Launch Day Blitz: Saving Quinton (Breaking Nova #2) by Jessica Sorensen~ Giveaway, Excerpt & Adriana and Kat's Review
I suddenly realize that I’m in my room. Awake. And Nova’s here. With me. My thoughts start racing as I try to recollect what happened. I was planning on those guys beating me to death. Why didn’t that happen? Because it was too easy? Do I deserve not to be let off so easy—do I deserve worse than death? But if that’s true then why’s Nova here?
“What are you doing here?” It’s painful to talk, but I force the words to leave my mouth. “Or am I dreaming?”
She repositions her hand on my cheek, but doesn’t pull away, the startled look in her eyes diminishing. “You’re not dreaming…you were unconscious but…are you okay?” She seems nervous and it reminds me of how innocent and good she is, and how she shouldn’t be here in the crack house that I call home.
“Why are you here?” I ask, my voice feeble as I try to sit up, but my arms aren’t working and I fall right back down on the mattress.
“I came here to see you,” she replies, absent-mindedly touching her lips, and I wonder if I really kissed her or if I was imagining it.
She stares at me with her fingers on her lips and it’s uncomfortable because she’s really looking at me. I’ve been so used to people looking through me, as if I were a ghost, seeing the drugs, the person that I am now, the worthlessness all over me, instead of who I used to be. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be really looked at and for a split second I enjoy it. Then she looks away and I feel like I’m dying, my brain registering the pain in my legs, arms, chest—everywhere. And I’m crashing. Badly. My hands start to shake, my heart rate picking up as soon as I realize this.
“Go put some ice in a plastic bag,” she says, snapping her fingers at someone.
I hear a mutter and then Tristan steps into my view. He glances down at me and the haziness in his eyes lets me know he’s high on something, but I’m glad he’s at least here and it doesn’t look like he’s been beaten up. “Dude, you look like shit,” he tells me with a dopey-ass grin.
“I feel like shit,” I mutter, managing to get my hand up to my face to rub my eyes. “You look like you got away.”
“I did, and you should have run with me, you dumbass…I thought you were for a while until I realized I was alone.” Tristan chuckles under his breath. “Wait until you see yourself in a mirror.”
His amusement seems to piss Nova off and she gets to her feet, tugging the bottoms of her shorts down, fury burning in her eyes. “Go get a fucking bag to put the ice in,” she says, not yelling, but her tone is cold, abrupt, harsh, and she sort of shoves him. This isn’t the Nova I remember at all and she kind of scares me.
She seems to scare Tristan, too, who surrenders with his hands in front of him and backs toward the doorway. “Fine. Jesus, Nova. You don’t have to get crazy about it.”
“You haven’t even begun to see me get crazy,” she snaps, pointing at the door. “Now go get a damn bag.”
After Tristan leaves, she turns to the doorway and says, “What am I going to do?”
I can’t see who she’s talking to and it makes me wonder who the hell is in here. Delilah? I doubt it, since I don’t think she’d be asking Delilah that question.
“I don’t know,” someone replies. I still can’t see who it is, but I can tell the voice belongs to a female and I hate how excited I get over the fact that Nova’s not here with a guy.
Suddenly a girl with black hair and big blue eyes steps in. “He looks…” She assesses me, then looks at Nova. “He looks like he needs to go to a hospital.”
“No hospitals,” I croak. “I don’t have the cash to pay for that.” And I don’t deserve to heal so easily. I should suffer for getting up and running away from my death.
Nova stares down at me with reluctance. “Quinton, I really think you need to go to a hospital.” She kneels back down on the mattress, sweeping her long brown hair to the side as she leans over me. Her fingers gently enfold my wrist and, moving slowly, she bends my arm so I can get a good view of my hand. It’s twice the size it normally is and my skin is purple and blue. Even where her fingers are, the skin is swollen and raw, and it seems like her touch should hurt, but all I can feel is heat—her heat. God, I’ve missed her heat. I’ve spent the last year wrapped up in coldness, feeling the numbness of drugs and sex with random women and now she’s here and I feel like I’m burning up.
“It’s just a bruise,” I say, not looking at my hand, but at her. I want to hold her, hug her, kiss her, touch her, but I also want her to go away. Stay. Leave. Right. Wrong. Lexi. Nova. Guilt.
It was all your fault.
Oh boy. I don't even know where to start this review. This book was amazing! I loved it and it is probably one of my favorite Jessica Sorensen books so far.
Right from the very first page I was thrown into the darkness that Quinton's life is. He's still broken and lost, and all Nova wants is to save him from the life he's been leading. It was very hard reading about this man who has so much good inside, but won't let it out. The guilt that he carries still consumes him and he doesn't feel like he's worthy of loving and being loved, of living and finding his happiness. In every single scene, he just broke my heart.
Like I said, Nova wants to save him, but the problem is Quinton doesn't want to be saved. She tries as hard as she can to get him to laugh, to feel, to live, but Quinton doesn't want any of that. I fell bad for Nova. She tries so hard to get Quinton to see the light. She doesn't want to give up on him and thinks that Quinton will get to a better place like she once did. The problem is that the more that she tries to help Quinton, the more she is pulled into that dark place that is a part of her past.
This book is written in dual point of view which gives you a front row view of Quinton's thoughts and feelings as well as Nova's determination of saving the man that she cares so much about but who doesn't want to be saved.
I connected to every single character in this book and my heart truly broke from them. Most of the characters are in a bad place; from Quinton and Tristan to Delilah. Nova was like a ray of sunlight in this very sad book.
Overall, I loved everything in this book; the characters, the story, everything. This book proved what a heck of a writer Jessica is. She once again outdone herself and made me feel things that not many other authors are able to. Quinton and Nova's story is far from over, and after the ending of Saving Quinton, I need to have book three in my hands as soon as possible! I need to see Quinton break out of that darkness and get his Happily Ever After...
I should have known better than to be so hopeful by the title “Saving Quinton”. Nova set out to do just that, the only thing is… could she really save him? The pull of drugs and the self-destructive lifestyle that came with it was almost unbearable to read about. My heart broke for everyone in this story. Quinton was so far gone. So far buried inside his drug hazed mind, hoping the next hit would be his last. Not because he was ready to give it up, but because he was hoping it would take his life. To bring an end to the guilt that consumed his thoughts.
Nova had left him behind, but now she was back to save him. To bring him home. To make him realize that he was loved and that there are people in this world that need him to fight to live and bring him back to himself again. The only thing is… you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.
Throughout the entire book, I kept hoping Quinton would see the light Nova was trying to show him. She tried to show him that he was worth it, showed him that she cared. She only wished he could have had the strength to care back. There were a few small moments of clarity, but the addict in him was just too powerful to bring him back.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. And let me tell you, the on the roof crushed me. Broke my heart so much that I actually cried. I couldn’t imagine having someone like that in my life. To know everything I tried so hard to do failed. Nova had the heart and determination to save him. But it just wasn’t enough.
And poor Tristan. I really like him too. He and Quinton sunk further and further into drugs together. But the trouble they both get into with the dealers really make it hard to come out alive. I just want to help them all and that is what Jessica's writing does. Makes you care. Makes you believe and love these characters enough to really think about them and let them affect your thoughts the way that they do.
I had a hard time trying not to think about all of the characters after this book had ended. It's a little frustrating at times because no one’s wants to think about people living that way. It's sad and incredibly heartbreaking to know there are actual people out there in the real world just like them. Thinking nobody cares. And that may in fact be true, and that breaks my heart. We all deserved to be loved. We all deserve a Nova to bring us back to life.
The story of Quinton and Nova is far from over. There is still so much healing to be had. And it makes me kind of mad that they have ingrained themselves so much into mind, I need the next book like NOW. I would give up reading for a year to have their HEA in my hands right now. Ok, so that’s a bit much, but you get the point of how much I want it.
Jessica Sorensen is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives with her husband and three kids in Idaho. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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