Title: The Fifteenth Minute (The Ivy Years #5)
Author: Sarina Bowen @sarinabowen
Genre: Sports Romance
Length: 294 pages
Rating: 5 stars
Freshman Lianne Challice is known to millions of fans as Princess Vindi. But sometimes a silver screen sorceress just wants to hang up her wand, tell her manager to shove it, and become a normal college student. Too bad that’s harder than it looks.
She’s never lived a normal life. She hasn’t been to school since kindergarten. And getting close to anyone is just too risky — the last boy she kissed sold the story to a British tabloid.
But she can’t resist trying to get close to Daniel “DJ” Trevi, the hot, broody guy who spins tunes for hockey games in the arena. There’s something haunting his dark eyes and she needs to know more.
DJ’s genius is for expressing the mood of the crowd with a ten second song snippet. With just a click and a fade, he can spread hope, pathos or elation among six thousand screaming fans.
Too bad his college career is about to experience the same quick fade-out as one of his songs. He can’t get close to Lianne, and he can’t tell her why. And the fact that she seems to like him at all? Incredible.
This fifth book in the Ivy Series, Ms. Bowen has done it again and captured my heart loving all the characters. I couldn’t wait to see if Sarina would write Lianne’s story because I felt she had a story to tell after getting a glimpse of her in The Shameless Hour. Ms. Bowen did not disappoint.
Lianne is trying to turn over a new college leaf, she’s trying to get out her dorm more often and hanging out with her roommate Bella, she is also trying to be more assertive when it comes to managing her acting career for more adult theme parts. What I love most of Lianne is her quirkiness and her ability to be nerdy and adorable all at the same time. Enter her number one crush DJ “Daniel” Trevi whom we met briefly and know he is the DJ that spins the tunes during a Harkness hockey game. There has been some serious flirtation going between DJ and Lianne from the previous book and we get to see it blossom here with TheFifteenth Minute.
Ah but when you get into DJ’s POV, you sense there is more going on with his life. My heart was breaking for DJ. Last year he was just spinning his tunes, hanging out with his brother and the hockey team until that dreaded call from the Dean over the Summer that may change his status at Harkness. Even though in his mind he knows he should stay away from Lianne with his future pending, he can’t stay away from her.
I adored these two as a couple. DJ was so protective over Lianne especially with the Paparazzi lurking around campus, he just really enjoys her company and her crazy dance moves and her affinity to 80s music. Lianne is all giddy and hot over DJ and she wants to spend as much time as she can with him. When she finds out the cause of DJ’s rift, she tries to be real supportive of him.
You most certainly read The Fifteenth Minute as a standalone, I read all except The Year We Fell which happens to be on standby in my E-reader. What I also love is that we get to read the characters from theprevious books play an integral part in the storyline. If you are a fan of The Ivy Series, you must add The Fifteenth Minute to your TBR. I cannot wait to see what else is in store for the next Ivy Series.
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
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Lianne Challice is chatting me up.
As I fetch the pizza I ordered from the window, I try to decide whether or not I’m going insane. Maybe all the stress in my life has finally cracked me.
But no. When I deposit the pie on a table, her big eyes cut from the jukebox over to me, before darting away again. She is so freaking cute and so feminine that it’s making me crazy. Her mouth is like a little red candy that I’m dying to taste. And who has teeth that straight? She intimidates the fuck out of me, to be honest.
I make another trip to the pizza counter for paper plates and napkins. Usually we just grab slices off the tray like animals. But tonight I’m trying to be classy. The idea makes me snicker to myself. As if. Impressing Lianne Challice isn’t something I’m capable of. But I’m having fun trying. And there hasn’t been a whole lot of fun in this year for me. So that’s something.
Years from now I’ll look back on this night and laugh. Guys, did I ever tell you about the time I chatted up a movie star? I mean, my father is still telling people about the time he sat one table over from Tina Fey at Nobu.
Lianne sneaks another glance in my direction and I beckon to her. “Have a slice?” If she wants one, now is the time. In a minute my brother and his teammates will fall on the pizza like seagulls.
“Thank you. I guess I should. I didn’t make it to the dining hall tonight.”
“Your enthusiasm for Capri’s pizza overwhelms me,” I tease. “Aren’t you a fan?”
She slides a slice onto a paper plate, considering the question. “Pizza is like a nineties hit. Pretty good, especially if that’s all there is and you’re hungry.”
My own slice stops halfway to my mouth and I laugh. “Seriously?”
“I don’t know if we can be friends,” I say before taking a bite.
“Because I don’t love pizza?”
I shake my head. “Who doesn’t love pizza? It’s, like, a basic human desire.” I cram a bite into my mouth to prove my point. Smooth, right?
She bites her bottom lip, and I realize I’d rather have that for dinner. “It’s okay. But it’s mostly just something you eat when you’re in a hurry or need to feed a crowd on the cheap.”
“Ah, I see,” I say when I can speak again. “The problem is that you haven’t had any great pizza. You’re a freshman, right? You don’t know all the glory that is Harkness pizza. Have you been to Gino’s Apizza?”
Lianne shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
“She doesn’t think so,” I scoff. “Baby, if you’d had great pizza, you’d remember.” And now I sound like a real perv, but Lianne Challice is smiling at me, watching me with her big doe eyes, and I feel it like a drug. “They make everything from scratch. Even the sausage. We’ll go together, so I can prove my point.”
Annnd I think I just asked a movie star out on a date. Here comes the crash and burn.
First her eyes widen just a smidge. Then two pink spots appear on her face, one on either cheekbone. “Well, it would be a shame to live in this town and never know its true pizza greatness.”
I replay that sentence in my head and realize that she didn’t turn me down. “True,” I agree. “Do you think Thursday would be a night to experience pizza Nirvana?” I’m overselling the hell out of Gino’s now, but it’s working for me.
She gives me a serious frown, and I’m hoping she’s not busy on Thursday. Because I have back-to-back hockey games to DJ on Friday and Saturday. “Thursday it is. I shall prepare to be amazed.”