Jessica Sorensen's Breaking Nova Blog Tour stop today - a dark and emotionally charged story of life, death, love, and survival. Nova and Quinton are very, very, very broken characters - struggling with depression, alcohol, and drugs after crippling losses in their lives. How do you continue to live and cope when sadness, pain and sorrow is all you know? When memories haunt your daily thoughts? When you fight so hard to find peace from questions that will might never be answered?
Have your tissues close by because this one is going to hurt, really bad - your heart will physically ache for Nova & Quinton. Another beautifully written and heartbreaking story from Jessica Sorensen.
Read an excerpt, check out the Dreamcast and a enter for a chance to win a Blog Tour Giveaway for an ebook or Kindle Fire.
Have your tissues close by because this one is going to hurt, really bad - your heart will physically ache for Nova & Quinton. Another beautifully written and heartbreaking story from Jessica Sorensen.
Read an excerpt, check out the Dreamcast and a enter for a chance to win a Blog Tour Giveaway for an ebook or Kindle Fire.
Excerpt: Meet Quinton and Nova
“Quinton,” she whispers as a few stray tears escape her eyes. “Can you do something for me?”
The heart-wrenching sadness in her voice makes me want to do anything for her at the moment, if it’ll get her to smile again. “Sure. What?”
“Will you…” she sucks her lip up into her teeth as more tears stream down her cheeks. “Will you kiss me?”
That wasn’t what I was expecting her to say at all. My mind starts racing, flooded with disturbing thoughts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… not like this.” Not ever.
Tears cascade out of her eyes as she nods and release her lip from her teeth. “Okay.”
My heart is thumping and each of her sobs triggers it to thud faster. I bring my hand forward and wipe some of her tears off her cheek with my thumb. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” It’s a partial lie because I do and I don’t at the same time. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea considering we’re both a little out of it.”
She nods again and doesn’t say a word, her eyelashes fluttering against the tears as she struggles to get them to stop. The look on her face is rupturing my heart and as she rolls over, to look away from me, my willpower fractures. I grab onto her arm and without saying a word, I draw her back to me. I can feel my own tears forcing their way up into my eyes as I realize that I’m going to kiss her and it’s going to actually mean something, not just to Nova but to me.
Grappling to breathe, I secure a finger underneath her chin, tip her face up, and press my lips to hers. She sucks in a sharp, stammering breath, kissing me back like she’s been trapping her breath for ages and suddenly I’m supplying her with oxygen. I know I should pull back, but it’s been a long time since the emptiness inside me hasn’t been so hollow and I find myself slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing her back with way too much passion behind the kiss.
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.
The heart-wrenching sadness in her voice makes me want to do anything for her at the moment, if it’ll get her to smile again. “Sure. What?”
“Will you…” she sucks her lip up into her teeth as more tears stream down her cheeks. “Will you kiss me?”
That wasn’t what I was expecting her to say at all. My mind starts racing, flooded with disturbing thoughts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… not like this.” Not ever.
Tears cascade out of her eyes as she nods and release her lip from her teeth. “Okay.”
My heart is thumping and each of her sobs triggers it to thud faster. I bring my hand forward and wipe some of her tears off her cheek with my thumb. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” It’s a partial lie because I do and I don’t at the same time. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea considering we’re both a little out of it.”
She nods again and doesn’t say a word, her eyelashes fluttering against the tears as she struggles to get them to stop. The look on her face is rupturing my heart and as she rolls over, to look away from me, my willpower fractures. I grab onto her arm and without saying a word, I draw her back to me. I can feel my own tears forcing their way up into my eyes as I realize that I’m going to kiss her and it’s going to actually mean something, not just to Nova but to me.
Grappling to breathe, I secure a finger underneath her chin, tip her face up, and press my lips to hers. She sucks in a sharp, stammering breath, kissing me back like she’s been trapping her breath for ages and suddenly I’m supplying her with oxygen. I know I should pull back, but it’s been a long time since the emptiness inside me hasn’t been so hollow and I find myself slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing her back with way too much passion behind the kiss.
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.
Breaking Nova Blurb and Purchase & Preorder Links
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?
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?
"I didn’t always use to think this way. I used to have hope. I used to believe in things."
- Breaking Nova by Jessica Sorensen
Dream Cast: Nova and Quinton
“But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.” | 
"Nova said she went looking for me. No one ever goes looking for me or cared enough to worry about me. When she says it, I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there." |