One moment…That’s all it takes to change your life.
One moment of recklessness will change their worlds
Smart. Responsible. That’s seventeen-year-old Breanna’s role in her large family, and heaven forbid she put a toe out of line. Until one night of shockingly un-Breanna-like behavior puts her into a vicious cyberbully’s line of fire—and brings fellow senior Thomas “Razor” Turner into her life.
Razor lives for the Reign of Terror motorcycle club, and good girls like Breanna just don’t belong. But when he learns she’s being blackmailed over a compromising picture of the two of them—a picture that turns one unexpected and beautiful moment into ugliness—he knows it’s time to step outside the rules.
And so they make a pact: he’ll help her track down her blackmailer, and in return she’ll help him seek answers to the mystery that’s haunted him—one that not even his club brothers have been willing to discuss. But the more time they spend together, the more their feelings grow. And suddenly they’re both walking the edge of discovering who they really are, what they want, and where they’re going from here.
Thank you to the publisher for sending me an eARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
I died. Walk the Edge by Katie McGarry killed my emotions–in the best way possible. I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve read anything other than sweet and sexy contemporary romance–that I was overwhelmed with all of the feels (and I mean ALL OF THE FEELS) I experienced while reading Walk the Edge.
Katie McGarry has written an intense, angst-filled, passionate YA romance that I already want to read again! If you read the first book in the Thunder Road series, Nowhere But Here, then you have already been introduced to the Reign of Terror–a community of brothers, a community of protectors, a family. A family who happens to ride motorcycles and has a less than stellar reputation around town. To outsiders, they appear to be more than just the bad boys–they’re seriously dangerous.
But as a reader, you learn that is not the case. In fact, the only danger that Thomas “Razor” Turner presents to our heroine, Breanna, is a danger to her heart. Can two youths from opposite sides of the track overcome the obstacles placed in front of them in order to be together? Why yes, yes they can. Which is why I love this book so much! Breanna and Razor posses an immense amount of strength–both as individuals and as a couple. They don’t run away from their problems, they run towards them, ready to face them head on. If I was in their positions, I don’t know that I would have been able to hold on to my will of strength as long as they did.
I mean, we are dealing with some heavy stuff here. Bullying, depression, death. It’s all heavy, but Katie McGarry writes about it all in such a beautiful way that you can’t help but be inspired by the struggle and the journey she weaves. My heart hurt anytime Razor thought about or talked about his mother. His pain and his anger was also my pain and my anger. I just wanted to go back and hug the little boy he once was. I was glad that Breanna was there to do it for me. She helped Razor find his answers and helped him heal.
Breanna. I’m in awe of how normal and caring she was when she wasn’t being cared for herself. Even though she was surrounded by a large number of siblings and two parents–she was pretty much alone. I found her family to be absolutely horrid (the young ones were okay). I don’t care how much you have going on in your professional lives or how many other children you have that need your attention–when you have a child literally crying out to you for help–you do not brush them off. I was glad that Breanna could come to an understanding of sorts with her family (especially Cara), but it’s clear that they still have a long road ahead of them.
Luckily for Breanna, she has Razor to lean on. Together, they are perfect because they are perfectly imperfect–if that makes sense. Their connection and their chemistry jumps off the page and wiggles its way right into your heart. I was rooting for them the whole time. Their trust in each other was admirable. Their gradual fall into love was beautiful. There were so many conversations between the two that gave me goosebumps because of the intensity of their love.
If you want to read a story that will hit you right in the emotional gut, then Walk the Edge is perfect for you. It’s a truly powerful read, and it’s definitely worth your time and your dollassss. Holla.
I look forward to the Thunder Road books to come.
Note: I read this book without reading the first one of the series, and I was able to follow along with no problems.
I know that the capital of Bolivia is Sucre. I know that the average distance from the earth to the moon is 238,900 miles. I also know that blue whales can go six months without eating. Random, bizarre stuff. That’s what my head is full of. Nothing that will boost my math scores on the ACT or secure me a date to prom. Nothing that will save me and my best friend from this being our last day on the planet.
While my brain is obviously wired differently, there are certain common sense rules all girls in town comprehend. It’s not knowledge that has to be taught, like when I was six and my oldest brother spent weeks teaching me to tie my shoes or how at four my older sister spared a few minutes from her overly important life to show me how to spell my name.
In fact, sitting here on the top step to the entrance of Snowflake High watching this potential disaster unfold, I search my memory for the first person who warned me to steer clear of the Reign of Terror Motorcycle Club.
There was no pamphlet handed out during health class. No sex conversation like the one my mom had with me in Kindergarten because I referred to a certain male body part by the same name as a round toy. Stupid brothers teaching me their stupid slang.
But when it pertains to the threat that is the Reign of Terror MC, it’s not learned, it’s known. Like how an infant understands how to suck in a breath at the moment of birth or how a newborn foal wobbles to his legs. It’s instinctual. It’s ingrained. It’s fact.
“Do you think his motorcycle will work this time?” Addison asks.
“Hope so,” I breathe out, too terrified to speak at a normal level in fear of drawing the scrutiny of the men wearing black leather vests who circle the broke-down bike. Reign of Terror arches over the top of the black vest, in the middle is a half skull with fire blazing out of the eye sockets and drops of fire rain around it. It’s ominous and I shiver.
Addison and I sit huddled close. Legs touching. Shoulders bumped into the other. We’d probably hold hands if we didn’t have our welcome back to school information folders gripped tightly to our chests. Because we can’t spawn eyes in the back of our head, we lean against the large pillar of the overhang so no one can sneak up on us from behind.
It’s edging toward nine in the evening but the August sun hasn’t completely set. Darkness, though, has claimed most of the sky. Temperatures during the afternoon hit over a hundred and I swear the concrete stairs and pillar absorbed every ounce of today’s sunshine and is not transferring the heat onto my body.
Sweat rolls down my back and I shift to peel my thighs off the step. Why I thought it was a fantastic idea to wear the jean skirt, I have no idea.
I take that back. I do have a clue for my clothing choice. Tonight is the first time my entire grade was together in one room since the end of last year. My goal for the year may seem simple to some, but to me, it sometimes feels impossible. I’d like to be seen, to be known as something more than freakishly smart Breanna Miller at least once before I leave this town. I’d like to somehow find the courage to be on the outside who I am on the inside.
An annoying sixth sense informs me that I’m about to make a huge impression—on the evening news: two friends on the verge of starting their senior year vanish without a trace. Because that’s how motorcycle clubs would handle this—they’ll kidnap us and then hide our bodies after they’re finished with whatever ritual act they’ll use to perform.
My knee begins to bounce. Mom and Dad left after my failed attempt to convince them to let me attend High Grove Academy and they promised to return in time for pickup.
The senior welcome session ended at eight and the parking lot cleared out by eight twenty. The straggling parents arrived by eight thirty and that left Addison and me alone with blond-haired biker boy and his dilapidated machine.
He called his buddies around the same time I tried the various members of my family for the fiftieth time. His gang showed in a chrome procession in less than ten minutes. I’m still waiting to hear from anyone I’m related to.
About Katie McGarry:
Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine’s 2012 Reviewer’s Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.