Tempus By: Holly Lauren

Title: Tempus
Author:  Holly Lauren
Published:  Libertine Press
Reviewed By:  Arlena Dean
Rating: 5
Review:

"Tempus" by Holly Lauren was a wonderful well written incredible young adult read.  You will find
some fantasy, mystery, suspense, friendship, romance and some likable as well as unlikable characters in the awesome told novel. Be prepared for action, drama, complex feelings mixed in with hurt and love all in this novel. 

                   Here is a Quote from "TEMPUS"

In truth,

no one knew all of her.
She gave out pieces of herself here

and there, but the whole

of Chapel belonged to no one

but Chapel. That was how she

wanted it.

 The characters were also mainly all well developed, well rounded, colorful and simply fascinating to read about. We find that the two main characters Chapel(Chap) and Isaiah (Zay) were so very captivating and intriguing only to give the reader a good read. Let's not leave out some of the supporting cast/secondary characters because truly Erica and Timmy were Chapel's buds that were just a few of these phenomenal folk in "Tempus."

This author really works her magic taking the reader of a journey full of twist and turns of what was
causing Chapel to hallucinate. Were there someone out there that knew her secret and could stop them? What happens when Isaiah (Zay) the new kid at school actually...well you will be kept guessing right up till almost the end of the read. Then you throw in problems Chap had with her mom(Valerie), stepfather, friends (ex boyfriend),(new boyfriend and then you have a real story that this author tells so very well. With all the struggles that were on Chap would she be able to except a romance with Zay?  What was up with them being able to finish each other sentences? 

                    And another quote from TEMPUS:

“Zay,” she whispered, and her

voice, her always sure, always

steady voice, shook. “I want—”
She didn’t finish.
“I want, too,” he said simply. 

This author really transported the reader into a 'world of Chapel Ryan' in that she was so  'kind hearted, strong and a  fiery' person who was just trying to be a normal HS senior.  Then their is Isaiah (Zay) will he let  Chap know what is going on? ...and I will stop and let you pick up the good read "Tempus" to see for yourself how this author presents it all to the reader.

I will only say after reading "Tempus" is that  you will be ready for the sequel and with that leaving me to say, Wow what a interesting ending!

                     AND A LITTLE MORE!

 

What I should have said was that

I want all of it.

I want your stubbornness, your
jealousy, your impetuousness, your

determination, your laugh, your

freckles, your heart. I want you.

 

       Here is a BONUS: Zay and Chapel from Tempus by Holly Lauren

Chapel made a complete circuit, peeking through the breaks in the stream, but she still didn’t see him. Had he left her there? The thought burned a hole through her excitement. 
 

The song changed again. This time it was something more current. A woman singing about going around and around. 

“Tell me now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know.”

Chapel pulled her hair over her shoulder and wrung it out. She felt cold for the first time.

“Don’t know how to feel about it. Something ‘bout the way you move.”

She backed up to the center of the ring, making herself visible. She wondered if she should leave.

“Makes me think I can’t live without you, and it takes me all the way.”

“Chapel.” His voice was right behind her.

“I want you to stay.”

She turned slowly. Met his eyes.

“I want you to stay.”

All pretense of play was gone as his fingertips brushed against her chin.

"You're not at all what I thought you'd be,” he said.

Her heart thundered in her ears, along with the pulsing water around them. "What did you think I'd be?"

He drew his dark eyebrows down. "I thought you were just another girl."

She swallowed. "But instead I’m . . .”

“Not." He dropped his hand, stared at his fingers.

His breath was warm against her cheek as he stepped even closer and leaned his mouth toward hers. 
 

She was paralyzed. 
Not by fear. Not by indecision. But by the feeling that the moment was unique. That it was monumental for them both. That they were lowering their shields, holstering their weapons—at least for that perfect span of time.

He kissed the side of her temple, just over her trio of freckles. When he leaned back and studied her, water droplets from his hair showered her like rain.

“Zay,” she whispered, and her voice, her always sure, always steady voice, shook. “I want—” She didn’t finish.

“I want, too,” he said simply.

Then she closed her eyes. His hand came around the back of her neck, and with his thumb, he angled her jaw toward him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.