Chelsea M. Cameron - Into Your Arms (Squad Stories, #1)
Published: May 30, 2017 by St. Martin's Press
Genres: New Adult, Realistic Fiction, Romance
Except Rhett is the last person to turn down a dare, especially when it comes from a pixie-sized blonde. When Rhett wows the squad and becomes Freya’s stunt partner, his hands come far too close for comfort. But as Freya and Rhett’s hot post-practice sessions bring them closer, she risks her secrets being revealed. Can Freya chance exposing who she really is to the guy who wasn’t supposed to win her heart?
~Freya and Rhett are truly - oh, truly - the love story of our decade. She's a cheerleader. And soon, so is he. However, he decides to join their squad, upon a drunken dare, and much to Freya's shock, a handsome boy, who is possibly named after the mouthy charmster in Gone With The Wind, and you may never hear the end of it, especially once they're on the same cheer squad.
Rhett and Freya are both obviously going places, as they're in college, and Freya is some sort of child-psychology major. Both of them, obviously, sadly, have tragic backstories. The romance aspect is the mood-killer. I saw a few DNFs on the GR page, identifying this.
If the occurrence is not sexual, it will somehow be seen as such. Every situation was made awkward or swoony. If they were at tryouts, and they have to participate in trustfalls or tumbles, which require teamwork and trust and general athletic seriousness and they're portrayed more as romantically/gently/floating into one's arms and taking in the ambiance.
I brace myself as Rhett dips and then throws me in the air. I just do a straight cradle, turning slightly to the side so he can catch me.
I land in his arms and take a second to settle. My arms are around his neck, and his face is ... really close to mine. We're both breathing hard. Harder than we should be.
"You wanna put me down?" I ask in a squeaky voice.
"You're going to cut yourself," his voice says right behind me. I bet if I back up, I'm going to bang right into him.
Get a grip, Freya.
Rhett is The Perfect Guy in one mashup. (The amount of Gone With The Wind references in this book was unnecessary.) He knows how to cook (as in, seriously cook) (as in, caramel French Toast, pancakes dolloped in syrup) how to breakdance, comforts girls when they cry, but mostly, he had nothing going for him. Like: a major. And instead of joining the cheerleading squad, could he not join the dance crew or a fraternity?
Literally, Freya was so serious about her major because she wanted to work with children in her future, but Rhett's manly-man thought train tends to overwhelm the reader's view of him. In this case, mine.
Her cheeks color, and I think she's happy with the compliment because she bites her bottom lip a little. Fuck. That's hot.
Being friends with Freya is not going to be easy.
Down, boy, I say to my dick.
This book is an advocate of many lovely things, like supportive female friendships and breaking boundaries and Tori, who will literally sacrifice a limb to protect the everlasting power of girlhood. This is one of those books, where I just didn't get the point of the ending, but they were happy and uneducated and they had each other, so that's what matters. Yay yay.
Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine, whose books include Deeper We Fall. She's a red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car, tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman) and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.