Publisher's Summary: She doesn't see dead people, but…
She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally.
Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about her need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason, only Kaylee knows who'll be next…
Before I started reading, I didn’t fully know what this book (or the Soul Screamers series) was about; the only thing I really knew is that several of my blogger friends are absolutely in love with the series, and they all have the major hots for a particular grim reaper. But when I picked up My Soul to Take, I quickly learned that the story was a modern story with some Irish bean sidhe mythology thrown in. Who would have thought that such a story would totally rock…a story with a female who screams and wails when someone is about to die or when someone actually does die?
There were more than enough crazy, heartbreaking and horrific moments and twists in My Soul to Take. Some of the twists I put together pretty early on, but several I did not at all see coming! But I have to admit; even when this one particular twist (that I did predict) finally did present itself, it still had a major effect on my emotions.
I love the cute romance between Nash and Kaylee! They seem so cute together. But I have to say that it did bother me quite a bit that Kaylee kept insisting that Nash just HAD to be there holding her hand in some parts of the book. I wanted to tell her that she needed to not be so freakin’ needy! But, I did understand that she had some major trust issues.
What I loved most about My Soul to Take is that the story moved really quick and it kept me entertained from the first page until the very last! I will be harassing all of my friends to start reading this series.
Here are some quotes that had me cracking up that I thought I’d share.
“Don’t you guys have to turn in your…um…death ray, or whatever, when you’re off the clock?”
Tod’s perfect lips quirked up in a quick smile. “Um, No. There's no death ray, though that would be really cool. ...”
“Nash gave you my number?” That sounded suspicious even with sleep shrouding my brain like mist over a cold lake.
“No, I haven’t called him yet. I wanted to tell you first.”
“Okaaay…” Yet even with important information practically hanging from his lips, I couldn’t dismiss the hows and whys. “Where did you get my number?”
“It’s programmed into Nash’s phone.”
“And how did you get his phone?”
“He left it on his dresser.” Tod’s voice was smooth and nonchalant, and I could almost picture him shrugging as he spoke.
“You went into his room? How did you get in?”
