and things), at her unwillingness to trust anyone. She lives by doing what needs to be done and nothing more. She isn’t sorry for it, and doesn’t expect pity. She is observant as fuck, and that is one of her key survival skills, knowing how to read a situation, how to read people. You want her to trust, to admit to herself that she is allowed to and can have feelings other than a perpetual simmering rage and inherent mistrust. I have a serious girlcrush on our RaeRae and the fact that she grows as a character (spoilers alert: for someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she surely knows how to make one hell of a noble sacrifice) by the end of the book makes it harder not to love her.
The boys of Brayshaw are what reverse harem dreams are made of. And I mean, there is that ONE SCENE.
But April, what is a reverse harem? I’m so glad you asked! Easiest answer is this: … the gentlemen in question – at least three of them, usually more – solely focus all their care on our heroine, and only on our heroine, at all times. [credit: WHERE (ALL) THE BOYS ARE — REVERSE HAREMS EXPLAINED]
Maddoc, Captain and Royce demand respect. They don’t ask for it. Ever. In fact, I’m certain they don’t ask for anything- they take it or it’s given to them freely.
“It’s funny though, it’s usually the preppy jocks wth gelled up hair and button-ups who run around believing their dicks are magic who run shit. The ones with clean and clear paths to ivy leagues and legacies, those are the type most choose to follow, oping for an arm in.
But these three…they’re the exact opposite of a pretty boy.
The way they walk, all tall and assertive, forceful and dripping in swag, a physical dominance so solid it commands your attention- there’s nothing clean cut or classic about them. And if my intuition is as on point as usual, then the line they walk is a little more than crooked. “
These boys are a unit- they move, and think as one (yet clearly, their roles within are defined), and only trust each other. They have a connected past, raised together as brothers despite not sharing blood. They wear a mask, but that mask cracks after Raven chips away at it- unknowingly. She gives each of the boys something they need, “someone for Captain to care for, someone for Royce to worry about, someone for Maddoc to protect.” And while our RaeRae thinks that’s all there is to it, she’s blessedly ignorant.
“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” He pushes closer, his expression angrier. “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”
Some may (and have said) there is no plot to this, but I disagree- BOBH is the set up, it’s the slow incline on an angst driven drama roller coaster, the cliffhanger being exactly that- you, hanging there, knowing you’re about to fucking fall, because with self-sacrificing comes some of the best emotional, frustrating, yet exciting rides.
While to some, this story may “drag”, and I get it (I personally don’t think so, but hey- opinions, am I right?), but I think it’s done deliberately- setting you up for what is to come. There is more to this than privileged boys who all gravitate towards a girl from the literal wrong side of town- they aren’t good boys, they have skeletons dancing in their closets same as Raven, and I can not wait to dance with them in the following books.
This is the kind of story you become easily addicted to, staying up until you are sleep drunk, and then you ask yourself why is it so fucking special? What about this (amazing) nonsense is so intoxicating? And I think a big draw is the taboo element. The story itself isn’t taboo, but the fact that us grown ass women (mid thirties, here) are reading and lusting after 18 year olds (shamelessly, might I add) increases the exhilaration while reading.
I will absolutely be pushing this book into the hands of anyone who is willing to inhale the fantasy of it, the escape this deliciously, deviant spectacle of lusty fiction provides.
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