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  I have loved Channing Monroe all my life. In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper. I hit him in the head with it. Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade. Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm. Growing up, the problem was never love for us. Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life. The problem was us. The problem is that we’re living in two different worlds now. Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was thriving in mine and he was running his. But… But there were nights I felt we couldn’t be further apart than we were, and there were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat. When was it time? When was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I grew up with?   A best friends, childhood to adult - coming of age love story. Oh I do love these kind of romance's at times, I love the journey, the firsts the self-discovery's, the swoon-worthy moments, they make me go all gooey inside. Heather and Channing aren't without their issues and live in a world of Crew's were there's bloodshed, gang wars, territory wars and this is something Channing battles with should he have heather, the girl he loves in the middle of it all but at the end of the day their souls are tied and that's one thing they never win the fight against. Both Channing and Heather know they should be better apart, safer apart but they have the kind of relationship were they are just meant to be, can't fight it, can't deny it. The story is told in the present then gives you a look into the past from the young age were Heather hated the boy who picked on her at school but she gave him a trapper keeper, from there their like hate/relationship blossomed. Trapper Keeper?, now this I had to look up, and good old Google, I didn't have a clue what it was so I discovered in English terms its a file you put your school work in. A love story that spans over the years. I have only read a few of the fall Crest High series but believe Channing and Heather are mentioned or are a part of these books. Bren who is Channing's sister is also a part of this story due to her being in Channing's care, Bren has her own story in the book Crew and having now read this I really want to read that too. In a nutshell once I got past all the Crew stuff which I didn't have a full understanding of and reading between the lines discovered they are a group of people who have each other, they are family and protect those around them also the town they live in, well Channing's Crew does anyway, so yes I couldn't get my head around this at first and it took me a bit to get into the book but once I did and once I focused mainly on the characters and their love story I loved it. The Boy I Grew up with is an epic love story, emotional, contains danger, has that MC romance feel about it, has highs and low's and it is so sizzling hot, Channing and Heather had burning chemistry between them. Great story that at times made my stomach flip. Can be read as a standalone, told in first person dual pov, leads to a heartwarming hea.  Release date: Oct 29 2018 Links: Amazon will go LIVE on Oct 29th Preorder links: https://www.books2read.com/u/3J8wRg Website: www.tijansbooks.com www.tijansbooks.com/the-boy-I-grew-up-with.html Reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TijansFanPage/  EXCERPT “What are you doing here?” His arms tightened a little around me, and his hand rubbed over my leg. I was buck naked in his arms. I should’ve dressed, but I didn’t have the energy. His breath felt good on my neck as he answered. “I was up with the guys. I missed you.” Meaning: he’d either been fighting or drinking with the group of guys he considered more family than family. I lifted one of his hands to inspect the knuckles, rubbing a thumb over them. “They don’t look bruised up.” His body tensed, all six feet of pure muscle. Channing had a face for the fashion runways, a body of tattoos that could appear in any magazine, and an attitude that made him a leader among the rowdiest and most criminally inclined. He was whip smart, ruthless, cunning, cocky, and had a charming side that had started some of our fights. He could be too charming at times, putting his name on a lot of girls’ to-do lists. It’d been a problem for us since we were kids, and though it’d gotten better over the last few years, I knew women came onto him regularly. But being transparent here, that wasn’t the cause of our problems lately. His voice was quiet. “I wasn’t fighting.” I turned and tried to smell his breath. There was a slight trace of bourbon, but that might’ve been mine. “You don’t seem drunk either.” He chuckled, his eyes studying every inch of my face. He did this when he was trying to figure out where I was going with my statements and if that’d take us into a fight. We acted like we were married and in our sixties by now. His thumb went to my mouth and pressed there, softly. “I really was just hanging out with the guys. Cruz came over, said you closed for him. I gambled, thought maybe you’d be up—or not.” That dimple again. “I was hoping just to slide in next to you.” I sighed, and his thumb caressed my cheek before his hand returned to my leg. I moved back, resting in his arms again. 
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