Twisted Circles by Claire ContrerasMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
After reading Half Truths, the first book in the Secret Society series, I knew I had to continue with Twisted Circles. This read jumps into a different Secret Society to the one we were shown in first book. Here we meet Eva, a girl who lost her memory and has to figure out what happened to Stella - a sister she doesn't remember. We head into the manor where we meet Adam, the head of the Swords and into the most tight-lipped of the Secret Societies at Ellis University.
I enjoyed seeing another side to the society's and getting to know some secondary characters from the first read a little better. The story was intense at times and I enjoyed watching the mstery unfold. The realtionship between Eva and Adam was sweet and I liked how respectful Adam was. I really hope we do get more from this world!
Title: Twisted Circles
Author: Claire Contreras
Series: Secret Society #2
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
Published: July 13, 2020
When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them?
The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately.
When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn’t remember a thing – not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.
The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag. A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks.
They tell me my name. It matches my IDs.
They tell me my story. I shut my eyes and try to piece it together, but can’t.
They tell me why they picked me up in the first place. They thought I was my sister. My brain stays stuck there. I try to rewind and fast-forward, as if my memories were on a videotape, but it’s no use. I can’t recall having a sister.
They put me back in the car and drop me off in front of a mansion they call The Manor and I discover what the mysterious key in my backpack opens the front door, and just as quickly wish I’d never unlocked it at all.
The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately.
When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn’t remember a thing – not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.
The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag. A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks.
They tell me my name. It matches my IDs.
They tell me my story. I shut my eyes and try to piece it together, but can’t.
They tell me why they picked me up in the first place. They thought I was my sister. My brain stays stuck there. I try to rewind and fast-forward, as if my memories were on a videotape, but it’s no use. I can’t recall having a sister.
They put me back in the car and drop me off in front of a mansion they call The Manor and I discover what the mysterious key in my backpack opens the front door, and just as quickly wish I’d never unlocked it at all.
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