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?
About the Author:
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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Upon starting Breaking Nova, I didn’t exactly expect sunshine, rainbows and a cookie-cutter Happily Ever After, but I had no idea how much pain and anguish was in store for the two main characters. From the opening chapters of the dual narratives, it is apparent that both Quinton and Nova are supremely sad individuals who have experienced more than their fair share of heartache. They are both flawed and self-destructive, emotionally and physically scarred by horrifying past events. I read the book with a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, cringing at their tragic circumstances, and not-so-patiently waiting to solve the puzzles of their respective pasts, sporadically revealed through snippets of flashbacks.
Any moments of happiness and contentment are found in the budding friendship between Quinton and Nova. There's a romantic connection between the pair, albeit a reluctant one, because both have remained faithful to the ghosts of their past loves. Those few precious moments where the past is simply a memory are the reason why I kept reading through the difficult moments. Despite, or perhaps because of, all of their issues, I desperately wanted something good to happen to them.
This book is one of the most heartbreaking, gut-wrenching stories I've read, which is saying something because Sorensen has a penchant for creating lost and hopeless characters. While Quinton is a large part of the story’s progression, Breaking Nova is first and foremost about Nova's journey to finding herself after being affected by a terrible tragedy. Just a fair warning, this book does end in somewhat of a cliffhanger, although the ending serves as more of a set-up to the sequel than a continuation of the same storyline. I know that there will be at least two more books in the series and I’m eager to read more of what I hope will be Quinton’s path to absolution.
Rating: 4 Stars
Things only get more intense when she traces her hand up the nape of my neck, then runs her fingers through my hair, drawing me closer, and the voice that’s haunted my head—the one telling me to stop— abruptly shuts up. I roll to my side, positioning my body over hers, lining us together, as I explore her mouth with my tongue. A few tears drip from my eyes and fall onto her cheeks, which are soaked with her own tears. She keeps gasping, pulling me closer, pressing her body against mine, like she needs me near her or she’ll die. Her legs circle my waist, and the dress she’s wearing slips up and her bare legs graze the outside of my jeans. My hands start to wander downward toward the bottom of her dress, wanting to feel the softness of her skin. But when I reach the bottom of the fabric, I can’t seem to go through with it, and at the same time her hands leave my hair. Just as quickly as it started, we stop it. Together. Both of us pulling away, panting, our eyes glossy with tears and regret as we roll onto our backs.
She cries soundlessly, with her arm draped over her head, and her chest wrenching as she cries. But I stop crying, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, letting myself die all over again.
Letting the hollowness take back over.