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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Breaking Nova Blog Tour and Giveaway!!

Nova Reed used to have dreams-of becoming a famous drummer, of marrying her true love. But all of that was taken away in an instant. Now she's getting by as best she can, though sometimes that means doing things the old Nova would never do. Things that are slowly eating away at her spirit. Every day blends into the next . . . until she meets Quinton Carter. His intense, honey brown eyes instantly draw her in, and he looks just about as broken as she feels inside.

Quinton once got a second chance at life-but he doesn't want it. The tattoos on his chest are a constant reminder of what he's done, what he's lost. He's sworn to never allow happiness into his life . . . but then beautiful, sweet Nova makes him smile. He knows he's too damaged to get close to her, yet she's the only one who can make him feel alive again. Quinton will have to decide: does he deserve to start over? Or should he pay for his past forever?

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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My Review:
5 Stars

Nova has been broken. She is barely holding herself together. College life has somehow made it easier to hold all of the pieces together. Now however she is faced with summer break and having to go home. Home to the memories that will threaten to break her all over again.

Then through a friend she winds up meeting Quinton. He is everything she doesn't need. He reminds her of everything she lost. He makes her want to to it right this time, to save the one she cares for the most.

Jessica Sorenson writes a book that takes you on quite the ride. The characters having to deal with everything from suicide to drug abuse. Her newest book takes you on a journey to the dark side that some people tend to ignore. The side where even the people who want to help don't know. A road that few come back from once they have chosen to go down it.

I cannot wait for the continuation of Nova and Quinton's story. Can she do what she thought she couldn't before? Can she finally save the one she loves or will she be broken once more?

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“How exactly do you put these things on?” Delilah asks with a hot dog in one hand and a hot dog fork in the other.
“Ask someone else,” Dylan says and then wanders over toward the tent with a cigarette in his hand.
It’s late, the sky black, and the stars sparkling magically. I’m sitting on the ground in the dirt and I don’t know why, other than there were no chairs around when I came over here by the fire pit. Delilah has been messing around with the hot dog forks for a few minutes, trying to get the hot dog on, but her aim is off and three of them have landed in the dirt.
There’s a fire crackling in front of my feet and I watch the bright flames dance, counting how many times they make a loud crackle. I don’t like where my head has gone tonight—to the last time I was sitting in front of a fire. With Landon. Kissing while cooking S’mores. It hurts my heart thinking about it and tears sting at my eyes. I wish I could forget, but at the same time I don’t want to forget, because it would mean forgetting him.
What are you doing?” Quinton asks as he round the tent. I haven’t seen him ever since he wandered off with Tristan somewhere. He has a beer in his hand and looks a little out of it as he stops just short of the fire beside Delilah.
“Trying to cook,” Delilah replies, dropping another hot dog on the ground.
Quinton shakes his head, but sets his beer down on the cooler and politely helps her out, putting the hot dogs securely onto the hot dog fork. “There you go.”
Delilah smiles at him. “Thank you, sexy,” she says as he picks up his beer and heads over to me.
Quinton’s brows furrow as he glances down at me sitting on the ground, leaning forward, hugging my knees. “Nova, what are you doing?”
I glance up at him. “Zoning.”
The reflection of the fire dances in his eyes. “You know, if I had to guess what you were doing when I was walking over here and saw you, I would have guessed exactly that. You look like you’re spacing.”
“And not helping me cook,” Delilah calls out.
I think I see Quinton roll his eyes, but it’s too dark to be certain. He stares at me for a moment, mainly focusing on my eyes and I wonder if he can tell that I was on the verge of crying. He seems undecided about something, then without saying a word, he lowers himself to the ground, looking hesitant as he starts to sit beside me. Then at the last second he scoots over behind me, putting a leg on each side of me, getting close enough that I can lean back against him, but I’m not sure if I want to—not with the mood that I’m in.
“What were you thinking about while you were zoning?” he asks quietly.
I shrug, staring at the flames. “Nothing really.”
“Are you sure… you looked a little upset.”
“I’m not. I promise. I’m just tired.” It’s a partial lie, but it’s the best I can do at the moment.
“Well, if you need to talk then…” he struggles and then grows quiet, unable to finish whatever he was going to say.

The sound of the band on the stage flows around us, a soft tune that starts to put me to sleep. The longer they play the more exhausted I feel until finally I give up and relax back against him. The contact relaxes me more then it should, but Quinton’s chest tightens the moment my head touches it. Panicking, I start to lean forward, but his arm slides around me and he pulls me tightly against him, reluctantly resting his chin on top of my head. I can hear the beat of his heart and the rhythm of his breathing and the longer he holds me the more relaxed I get until I start to drift off to sleep.

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