Giving a deceptive impression of truth and reliability at such an early age is certain to cause you to believe what isn’t real. Aquilla Chavez was raised by a loving father, and a brother who may have loved her a little too much.
Aquilla was spoiled, adored, bringing cheer when disaster threatened a family. She was exposed to a life of crime all while, lovingly being sheltered and protected from it. Will she ever reclaim the one man who she believes to be the love of her life?
She didn’t want to be where she was forced to be. She wanted nothing to do with the person she was involuntary turned into. Aquilla had one goal, one goal that would save her from the catastrophic life she was suddenly thrown into. She had to find him. She had to try, or was this the plausibility of a life she was meant to have? Was the life she was torn from the disastrous life? Could this be where she was meant to be? How would she ever know? What if he found her? What if she never saw him again? What if….She didn’t want to?
I was given a copy of this book by the author, Jettie Woodruff, for an honest review and so I shall deliver.
The is the first book I’ve ever read by Jettie Woodruff and I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised!
I’m going to quote the very beginning of chapter one, because it says exactly what I would anyway.
Aquilla always knew she didn’t belong to the Chavez family. Anyone that looked at her could tell that she wasn’t a descendent of Romano Chavez. Romano, along with her brother, Julius, were both dark
skinned with coal black hair. Aquilla was light skinned with glossy blonde hair. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, where Romano and Julius’s were dark. Romano and Julius were built with broad
shoulders, strong, lean arms and legs with muscular builds. She was tiny and dainty with thin features. She never questioned her heritage, not until she was older anyway. A child believes what they are told, and up until a few years ago, she did the same.
Why would she question her father’s word? He was her father. Julius was her brother. She had no reason to believe otherwise. She never really cared. She couldn’t have asked for a more loving father.
She was the spirit in her father’s soul. He worshiped the ground she walked on, and would have done anything in the world for her. It really didn’t matter where she came from. The handful of times that she had asked, her father derailed the conversation. The only explanation that she had ever gotten was her mother was an American and had been killed in an automobile accident. That would be the degree of the discussion.
It wasn’t really important to her. She knew that Romano wasn’t her factual father. She didn’t care. He obviously took her in when her own father didn’t want her.
Aquilla’s “brother” Julius was 7 years older than her. He was the typical big brother in some ways. He was protective of her, was there to hold her when she was little, when she had nightmares, played games with her, when she wasn’t allowed to have friends. But yet, Julius always knew the truth. Always knew she wasn’t his real sister.
Aquilla was EXTREMELY sheltered. She wasn’t allowed to go to school, go to the park, etc. Things most of us take for granted. The friends she was allowed to have when she got older were children of her “father’s” business associates. Aquilla resented this sheltered life, yet she knew it was required because of her father’s dangerous job. She wasn’t sure exactly what he did, but she had a pretty good idea. When Julius was older, he was pulled into the business as well.
It wasn’t until she was 12 that Aquilla had a feeling drugs wasn’t the only thing they were dealing.
“What do you do in the north wing? Why can’t I go there?” she wanted to know.
He turned his eyes shamelessly back to the English book. “I work there, Quill. It’s not a place for little girls,” he assured her.
“I’m hardly a little girl anymore. I’m old enough to see. Do you work with girls?”
His eyes quickly reverted back to hers. “Why would you ask that?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I see girls come there sometimes late at night, and then they leave with other men after about a week. They always come for them late at night. Why, Julius?”
“I have to teach them and then they leave. Do your homework,” he tried, turning back to the book.
“What do you teach them?”
“How to be a lady; now do your homework.”
“Do you kiss them?”
“No. Now stop asking questions and get your lessons done.” He didn’t like talking about this with Aquilla. She could never understand and he could never explain it so that she would.
“Will you kiss me, Julius?”
He choked on his own saliva. “No. I won’t kiss you. You’re my sister. That’s kind of gross.”
“But I’m not really your sister.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Aquilla tilted her head. “Really, Julius?” She moved her arm next to his. It was like black and white. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew he wasn’t her brother as much as she knew Romano wasn’t her father. She was unquestionably a white girl. Julius’s mother was Asian and his father was Romanian. Julius had dark eyes and even had a little bit of a slant in the corners. Aquilla had bright blue eyes, unlike her father and Julius.
“You just took after our mother,” he tried.
“Stop lying to me. I’m not three nor am I stupid. I know we do not have the same parents.”
“You need to talk to Father about this.”
“I’m never going to get to kiss a boy, Julius. How am I ever going to get a boyfriend when I am homeschooled and never allowed out of this house?”
Julius blew out a puff of air. “You’re not going to get a boyfriend, and if I ever see a boy kiss you, I will chop him up into tiny little pieces.” That was true. The poor girl didn’t have a chance in hell to ever have a boyfriend. Between her father and Julius, she could go through many dead boyfriends.
“Then you need to kiss me. I just want to see what it’s like. You don’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth or anything,” she explained.
Julius laughed a nervous laugh. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t kiss Aquilla. It was unthinkable. He looked at her carefully.
“Please, Julius,” she begged.
He had kissed her lips a hundred times. She was just a toddler; this was different. She wasn’t three anymore. He looked at her lips, back to her eyes, back to her lips and back to her eyes. Fuck. What the hell was he doing? He moved his face to hers and softly kissed her lips. He quickly backed away when she opened her mouth and brushed his tongue with hers.
“What the hell, Quill? You said no tongue,” he asked, freaking out.
“I just wanted to see what it was like.”
“Do your homework,” he demanded.
I loved this book. Yes I said LOVED it. It’s borderline taboo, because Aquilla and Julius were raised as brother and sister. But the fact remains, they’re not. It’s not till a little bit later, you discover the truth about Aquilla’s past and it throws not only her, but YOU into one hell of an emotional tornado.
Jettie Woodruff is an amazing author, not only because of her writing, but because she takes chances. She doesn’t stick to your everyday vanilla story. Don’t get me wrong, I love those too, but she appeals to the darker side most of us have, but try to hide. If you think you know what this book is about and turn up your nose at the insinuations, then you’ll be depriving yourself of an amazing story, but it’s also best you don’t read it. If you’re like me and like to walk the line between right and wrong when it comes to what you read, then I think you’ll love this book.
There is so much more to this book than what meets the eye. I wish I could tell you more about the story, because I feel like I’m only giving the impression of one topic, which is sex, but I can’t say anything else, without spoiling it. All I can say is…THERE IS MORE TO THIS STORY!!!! Twists and turns you won’t expect at all!!! (Yes, I realize I said “more” a lot in that one little paragraph…but it’s so true)
If you’re looking for something a little different…a little walk on the darker side of life. Then read this book. If you want to go for a roller coaster ride with your emotions, read this book. If you want to be torn between who you want to root for, moment to moment, page by page, then read this book.
But if you think you know what this book is all about and don’t have an open mind, not even a little crack… don’t even bother. Seriously…move on to something else. Don’t do a disservice to this book or author by reading something you have already made up your mind about before you even read it.
I’m giving “Plausibility” the rating it deserves, which is 5 stars. I’m also putting it and the amazing author, Jettie Woodruff, in the Indie Spotlight!! I’ll try to get an interview with the author and something set up in the next day or two to truly spotlight this book the way it deserves. In the meantime, this is where you can buy this kick ass book!! At $2.99 it’s a flippin’ steal!! ♥