Smash & Grab by Amy Christine ParkerSmash & Grab by Amy Christine Parker

Smash & Grab

byAmy Christine Parker

Hardcover | July 19, 2016

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Ocean’s Eleven meets the star-crossed lovers of West Side Story. Grab some popcorn and get ready for an adrenaline-filled heist!
 
LEXI is a rich girl who loves a good rush. Whether it’s motorcycle racing or BASE jumping off a building in downtown Los Angeles, the only times she feels alive are when she and her friends are executing one of their dares. After her father’s arrest, Lexi doesn’t think twice about going undercover at his bank to steal the evidence that might clear his name. She enlists her hacker brother and her daredevil friends to plan a clever heist.
 
CHRISTIAN is a boy from the wrong side of the tracks. The local gang has blackmailed him and his friends into robbing banks, and he is desperate for a way out. When the boss promises that one really big job will be the last he ever has to do, Christian jumps at the chance for freedom. In fact, he’s just met a girl at the bank who might even prove useful. . . .
 
Two heists. One score. The only thing standing in their way is each other.
 
Told in alternating points of view, this caper is full of romance and fast-paced fun. Hand to fans of Perfect Chemistry, The Conspiracy of Us, and Heist Society.
AMY CHRISTINE PARKER is the author of Gated and Astray. She writes full-time from her home near Tampa, Florida, where she lives with her husband, their two daughters, and one ridiculously fat cat. Visit her at amychristineparker.com and follow her on Twitter at @amychristinepar.
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Title:Smash & GrabFormat:HardcoverDimensions:384 pages, 8.56 × 5.88 × 1.18 inPublished:July 19, 2016Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0553533827

ISBN - 13:9780553533828

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from A great Read! Disclaimer: I received this novel in exchange for an honest review and this in no way affects my opinion of the book. When I read the synopsis for this novel I thought, a book about bank heists? Sign me up. Described as Ocean’s Eleven meets West Side Story, I was immediately drawn in as Ocean’s Eleven is a movie I greatly enjoy. Actually, my fiance and I just recently watched that movie again so maybe that helped in how badly I wanted to read this novel. We first meet Lexi just as she is getting ready to jump off the roof of a building with her closest friends in a BASE jump. An adrenaline junkie, just like me, I felt immediately liked her and felt a connection to her. Christian. I couldn’t help but love. A good boy at heart, studying hard to go to university and save his family, but being blackmailed by the local gang to rob banks. You can see that this is not something Christian agrees with doing and wants out of. I fell for him early in this novel and nothing could change that. I did find that the novel started out a bit slow and took me a while to become invested, but I liked the characters and knew it was a novel I would ultimately enjoy, so I stuck it out and I’m glad I did. The interactions between Lexi and Christian were great and always left me wanting more. The first thing that I became keen on was the pair. Early on in the novel I began to ship them and I shipped it hard right until the end of the novel. As a thriller novel, I found the action to be just that; thrilling. Once the ball really started rolling, I did not want to put Smash & Grab down. Even when my puppy was whining and bugging me to go to the dog park, I was so close to the end that I made her wait so I could finish, as I just couldn’t bear to stop reading before I found out how it ended. If you enjoy thrillers that are sprinkled with a small but perfect amount of romance, then I highly recommend you check out this novel. Lexi and Christian stole my heart and I hope they steal yours as well!
Date published: 2016-10-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Alright Story I was really underwhelmed with this one. I thought there was a lot more that could have happened in it but it was all wasted potential. I wanted there to be more in terms of planning the heist and the two crews coming together. I wanted to be shown the training and all the aspects of the heist but in reality, the heist lasted two seconds and [spoiler]basically went off without a hitch so it ended up being kind of lame[/spoiler]. Considering this was supposed to be adrenaline junkie meets bank robber, I thought there would be a little bit more of each. I thought separately, Lexi and Christian were really interesting people. They both had faults and their own set of issues but they didn't let that get them down. They played with the cards they were dealt and tried to make the most of them. I liked that Lexi was willing to do whatever it took to get that rush and protect her family. I also liked that Christian was willing to go to extreme lengths to protect his. And they both had greater hopes and dreams for themselves. I thought they were great characters and I was glad to be in both of their heads throughout the novel. However, the other characters lacked any real qualities that made me care about them. At first I thought Lexi thought Leo was into her but then it was revealed that Leo is gay (and Lexi knew) and I thought maybe I missed that? I also wasn't quite sure what kept their adrenaline junkie group together because it was never really stated? Was it just that they were all rich and could do whatever they wanted? It wasn't really explained and they didn't feel like BFFs but rather just a bunch of characters that were needed for this story. And the bank job was really ... easy? Like it seemed like it should have been a lot harder than what it ended up being. I thought they would have had a couple more issues or run ins but they didn't. And the actual job wasn't even shown (or told about), we got cut into the middle of it. Which sucked. Considering this was a heist book, it was less about the heist (or even PLANNING the heist) and more about Lexi and Christian's sucky lives. And while I enjoyed Lexi and Christina, I thought it was too much about them separately rather than them working together to get the information they needed to plan and pull off this heist. I thought it took too much time to get started and it cleaned up really easily. But I loved both Lexi and Christian and their relationship; I thought they were good characters and a good match for one another. Lexi and Christian's relationship is the reason I continued to read the book. There are a lot of other heist stories that make it less predictable so this one is kinda middle of the road for me. I would recommend picking this up from your local library or borrowing it from a friend if you want to read it!
Date published: 2016-08-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A wonderful story! Disclaimer: I received this novel in exchange for an honest review and this in no way affects my opinion of the book. When I read the synopsis for this novel I thought, a book about bank heists? Sign me up. Described as Ocean's Eleven meets West Side Story, I was immediately drawn in as Ocean's Eleven is a movie I greatly enjoy. Actually, my fiance and I just recently watched that movie again so maybe that helped in how badly I wanted to read this novel. We first meet Lexi just as she is getting ready to jump off the roof of a building with her closest friends in a BASE jump. An adrenaline junkie, just like me, I felt immediately liked her and felt a connection to her. Christian. I couldn't help but love. A good boy at heart, studying hard to go to university and save his family, but being blackmailed by the local gang to rob banks. You can see that this is not something Christian agrees with doing and wants out of. I fell for him early in this novel and nothing could change that. I did find that the novel started out a bit slow and took me a while to become invested, but I liked the characters and knew it was a novel I would ultimately enjoy, so I stuck it out and I'm glad I did. The interactions between Lexi and Christian were great and always left me wanting more. The first thing that I became keen on was the pair. Early on in the novel I began to ship them and I shipped it hard right until the end of the novel. As a thriller novel, I found the action to be just that; thrilling. Once the ball really started rolling, I did not want to put Smash & Grab down. Even when my puppy was whining and bugging me to go to the dog park, I was so close to the end that I made her wait so I could finish, as I just couldn't bear to stop reading before I found out how it ended. If you enjoy thrillers that are sprinkled with a small but perfect amount of romance, then I highly recommend you check out this novel. Lexi and Christian stole my heart and I hope they steal yours as well!
Date published: 2016-07-27

Read from the Book

1  Lexi  I’m breathless by the time we reach the helipad on top of the US Bank Tower—exactly 1,018 feet above LA. The city sprawls out beneath us in all directions, a wide carpet of neon and white lights that dazzles me after the relative dark of the stairwell. It is heady stuff, seeing the world from this high, dizzying . . . and exactly what I need right now. I laugh a little. My father was arrested this morning for a bank-fraud scheme that I still don’t completely understand, and I’m the one preparing to jump off a building. I look over at my big brother, Quinn, and he’s laughing, too—probably having the same thought I am—that this is crazy, but a strangely Lexi-appropriate way to cheer ourselves up. He wouldn’t be up here if it weren’t for me. He says yes to my schemes because he likes to think of himself as my protector. I’m glad he does. I wouldn’t have nearly as much fun doing this on my own. Our tight band of friends and fellow adrenaline junkies are gathered around Quinn and me—Oliver, Leo, and Elena. Five of us altogether. Elena’s sister, Whitney, is the only one missing—if you don’t count Derek, that is, and I don’t. Whitney had to distract the night guard while we sneaked into the stairwell, and she’ll drive the car to pick us up after we’ve gone over the edge. Derek’s not here, because I didn’t invite him. After tonight he won’t be part of our little group anymore. Not that he really was to begin with. Just because we’ve been dating doesn’t earn him a permanent place with us. I feel a twinge of guilt about it and maybe something else, something more difficult to pinpoint, but I don’t want to dwell on that now. Not here. All in all, the vibe is right for this jump. And somehow the number for our group is back to normal. It feels decidedly lucky. We all feel it, I can tell. Everyone’s eyes are bright, their cheeks flushed. The impending free fall has them revved, has me revved. I can feel my whole body humming with a high that comes only from doing something outrageous, a high that most of the ground dwellers below us never experience. Alcohol and drugs can’t touch it. It’s 100 percent pure adrenaline and it’s amazing. Addictive. No matter what maneuver we have planned—this jump or the motorcycle race we pulled off in the spillway last month—the thrill never weakens. These moments are the only times I ever feel truly alive. It’s the same for all of us, even Quinn, though he won’t usually admit it and complains whenever I come up with some new dare. It’s probably the main reason why we’re all friends in the first place. It’s how we choose to deal with problems. We don’t have to face them if we keep moving fast enough, if things are exciting enough. If we keep distracting ourselves. Leo shuts the stairwell door, so we’re stuck out here. The only exit now is jumping. The slam of the closing door makes me wince, reminding me of this morning and the way our front door banged against the foyer wall as the FBI agents invaded our house, one after another rushing in, hands on their guns, eyes scanning every inch of our home like our whole lives were suspect and not just my father’s. My heart was thundering in my chest then, too, especially as they dragged my father out into the yard, morning stubble shadowing his chin, his skin an ashen, guilty shade. I hated the way it felt in that moment, like my heart might start contracting—charley-horsing—and never stop. My father’s in jail. Right now. Somewhere down there, in a cell. If he’s convicted, he’ll be in there until I’m his age, maybe longer. I shake my head. I don’t want to think about that anymore. That’s why I’m up here. Quinn, too. Keep moving; distract yourself and the hurt you feel will fade, I tell myself. “The security cameras are still down, but we don’t have much time,” Quinn says, adjusting his gear one last time. My brother is a computer genius. He hacked the security from his laptop a week ago so that tonight’s feed is of old footage. If they figure out we were up here, there won’t be any recorded evidence. We are basically ghosts. “This wind is ridiculous!” shouts Leo, my best friend in the whole world, his eyes squinted against it and steadily tearing up. His freckles are pronounced against his pale face. “We need to get on one of the outcroppings over there to make sure we clear the building,” I say, gesturing to the right. Leo lifts the camera he’s carrying and looks through the lens, adjusts it, then looks again and starts snapping pictures of us: first Quinn, looking like Jason Bourne in his all-black clothes, and then Oliver and Elena, who are on the edge of the helipad platform with their arms around each other. “Your turn,” he says as he turns his camera on me. I put my helmet under one arm and strike a pose. The rhinestones on my fingernails catch the light from the flash and look like twinkling stars for a second. I decided a while ago to embrace my inner bling monster—the Jimmy Choo–wearing, Prada bag–carrying creature my mother raised me to be. As much as rebelling against anything that makes her happy appeals to me, I actually love all that stuff. Shallow or not, I don’t care. The girlie glamour is too enticing, the dress-up fun of it. When I was little, I was obsessed with the girls in James Bond movies—sexy and beautiful, but tough, too. Doing things like this jump makes me feel like one of them. Invincible. “You’re beautiful,” Leo says, not a trace of lust evident in his voice. This makes the compliment that much more flattering because there’s no agenda attached to it. Plus, it doesn’t make me want to squirm the way it would if, say, Derek said it. When he said it. “Good,” I say, beaming. “All right, enough pictures, let’s go!” As usual, Oliver is amped, ready. This is especially true tonight, since his father’s construction company just finished the renovation of this building. That’s part of why we chose it. And because I’m a sucker for an architecturally distinct locale. It infuses the jump with a little extra finesse. Oliver has spent most of his life under the strict eye of his father, a man so rigid and physically abusive that he drove Oliver’s mom back to her native Japan and powerful enough that he managed to maintain custody of his kids. By sneaking to the top of a building his father helped renovate, Oliver is defying him without actually having to do it to his face and risk his father’s anger. “Chill out. Rushing means mistakes,” I say. I haven’t pored over building plans, structural details, weather conditions, and city maps just to leap off the instant Oliver decides he’s ready. “We do it as planned, and that means climbing down to the ledge and then flying.” Tonight’s maneuver is my baby, my contribution to the BAM (short for badass maneuvers) book we keep, an adrenaline-soaked alternative to a slam book, where we record all our adventures—documented meticulously with Leo’s photos and Elena’s near-poetic descriptions of them. We started it to cheer up Oliver after his parents’ divorce, a sort of joke that over the years became something bigger. Now we have more than twenty pages of capers, most of them directly related to crappy moments in one or all of our lives. Like my dad’s arrest. Or Leo’s mom’s breakdown. I put on my helmet and motion for everyone to follow me toward the far corner of the pad. We get on our stomachs and, one by one, lower ourselves to the narrow shelf below that borders the whole building, coming to points every so often so that from the sky it must look a bit like a starburst. The point nearest us is the one we need to use—far from the stairway flanking the opposite side of the building and the other obstructions. Landing on them would be deadly. Together we climb onto the lip that separates the shelf from the open sky, arms out like tightrope walkers’ poles, the wind prodding at our backs, threatening to unbalance us. The streets below are mostly quiet this late at night, but there are still cars here and there, slowly making their way toward the freeway, the drivers totally unaware that we are up here watching them. Seeing the rest of the world from this high is freeing because it’s too far away to feel real. “Say ‘BAM,’ ” Leo says as he snaps another picture that includes, I’m sure, the giant billboard with an advertisement for Left Coast Construction, Oliver’s dad’s company, plainly visible in the distance. Oliver will probably be tempted to hang it up in his room. The flash is blinding and I sway a bit. “Hey, cut it out, man,” Oliver grumbles, struggling to balance. Elena latches on to his arm to keep from falling. He looks down at her and his expression softens. “How about a kiss, Lanie? For luck.” He pulls her closer, leans in to nuzzle her neck. This thing developing between them is about a year old and more intimate than I think any of us expected. Watching them feels odd, wrong. I’m not sure I like it. If it goes bad, it’ll mess up our group. Elena’s not good at staying faithful, though I think with Oliver she’s trying. Still, the odds are against them. Elena rolls her eyes. “I guess if it’s in the name of luck . . .” She tilts her head up and presses her lips to his as Leo takes another picture. I look from Quinn to Leo to Oliver to Elena. It’s time. When the moment is right, I can always feel it. I look over the edge, hold a hand in the air, and judge the wind. Yep. Perfect. “Let’s do this. I’m going first, okay?” I say. “No. No deal. I go first. Or we don’t go,” Quinn says in his best big-brother-in-charge voice, all low and firm and businesslike. I don’t fight him. He’s the one guy I let tell me what to do. He has my back no matter what. The only one in our family who does. My father sure doesn’t. Even if I didn’t already know that, today makes it glaringly obvious. And my mother is the poster girl for bad decision-making. She said as much when the FBI agents pulled my father outside this morning. “Marrying you was a mistake,” she told Dad right up close, their noses nearly touching, her voice loud enough that all the neighbors gawking at the spectacle from the sidewalk could hear. Her face was pinched, her eyes streaming tears. “How could I have been so stupid?” The question isn’t new. She asks it every time she and my father have a fight. It’s meant to hurt him, but it hurts me, too. It makes me feel like maybe Quinn and I are part of what she regrets, extra ties to this man who she obviously doesn’t love, who she maybe never loved. Sometimes when she says it, it makes me hate her. And sometimes it makes me hate my father for somehow tricking her into marrying him, but mostly it just makes me promise myself that I won’t do what she did. I will never let some guy get so close that I get fooled into a destiny that I don’t want. “Okay. Fine. You go first. Steal my thunder. Rain on my parade,” I tease, putting a hand on Quinn’s shoulder and squeezing it. “See you on the ground, big brother.” He leans his head to one side and rests it on my shoulder for a second, so unexpectedly tender that my throat feels thick and strangled, and I want to cry. He’s the only guy I will ever depend on. “Oh man, you got this!” Oliver hollers over a loud gust of wind. He’s all riled up, jazzed like he’s tempted to try to chest-bump the sky. As nervous as I am for BASE jumps—and I am always nervous, because even with months of prep and practice, the risk is enormous—waiting for Quinn to land is always the worst part, that moment when I have an image of him falling fast, his chute not opening, then him hitting the ground. The picture in my mind is so sharp that I almost hear the heavy thud of his body’s impact. It would be all my fault if he did. My idea. My jump. My risk. I have to fight the urge to tell him to sit this one out. “Three, two, one.” He looks back at me long enough to wink and then dives straight out, arms spread wide, embracing the night. His chute deploys, an explosion of fabric. It fans out, filling with air, and he disappears beneath it. “Later, losers,” Oliver says. He jumps without a countdown, saluting us with one hand as he steps out into the sky, his body already tilting forward into a stomach-down position. Quinn’s almost on the ground, arcing his way toward the street and the grassy area that’s our landing spot. I breathe for the first time since he jumped. “Beautiful up here,” Leo says, taking it all in one last time. He grins at me, his helmet cam on, the red light a staring eye. He blows me a kiss and takes a swan dive, looking like one of Peter Pan’s Lost Boys or something, flying without pixie dust. “Here goes,” Elena squeals, and then she’s gone, too, screaming madly all the way down. I stand on the ledge a moment more. Alone. I wait, my hand going to the zippered pouch on my jacket where I keep my phone. I pull it out and unlock it, then look up the last few texts from Derek. I feel this need to read through them one more time. Up here it’s easier to know what I want.  Where are you? Thought we were supposed to meet for coffee. UR late. WTF?  It’s the WTF that bothers me most—angry and entitled, like I owe him something. There are more. Three more. The first one’s angry, the last one concerned.  The news. God. Your dad. Call me.  And that’s the one that did it. Put the nail in the coffin for me. I don’t want to talk about my dad with him. I finally leave a text of my own. A cowardly one, I think, but I don’t let that stop me.  It’s over. Sorry. I can’t do this right now.