Confessions of a Queen B* (Th Queen B #1) by Crista McHugh-Review and Excerpt
Amazon.com / Amazon.ca / B&N / KOBO / Google Play / iBooks
About the book: Release Date July 28, 2015
Alexis Wyndham is the other type of Queen B—the Queen Bitch.
After years of being the subject of ridicule, she revels in her ability to make the in-crowd cower via the exposés on her blog, The Eastline Spy. Now that she’s carved out her place in the high school hierarchy, she uses her position to help the unpopular kids walking the hallways.
Saving a freshman from bullies? Check.
Swapping insults with the head cheerleader? Check.
Falling for the star quarterback? So not a part of her plan.
But when Brett offers to help her solve the mystery of who’s posting X-rated videos from the girls’ locker room, she’ll have to swallow her pride and learn to see past the high school stereotypes she’s never questioned—until now.
REVIEW: As Alexis’ school day starts, she happens upon a group of jocks harassing an underclassman. She stops the shenanigans, much to the jocks’ disappointment, because they know they’ll end up on her blog if they continue, along with the pictures she snapped of what was going down. Feeling pretty good about that, she heads into her first class where she finds out that she is going to have to do a project……….with a partner. When she realizes that Brett, the high school quarterback who is part of the “in” crowd is going to be her partner, she is not impressed. But, as they start laying out the parameters of their partnership, he tells her that he’s serious about his grades as well and that she can just get over herself. They’re “parents” after all and have to do what’s best for their “baby”. Yeah, right…………
When the Queen Bee (you know, the snooty head cheerleader) finds out that Brett is paired with Alexis, the barbs start flying. But, Alexis is not swayed. She has an assignment and she will see it through and everyone else be damned. Alexis and Brett start spending a little time together, purely for the sake of the assignment, and it doesn’t seem all bad. However, when Alexis finds out that someone is posting X-rated videos from the girls’ locker room, and her little sister was one of the victims, let’s just say hell hath no fury. When she tells Brett what’s happening, he genuinely wants to help her find out who it is and bring him down. As they start spending more time together, Alexis realizes that maybe Brett isn’t as bad as she thought. “Stupid teenage hormones…..” She actually spends a little time with him at his home and soon finds out that the “golden” child may not have such a “golden” home life, as his father is very demanding and overbearing.
When they finally find out who has been recording the videos in the girls’ locker room, things don’t go quite as Alexis had envisioned. She is out to destroy him, but when they find out a little about his background, Brett implores her to look at the big picture and maybe, just maybe, be a little less Atilla the Hun and a little more understanding. When she finally talks to the principle, she handles the situation as best as she could, and was a little surprised that she could actually be nice. Stranger things HAVE happened! Ha!
I loved this book! Alexis is a great character, even though she has a chip on her shoulder about the size of a small car. When her best friend read her diary out loud to everyone when they were in the seventh grade, she changed. Who wouldn’t? She didn’t let that humiliation define her as much as she was emboldened by it and made it her mission in life to stop the “in” crowd from bullying those that they deemed less fortunate, at least in the social hierarchy of high school. She has a long way to go, though. In her campaign to stop bullying, she is skirting being one herself, even though she is on the side of good. I loved Brett as well. Even though he’s totally taken with Alexis, he doesn’t overwhelm her with liking her. He takes it slow because he knows he’ll have to work hard to win her over. Great supporting characters in this one too. Alexis’ two best friends were awesome and I can’t wait to find out more about them. I normally hate cliffhangers, which this one ended with, but I can totally see why it ended the way it did. More to come…..lots more!! J I could totally relate to this story, as I think most who went through high school would. If you’re a fan of the Young Adult genre, you will totally love this book and the characters Crista has created. No one creates their world like Crista McHugh. In everything I’ve ever read that she’s written, I’ve been pulled into the story from the first word, and you will be too. I just hope she doesn’t’ make me wait too long to see where Alexis and Brett are headed! Well done, Crista McHugh!! Once again, very, very, very well done!!
Copy supplied by the author
Reviewed by Vickie M
Brett texted me to say he’d meet me at my locker for the doll handoff. I drove to school, my stomach doing little flip-flops of glee, anticipating that Brett would look as miserable as I felt yesterday.
No such luck.
If anything, the jerk looked better than normal.
He grinned and started unstrapping the carrier when he saw me. “Made it on time today, eh?”
“How can you be so cheerful after that thing kept screaming all night?”
“I’ve got the diaper-bottle-burp drill down. Once you have it, you’ll see it’s easier with babies.” He held out the carrier with the doll still strapped inside. “Should I help you put it on again?”
“So you can feel me up in the process?” He was so perfect, it was infuriating, so I had to find a flaw in him. In this case, it was turning his offer to help into a dick move.
“If that’s an invitation…”
Sure, if you want to, that traitorous little voice in my head replied.
“It’s not,” I snapped, ignoring the rush of heat that flowed along the surface of my skin while I tried to navigate my arms through the confusing tangle of straps.
He raised both brows. “Are you always this stubborn?”
“I don’t need a man to help me out with something as simple as this.” Except somehow, I’d managed to put the carrier on upside down and was holding the doll by its head to keep it from falling out.
“May I please help you so we don’t both end up with Fs because you dropped the kid?” He came closer, that annoying bemused grin still on his face, and took the doll out of the carrier. “Just unbuckle it here, turn it around, and secure everything before you try to put the baby in.”
His finger brushed the area along my ribs when he pointed out where I should unbuckle it, and a delicious shiver raced up my spine. I hated my hormones sometimes, especially when they overruled my brain concerning Brett Pederson. It was screaming for me to run away before I made a fool of myself by drooling over him, but I ended up inching closer to him. I’d always thought his eyes were plain brown, but the sun streaming in from the skylight above revealed tiny flecks of green and gold in them.
And those eyes were fixed right on me.
“Yo, Pederson, you’re playing a dangerous game getting that close to her without protective equipment on,” Sanchez shouted from down the hall, ruining what had been a “moment.”
As if I was capable of having a moment with Brett.
“I’ve got it under control,” Brett shouted back before dropping his voice to add, “You’re not going to hurt me, right?”
“On what?” He wasn’t backing away, so neither would I.
“On how pissed off you’re going to make me.”
“And how would I piss you off?”
He was baiting me. I knew he was, and yet I played right along with him. “Your existence pisses me off.”
“Is that all?” His grin widened.
The asshole was mocking me.
“Do I need to make you a list?” I shoved him back and adjusted the carrier, following his instructions.
“Maybe. How long would that list be?”
I snatched the doll back and tucked it away. “Not worth my time.”
I’d barely made it ten feet before Richard fell into step beside me. “Okay, what is going on between you two, because that was some serious tension?”
“The only tension between us is the one in my arm that’s keeping me from slapping that arrogant little smirk off his face.”
Richard pretended to cover his mouth, mimicking a shocked expression. “Oh my God, you’ve progressed to violent thoughts. Do we need to schedule an intervention at the fro-yo place this afternoon so we get all that hostility out over a cup of mocha chocolate chip?”
“No, thank you.” I liked my hostility right where it was. It was the only thing keeping me from admitting that yeah, maybe I was slightly attracted to Brett.
I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see Summer looping her arm through his. The message was as clear as day. He was hers, and I had no chance in hell of ending up with someone like him.
Not that I’d want to. It would mean I’d have to be nice to Sanchez and the rest of the team.
But that didn’t keep me from thinking about how things might be different if we weren’t in this tiny microcosm of hell called high school.
Crista McHugh is an award-winning author of fantasy and romance who writes heroines who are smart, sexy and anything but ordinary. She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.
She is an active member of the Romance Writers of America (including the Greater Seattle Chapter and the Seattle Eastside Chapters), and Romance Divas.
Just for laughs, here are some of the jobs she’s had in the past to pay the bills: barista, bartender, sommelier, stagehand, actress, morgue attendant, and autopsy assistant.
And she’s also a recovering LARPer. (She blames it on her crazy college days)
Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads