Title: IN RUINS
Author: Danielle Pearl
Series: Something More, #1
On Sale: October 4, 2016
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The first New Adult spin-off novel in the bestselling YA Something More series by Danielle Pearl!
She wanted to start again. To be someone—anyone—different. . .
Freedom. When Carleigh Stanger thought of college, that was the word that came to mind. Freedom from her unhappy home life. Freedom from high school mistakes. Freedom from the memory of that terrible morning. Only instead of bringing a sweet escape, Carleigh's first campus party traps her in the scornful gaze of the last person she wants to see, Tucker Green.
It wasn't long ago that being close to Carleigh was everything Tucker wanted. But that was before he realized she was just another scheming girl who'd do whatever it took to get her way. Even lie to the guy she claimed to love. Unfortunately while Tucker's brain remembers the pain Carleigh caused, his body only remembers the pleasure . . .
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Carleigh (Carl) Stanger is looking for a new beginning. Freedom. That is what college will bring. She can start over. No longer carry the heavy baggage she once did in high school. This is until one night at a party she sets her eyes on the man who was once the love of her life, Tucker Green. He doesn’t look happy to see her. He looks disappointed. Disgusted. And all the pain and their past comes rushing back with what she did. But there’s also something in his eyes that she will never forget. The way they still spoke to her heart. Yet, Carl can’t believe she is looking into the eyes of the man who simply let her go.
“Because I didn’t know then that he could do something worse than end us. That he could erase us.”
Carl and Tucker find it impossible to ignore each other on campus. So they simply exist, at times ignoring each other even while in the same room. Their circumstances keep them apart. Can they ever go back to what they once were? Is friendship even an option? Their emotions are still so raw. There are battle wounds there that are not healed. Their deep connection? Now severed. There were words exchanged that cut each other deep. And the love for each other? In ruins. But their love still remains. It still stands. What will it take for that love to come to light?
“That’s what Tucker is. He is light in darkness.”
Tucker Green. His love protects. And you feel it the moment the first time he sees Carl since their devastating breakup. Despite the lies, the heartbreak, and the unspoken truths, their love is palpable. Your heart will ache for them. And the time they have lost. Their unwavering current of love is inspiring. Transcending. Consuming. Absolute. Their earth shattering love story will annihilate your heart yet slowly piece it back together.
The writing is absolutely flawless in its delivery and captivating in it’s execution. I was consumed from the very last page and did not put the book down until the very last. The author inherently and masterfully weaves a touching story about two people with an unequivocal and powerful connection that were ripped apart because of secrets and uncovered truths. With her unparalleled talent, Ms. Pearl has this innate ability to deliver riveting and vivid scenes. This was highlighted as she effortlessly placed readers between past and present with dual POVs.
In Ruins is a powerful and astoundingly moving story that simply defies everything you ever felt about getting a second chance at love. Carl and Tucker battle a lot of their own demons, but it is their love that will make your heart race. This is no cookie cutter love story. It will leave you speechless as you are placed within the pages. The courage to love again is compelling.The perseverance of their love will inspire you. Their pure unadulterated love will make you weep, smile, and promise to never doubt what love can truly endure. The author is authentic in her approach to showing that love is more about loving someone through darkness rather than loving them in the light. She is skillful in how she tackles relevant themes in this book. Emotional, gripping, and brilliantly written, In Ruins easily holds a spot as one of my top reads this year.
I linger half in a dream, wondering why I feel as if I'm waking up inside my past. My fingers automatically reach to the base of my throat for the white gold crown charm Tucker gave me before graduation last year, a reminder that I would always be his princess. But always didn’t last, and my fingers come up empty as I recall tearing off the necklace and stuffing it unceremoniously into my bathroom drawer minutes after he broke my heart.
The subtle scent of fresh spring soap, aftershave, and the faint musk of last night's sweat ambushes my senses. My eyes flutter open to find dawn breaking in through the window shades. It's still early enough that I doubt anyone else will be awake for a while, but I know that whether it's minutes or an hour, once Tucker's eyes open, it won't be long before I'm asked to leave.
It takes no more than another second or two to register the pattern of his breathing, too lively to indicate sleep, and I stiffen above him. I swallow anxiously and reluctantly look up.
He's watching me, gaze impassive, but his arms don't move. His fingertips dance, feather-light along the small of my back, and I wonder if it's what woke me. I clear my throat, though I have no idea what to say in this moment. But Tucker speaks first.
"This can't happen again. You know that, right?"
I nod. Because I do know. We'll never be friends if we blur the lines with this. Not just the sex. Not even mostly the sex. But this. This intimacy. This is what could break us. Break me.
In an instant, the haze of last night's lust begins to lift, and anxiety settles in its place. Because I doubt I could survive his breaking my heart a second time, and that’s precisely what I’m setting myself up for. I’ve laid my own trap, and I need to free myself before it’s too late.
"We shouldn't be laying in bed like this," I tell him.
His smile is wistful. "I know."
But he makes no move to disentangle himself from me. Instead, he does the opposite, his hand leisurely roving up the avenue of my spine, as if it’s going for a Sunday drive.
I shrug it from my body and sit up, startling him. "Stop doing that," I snap.
"Touching you?" His brow furrows.
"No! Yes. Touching me, and agreeing with me but continuing this... this affection anyway."
"Sorry," he murmurs half-heartedly.
"No you're not."
He frowns as I yank the sheet out from under the bedspread and drape it around myself.
"Maybe it was wrong of me," I admit. "Coming here last night. Maybe I was stupid to believe we could just hook up and walk away. Or that I could. But Tucker, if you wanted to fuck me, then why couldn't you just fuck me?" My words drown in regret. "You can't say these things—about my eyes, how you think about me... You can't stare at me the way you do, or call me Princess. It isn't fair."
"No, Tuck. You know how I feel about you. And you said it yourself. When you love someone more than your own life, you don't let them go for anything." I stare at him meaningfully. "Anything."
Tucker shakes his head, eyes lined with exasperation. "Carl, I tried to talk to you about that last night—"
"No, Tuck. I get it now," I assure him. "And maybe I always should have known. But you must have, right? Or at least you do now."
"Know what?" His brow furrows deeply, vaguely bewildered.
I glare at him, trying to determine if he's undermining my intelligence or if I'm somehow not making sense. But I know him better than that, and as easy it would be to vilify him right now, I can't lie to myself. "Maybe you really did believe it at the time," I admit. "That you loved me back."
"Or maybe you really did love me. Just not enough, you know?" I don't bother fighting the tears. He's seen them plenty of times now anyway, and if there's ever been a time to let them flow, it's now.
And Tuck stops his attempts to explain. He blinks at me, stunned silent, and I suspect he's finally grasping the weight of his own words. And I realize that even though he’s the one who said them, it’s only now that he’s really understanding their implications. The truth is obvious and cruel, and with it I can stop wondering. I can stop analyzing his words and guessing at their meaning. Because now I know.
Eventually Tucker sighs, raking his fingers through his hair as he searches for words to placate me. But I don't want his guilt, and I definitely don't want his pity.
I avert my gaze and it lands on his overnight bag, three feet to my right. I force in a deep breath and shove my hand inside it, pulling out the first piece of clothing I can grab, grateful to discover it's a t-shirt—fitted for him, but oversized for me. I hastily slip it on.
I look back at him, feeling utterly defeated. "You let me go."
We both know now what that says about his love, but this isn’t about blame—this is about acceptance. It’s about moving forward. "So let me go," I beg him, and then hurry out the door.
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