The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club by J.C. Isabella
Welcome to the big leagues. To secrets and scandals. It’s all about the game. Who’s playing. Who’s not. Who has no idea about the game. And…wait, what game are we playing?
I’ll leave that for you to decide.
Where to start is the big question for Chloe Baker. How was she supposed to explain to Zack Warren that she started a fan club for him when she was a kid? It was just a game. A way to make friends and have fun. She never thought it would spiral out of control. And never. In a million, gazillion years, did she think it would follow her to college. How could she tell him her best friend Lana kept the club alive? That she had nothing to do with the craziness?
Chloe didn’t understand why she cared so much about Zack’s opinion of her. She hated him. He hated her. They had very mutual feelings of dislike for each other. So he’d just hate her even more when or if he found out.
And that’s totally fine…she thinks.
Zack Warren had a soft spot for Chloe Baker. He likes the way she walks. He likes the way she talks. If he was poetically inclined, he’d write a sonnet about her ass.
It’s Zack’s junior year of college. He’s got things to worry about. Scouts from the major leagues. Baseball games. Contracts. Grades…. His father ran away to Vegas with Chloe’s mother. He didn’t have time to worry about a girl. But he did. He worried about Chloe a lot, especially with that jerk Max sniffing around her. It’s weird though, to like your stepsister, right?
But Zack could argue that he saw Chloe first. Way before his dad met her mom. He was too young to stake a claim. But just didn’t care anymore.
He’s done playing games.
Nostalgia is for idiots and Zack Warren is trouble.
I knew it the first time I saw him in second grade. The boy had heartbreaker written all over him. He was two years older, wiser. He did a back flip off the jungle gym, landing right at my feet with a cocky grin, getting dirt all over my new pink Keds.
He didn’t apologize.
Instead he dropped a lizard on my head and called me prissy.
Despite the fact that we didn’t hit it off on day one, I harbored a huge crush on Zack, my first ever. In the third grade I started a club. Girls only. We dubbed it an unofficial club because we thought some powerful person, like Oprah, had to deem it official.
We have since discovered that is not true, but the name had a nice ring to it.
During our unofficial meets we talked about Zack, spied on him, and risked being found out on a regular basis. What a rush, seriously. It was going great. The group accepted new members, and we even drew up plans for a clubhouse. I invented a fun game and made new friends.
Then, when I was in the fifth grade, Zack stole the streamers off my bike.
I cried, and made the very rational decision to hate him until the end of time.
This effectively ended my reign as leader of The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club.
This has got to be one of the cutest, romantic YA books I have read in a long time! A fun and enjoyable book that I finished in no time flat it was that good!
The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club was started by Chloe when she was in elementary school. Now with the help of her best friend the club has gotten out of control and Chloe wants it to end. You see now Zack Warren is not only the boy she has a crush on, he is also her stepbrother.
Zack has always liked Chloe. Even before his dad met her mom, he liked her. Now a junior in college and doing really well in baseball he discovers that his feeling for Chloe are even stronger than ever.
Unfortunately he finds outs about the fan club…
I recommend The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club to anyone who is looking for a fun YA book to read.
J.C. Isabella is the author of Chasing McCree and The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club. Ever since she discovered romance novels in high school, she has been a self proclaimed fan. This led to penning her first YA . When she isn’t thinking up new recipes for the cookbook she hopes to one day write, she is brainstorming a new novel and listening to country music. She lives in the tropics of Florida with her big fat Italian family and ornery feline companion.
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