Backdraft - The Secret Life of Trystan Scott #2
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Volume 2 in the Trystan Scott Serials by New York Times Bestselling Author H.M. Ward
When Mari realizes that Trystan is the internet megastar, Day Jones, she can’t speak. Every time she listens to his song, it leaves her feeling so much. That song is bewitching. Everyone she knows has heard it. As soon as it appeared on YouTube, it went viral, and then the guy who wrote it disappeared. Despite agents and record labels trying to lure Day5705 out, he remains anonymous. No one knows who Day Jones really is—except Mari.
To Trystan’s relief, Mari agrees to keep his secret. Part of him regrets uploading the song, but singing the song that once brought him solace to Mari fills him with joy. In a life like his, joy is fleeting, and Trystan plans on grabbing hold whenever a shot at happiness appears. To his surprise, Mari doesn't realize the song is about her. When Trystan tries to push her to see, he jeopardizes losing her entirely.
One misplaced kiss topples the fragile relationship, leaving Trystan reeling, trying to assemble the pieces and convincing Mari that she’s not just another conquest, even though everything he did—everything he said—makes it seem like she is. It isn't until Mari decides that being the good girl isn't working that things steam up. Trystan knows she wants to hook up with someone, and he doesn't know if he should stop her. Every attempt he makes to win her over goes badly and pushes her further away.
As the world gets closer to tracking down Day Jones, Trystan gets closer to graduation and leaving this life forever. If Mari doesn't realize he loves her by then, she never will.
Genre: New Adult Romance
Type: Series/ Serial
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discover Day Jones’ identity. The thought never occurred to him, not in his wildest dreams. Dread pooled in his stomach as he walked to his locker and opened the metal door. Staring into space, he wondered if there was anything telling on the video—any signs of who he was or where he was. Trystan admitted he wasn’t very careful. When he made the video he was only thinking of Mari. He leaned his head against the cold metal and took a deep breath. He’d have to watch the video later to make sure
thought made his gut twist. There was no way he could deal with losing Mari. “I was.” She blinked up at him a few times like she’d forgotten something important. “I decided to take Tucker’s pass. It wasn’t upstairs and neither were you. I assumed you took it.” Trystan reached into his pocket and pulled out the pink paper. His eyes never left Mari’s as he reached out and handed it to her. When her fingers brushed his hand, he wished he could pull her into his arms. Instead, he tried to capture
school, Scott?” Tucker asked him pointe-blank. Irritation made Tucker’s face a reddish, blotchy color. He stood with his arms folded, eyes narrowed, waiting for an answer. “I’m enlisting,” Trystan replied. He didn’t look away. “How do you plan to do that when you’re arrested for assault?” Trystan blanched. “What?” “You’re eighteen, Trystan. For chrissakes, use your head. You’re not a child anymore. When you hit someone, it’s assault. You should know this by now.” Tucker used little restraint
couldn’t believe that any more. Before she stormed off, he would have thought she liked his attention, but now—he didn’t know anymore. Before he did something stupid and scared her off, Trystan smiled and released the pass. “I hope you do.” CHAPTER 2 ~MARI~ Did I just say that? Did I actually confess that I was always looking at Trystan? I was so flustered. Trystan stood there, his warm skin brushing mine with that playful look in his eye. He tugged the pass hard and I tugged
unable to look away. Trystan grinned and released the pass. “I hope you do.” _____ I replayed the whole thing over again in my mind as I walked to class in a daze. Trystan Scott was in love. As if that wasn’t weird enough, he was also Day Jones. I didn’t even know what to ask him about that, so I didn’t ask anything. I cursed myself for thinking I could tell Trystan that I was in love with him. Naivety often blindsided me. I’d listened to that Day Jones song enough times to know that