Once, the only thing that mattered to me was football—training, playing, and earning my place on the best team at every level. I had it all, and I threw it away with a semester of drugs, alcohol, and pissing off anyone who tried to stop me. Now I’m suspended from the team, on house arrest, and forced to spend six months at home to get my shit together. The cherry on top of my fuckup sundae? Sleeping in the room next to mine is my best friend’s girl, Mia Mendez—the only woman I’ve ever loved and a reminder of everything I regret.
I’m not sure if having Mia so close will be heaven or hell. She’s off-limits—and not just because she’s working for my dad. Her heart belongs to someone else. But since the accident that killed her brother and changed everything, she walks around like a zombie, shutting out her friends and ignoring her dreams. We’re both broken, numb, and stuck in limbo.
Until I break my own rules and touch her.
Until she saves me from my nightmares by climbing into my bed.
Until the only thing I want more than having Mia for myself is to protect her from the truth.
I can’t rewrite the past, but I refuse to leave her heart in the hands of fate. For this girl, I’d climb into the sky and rearrange the stars.
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“You lift me up when there’s no reason I should be able to stand.”
When I first read the synopsis for this story, I was intrigued. Then I began reading…and I was like okay broken girl and boy who yearns for her. I was so wrong. This book goes so much deeper. It’s heartbreaking, inspiring, and will overwhelm you in the best way possible. This book? It was an emotional one I never even saw coming.
“I’ve been numb for months, but it’s no surprise that Mia’s the first to make me feel something.”
Mia Mendez is left a shadow of her former self after a tragic accident that will forever haunt her. Her life is in shambles. She’s stuck in the past while living in the present. She’s numb. Not living. Barely existing. Her story is painful. But as a reader, you feel everything for her. Her new job is a challenge. She must face Arrow. The man that her heart never admitted she loved and never recovered from.
“How many times has she come to me and saved me from the nightmares?”
Arrow is a reminder to Mia of her past. And everything she once loved. And still loves. He reminds her of the guilt she carries. Of all the decisions she has made. He reminds her of why she can never belong to him as her heart belongs to someone else. There is a twist to this that is heartbreaking. Is it possible to love when you promised yourself to someone else? Mia is not the only one forever changed by the accident. Arrow is different as well. But one thing has never changed…his heart for Mia. If anything his love for her is stronger.
“You didn’t die that night.”
“No. Death would have been easier.”
This story goes deep. There is raw, palpable emotion felt that I never expected. My heart broke and it soared. Arrow and Mia’s love is undeniable. Their attraction off the charts. This story attests to the truth in love overcoming time and circumstance. This romance will put you on edge as you are thrown into the lives of two broken people that love with a love so deep that neither one believe they deserve.
“What are you doing?”
The story is brilliantly and effortlessly written as it transitions between the past and the present. This allows the reader to be truly embedded within the story. The transitions are seamless as we learn the past and the circumstances that led up to the present. The author is talented in her ability to put her readers within the hearts of her characters. You feel EVERYTHING. The feels are unreal.
“I don’t even know if I deserve to look at you, but some days it feels like you’re the only piece of beauty left in the world.”
Spinning Out is a suspenseful and angsty read. It’s also beautiful, romantic, and highly emotional. The beginning was a bit slow, but as you get deeper into the story you realize this is so much more than the usual broken girl and boy. The pain felt is unimaginable. The author is a master at capturing the height of emotions and romance and that is what makes this story stand out. This is not an easy story, but so worth the read.
“And you’re alive.”
“Only when you touch me.”
I wake to a thump and sit up in bed. It’s three in the morning and my room is dark, but there’s more thumping. Someone’s kicking the wall between my room and Arrow’s.
My heart clenches as I picture him on the other side having wild sex with some girl. Maybe some old fuck buddy came over after I went to bed. Hell, for all I know it’s Gwen visiting her stepson’s bed.
I dismiss the idea as quickly as it comes. Arrow can’t tolerate Gwen, and he may have changed, but he’s never been one to fuck girls he can’t tolerate.
There’s another thump, then I hear Arrow’s voice. “No. Don’t.” Rough, choked words. And more thrashing. “Why?”
I throw off the covers and run to his room, opening the door without a thought.
I don’t know what I expected to find. Arrow is sleeping alone, tangled in his covers.
Frozen, I stare at him. Moonlight spills in through the open curtains and casts shadows across his face. Sweat glistens on his forehead, and his face twists in a grimace.
I step closer. I could touch him, but I shouldn’t. “Arrow?”
He kicks. His arm flies out and hits the wall.
“Arrow,” I repeat, louder this time.
He grabs my hand at the wrist and flies upright in bed as his eyes pop open. He’s breathing hard, and anguish is all over his face. For a minute, I feel like I can see inside him—all the terrified, vulnerable parts he hides from the world. I can see inside him and I know exactly what I’m looking at, because my dreams make me feel the same way.
“What are you doing here?” he asks in a low whisper. The anger from earlier is gone from his voice.
“You were having a nightmare.”
His eyes rake over me—greedy, hungry, desperate. “What? No red lace nightie? Or do you save that for my dad? Like mother, like daughter?”
I gasp before I can stop myself. Why doesn’t he just punch me? His fist to my face would hurt less than those words.
I yank my hand away, spin on my heel, and walk toward the hall. As I reach for the knob, he’s behind me. He slams his palm against the door, and it closes with a violent thunk. “I’m sorry,” he whispers behind me, his breath on my neck. “I’m sorry I said that.”
I keep my gaze on his hand. Arrow has the best hands. Big, strong, beautiful. And the first time they touched me . . .
I squeeze my eyes shut at the unwelcome memory, and shrug. “I need this job,” I say slowly. “Your stepmother has made it clear that she’ll fire me if we can’t get along, and we both know your dad will fire me if you ask him to. But please don’t. Please don’t screw it up for me.”
“Mia,” he says softly, and I feel him step closer, the heat of his body against my back. The rough pads of his fingertips brush the hair from my neck, then his breath, hot and sweet, tickles against that tender skin.
I’m frozen, divided between the wish for his kiss and the fear of it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. Hot tears roll down my cheeks, and I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. For taking this job? For going with Brogan that night when Arrow asked me not to? For entering his life to begin with?
Yes. All of that. More. “I’m so sorry.”
He drops one hand from the door and the other from my neck. My body grows cool as he steps away.
“Stop apologizing,” he says.
I turn the knob and head to my room. I don’t look back.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lexi Ryan’s novels have been described as intense, emotional, and wickedly sexy. A former college professor, she now writes full-time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her husband, two children, and a neurotic dog. Find her on Facebook or Twitter to chat about books, TV, and her children’s latest antics.
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