Violet is Blue (Hothouse Series): Hothouse
By Tawny Stokes and Vivi Anna
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A novel of secrets, passion, and betrayal....
For the past four years, 18 year old, Violet Taylor has lived her life like her deceased father would’ve wanted. Perfect grades, perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend from the right family. Except now at the end of high school, she realizes that she’s never fully lived, has never taken risks, has always taken the safe and secure road. That all changes when she breaks up with her boyfriend, takes notice of the bad boy who she once shared a kiss with, and starts receiving gifts and phone calls from a mystery guy who makes her quiver with a need she never knew she possessed…
But what started as innocent turns dark and twisted, and Violet finds herself faced with a horrible secret that could destroy everything she once knew and loved.
Coming July 15, 2014
IVY IN BLOOM (Hothouse Book 2)
Tawny Stokes
Biography Tawny Stokes has always been a writer. From an early age, she'd spin tales of serial killers in love, vampires taking over the world, and sometimes about fluffy bunnies turned bunnicidal maniacs. An honour student in high school, with a penchant for math and English, you'd never know it by the foot high blue Mohawk and Doc Martens, which often got her into trouble. No longer a Mohawk wearer, Tawny still enjoys old school punk rock, trance, zombie movies, teen horror films, and fluffy bunnies. She lives in Canada with her fantastical daughter, two cats, and spends most of her time creating new stories for teens. You can visit her at www.tawnystokes.com.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I did really like this book, it was well written, & I could relate to the characters.
It was fast paced towards the end & I did feel that it could of been a bit longer.
This was the first of Tawny's N/A books & I'm looking forward to reading more.
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Violet is Blue (Hothouse Series) - Tawny Stokes
VIOLET IS BLUE
BY
Tawny Stokes
A novel of secrets, passion, and betrayal....
For the past four years, 18 year old, Violet Taylor has lived her life like her deceased father would’ve wanted. Perfect grades, perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend from the right family. Except now at the end of high school, she realizes that she’s never fully lived, has never taken risks, has always taken the safe and secure road. That all changes when she breaks up with her boyfriend, takes notice of the bad boy who she once shared a kiss with, and starts receiving gifts and phone calls from a mystery guy who makes her quiver with a need she never knew she possessed...
But what started as innocent turns dark and twisted, and Violet finds herself faced with a horrible secret that could destroy everything she once knew and loved.
Chapter One
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I jogged down the worn dirt path in the park like I did every morning. My breath was even; my heart rate at a hundred, sweat was just starting to dot my forehead and the skin on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, enjoying the first rays of sun on my face. It was here where I always felt the freest, the most comfortable with my life. Running always made me feel alive and in control.
I followed the path through the thick copse of trees, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. I couldn’t imagine living surrounded only by concrete. I’d go mad if I didn’t have trees and grass to run through, run over. Although, I’d been accepted to NYU, I wasn’t sure I was going to go. Sure, Central Park was nearby, but there were too many people all vying for the same fresh bite of air and worn path.
If my dad were still here he’d tell me to forge my own path no matter where I went.
As I followed the route over the small hill, I could see the rise of the cast iron gates of the cemetery. I ran along the fence then came to the open gate, turning into it and jogging up the rise of another small hill. On top I found the caretaker scrubbing something off my father’s headstone.
He looked up as I approached.
Is something wrong?
I asked.
He stood and shook his head. Nothing to worry about, Miss. I took care of it.
He quickly grabbed his gear and scrambled out of there leaving me alone. Just the way I liked it.
I took a big swig out of my water bottle then ran my fingers over the top of the stone. Morning Daddy.
He’d been gone four years now and I still missed him every day. We’d been super close. And his sudden death had a dramatic impact on my life. It had sent me into a deep depression that I still struggled with. Weekly counseling had helped me get to a place where I didn’t cry every morning and every night hoping and praying my dad would knock on my bedroom door. My counselor had suggested the jogging as therapy. And it had worked immensely. Now I could visit my dad’s grave every day without remorse, without guilt.
I’d been able to understand that the car accident hadn’t been my fault.
After a long hot shower, and changing clothes, I stomped down the stairs of my house, with my backpack over my shoulder. I had to get a move on if I didn’t want to be late for school. I still had to pick up Dahlia and Ivy, and those two were never on time.
And yes, I was fully aware that my two best friends’ names were names of flowers, as was mine. Some at school called us the Flower Power Squad, others, less generous called us the GGs, which stood for Garden Gnomes. To me, they were just my hothouse girls.
Mom, Mark, I’m leaving.
My mom, coffee cup in hand, came around the corner out of the kitchen. Ivy called and said not to pick her up. Her mom insists on driving her.
She arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow in question. Ivy’s mom was a mystery to everyone that knew her.
Right. I forgot that Ms. Watts is trying this new getting in touch with a teenager thing. She saw it on Oprah or something.
Mark, my step-dad, came around the corner to join them in the foyer. Maybe we should try that.
He swung his arm around my mom’s shoulders.
I smiled. Don’t bother. You’re more of a teenager than I am.
He laughed, knowing I wasn’t digging at him for being younger than my mom. I’d known Mark for years even before he married my mom. He’d been friends with my dad before. I first remember meeting him when I was nine or ten at some company party. He gave me a stuffed polar bear which I called Mr. Freezy. Sometimes I thought it was weird that my mom started to date him, and then married him. But I never resented my mom in finding happiness, even if it was without my dad.
Mark never tried to take my dad’s place in the house, or in my life. He’d been up front at the start that he just wanted to be my friend. I’d always appreciated him for that. Because at the beginning I hadn’t been so accepting. I’d thrown a tantrum or two his way.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb in front of an older Colonial house that looked more at home in the south then it did in LA. I tooted the horn on my Mercedes and waited for my best friend Dahlia to come out. I was just about to honk again when the front door opened and Dahlia strutted outside in her three inch platform shoes and barely there skirt.
She slid into the passenger side. Morning Hooker.
Morning.
The drive to school was a flurry of non-stop chatter from Dahlia about celebrity gossip that she feasted on every day, and her trying to find the right song on my iPod for the morning’s drive. By the time she found it, we’d pulled into the school parking lot and parked.
As we crossed the lot, Dahlia asked me, "Did Jordan phone you again last night?
Five times.
What an ass.
I wish he’d get over it. It's been a week. You'd think he'd get the idea by now, that we're not getting back together.
That would cause him to think. Which we both know is impossible.
For the past two and a half years, Jordan Young, star quarterback, all around school golden boy, had been my boyfriend. Everyone had loved us together. All my friends thought he was the shiznit. That I was the luckiest girl alive to nab him. Even my mom and step-dad liked him. Mark had once told he was the perfect guy for me. Up until a week ago, he’d been the perfect specimen of a boyfriend.
Then he slept with Jenny Cobb, the school slut and I realized that he’d been a player all along. That I’d just been too blind to see it.
Together, me and Dahlia neared the school. Unfortunately we had to pass the usual place the popular boys in school gathered. A place we would usually gather at as well, but not this time. Not with Jordan holding court.
I hiked my school bag higher on my shoulder and looked the other way as we walked by.
Morning ladies,
Isaac said, giving us a deep dramatic bow.
Dahlia smiled and finger waved at him. Morning Isaac.
I knew Dahlia had a thing for Isaac who was the smart-ass of the group but I couldn’t let that get in the way of my avoiding Jordan at any cost. I really couldn’t even stand to look at him.
Hey Violet, you giving my man a hard time again?
Nick grinned at me as he slapped Jordan on the back.
He was one of Jordan’s lackeys. I knew that he secretly worshipped Jordan. I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if he had an altar in his closet with one of Jordan’s jock straps at center stage.
Shut up, Nick,
Dahlia said.
C'mon D, let's go.
I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Obviously, Jordan wasn’t going to make it easy for me. He stepped into my path. Can I talk to you please?
Why? What could you possibly have to say?
That I'm sorry. That she means nothing to me.
She must have meant something, if you risked breaking us up.
I made a mistake. Can't we start over?
He reached for me, to touch my face. But I pulled back and avoided his hand.
We have nothing to talk about. It's over. Deal with it.
I turned on my heel and marched off towards the school.
Dahlia had to rush to catch up to me. I glanced over my shoulder one last time, and caught the look of anger on Jordan’s face. He didn’t look none too pleased at being brushed off.
Girl, do you think that was wise?
Dahlia asked.
I stopped and looked