This One’s For You by Brandy Jellum was a great book. This is a chick lit type book and I really enjoyed reading it. I really liked Brennan and I think the author did a great job of making all the characters seem like they could be real people. I also love that she based some of the characters on her life best friend. I love books where the author puts bits and pieces of people they know in their stories because it makes the entire book seem more real at least to me. The author does a great job of making you feel like you are back in college and you also are able to understand what is going on and why the characters do what they do. I love Brennan’s older brother who dropped her off at college because that is how older brothers act and it made me smile. If you love chick lit or are just looking for a fun read than I would recommend this book to you.

About The Book

All alone in a new state, Brennan Daniels has only the memories of her best friend, Reagan, to keep her company as she starts college.

Reagan is the reason for everything Brennan does—before she died, she made Brennan promise to stay good until she found a man worth keeping. No boys, no dating, and definitely no falling in love—those were the rules for college, and Brennan carved them into the brick walls guarding her heart…

But there’s a fire burning behind those walls, and when Brennan meets Owen Scott, the (mysterious) new guy across the hall, she can’t deny the pull between them. He is everything she should never want. Everyone warns her to stay away—even Owen himself—but the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it knows that it’s going to get hurt—even if it means throwing old promises to new flames…

About The Author

Brandy’s passion for writing began long before she actually sat down to write. As a child, she has had an obsession with reading, everything from the classic stories by Jane Austen to YA Fiction by Richelle Mead. Finally, in 2012, she decided to create her own stories for people to fall in love with. Brandy bounces back and forth writing both Romance and Young Adult Fiction (which is mainly just for fun). At the beginning of 2014, Brandy signed a contract with publishing company Booktrope. She is very excited about the next chapter of her life and cannot wait to share her books and passion with readers. When she isn’t writing, she can be found chasing after her husband, her four children and her black lab, Diesel. Or curled up on her favorite corner of the couch with her newest book.

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Excerpt

“You,” he said. I cringed at the harshness of his voice. What was it with this guy and this attitude he had toward me? I wasn’t the one in the hall with my tongue shoved down some chick’s throat.

“I’d be careful,” I said. “Looks like your girl is watching us.” I nodded down the hall to where the girl was walking slowly backward, her eyes glued to us.

“She isn’t my girl,” he snapped, almost a little too quickly.

I laughed. “So do you make it a habit to go about macking on chicks, pants practically at your feet, out in hallways for everyone to see?” I asked.

“Macking?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” I said. “You know, shoving your tongue down her throat, kissing, swapping spit . . . whatever you want to call it.”

His chuckle was deep enough to vibrate in my chest. It was hearty, smooth, and gave me goose bumps. “Most people call that making out.”

“Well, I call it macking. Is that a problem?” I challenged.

“No, no,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just never heard it put that way.”

Silence fell over us as we stood there in the empty hallway. The redhead had disappeared in the elevator, leaving us alone. I shivered as a pricking sensation washed over me, the hairs on my neck standing up again, and looked to the guy across from me. His face looked pained, confused, and I wasn’t sure if he felt what I was feeling. Although he just had his lips all over someone else, I had the sudden need to press them against mine. I had the urge to see how his body felt pushing into me, and the desire to taste his mouth . . . . I gave my head a slight shake, pushing the thoughts away. What the hell was going on with me?

I said nothing as I turned to head back into my room, no longer feeling the need to track down the bathrooms. I started to open the door when his voice stopped me.

“That’s your room.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

I glanced over at him. “And apparently that’s your room,” I retorted. “Isn’t it great, we’re neighbors? Let’s try to keep the stray animals out of the hall. Some people would prefer not to see that every night.”

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