Synopsis
Nova Reed can't forget him-Quinton Carter, the boy with the honey-brown eyes who made her realize she deserved more than an empty life. His pain was so similar to her own. But Nova has been coming to terms with her past and healing, while Quinton is out there somewhere, sinking deeper. She's determined to find him and help him . . . before it's too late.
Nova has haunted his dreams for nearly a year-but Quinton never thought a sweet, kind person like her would care enough about a person like him. To Quinton, a dark, dangerous life is exactly what he deserves. And Nova has no place in it. But Nova has followed him to Las Vegas, and now he must do whatever it takes to keep her away, to maintain his self-imposed punishment for the unforgivable things he's done. But there's one flaw in his plan: Nova isn't going anywhere . . .
5 star Review by Guest Reviewer Bill
Nova has haunted his dreams for nearly a year-but Quinton never thought a sweet, kind person like her would care enough about a person like him. To Quinton, a dark, dangerous life is exactly what he deserves. And Nova has no place in it. But Nova has followed him to Las Vegas, and now he must do whatever it takes to keep her away, to maintain his self-imposed punishment for the unforgivable things he's done. But there's one flaw in his plan: Nova isn't going anywhere . . .
5 star Review by Guest Reviewer Bill
One of the hardest things in life is trying to save someone
that has no desire to be saved. I believe that even the most hopeless of souls
have a tiny flicker of hope buried within them - we can only try to dig deep
enough to get to that tiny flicker in time to ignite it into a choice to live.
As I finish reading Saving Quinton I’m once again reminded
of how much I love Jessica's style of writing. I enjoyed this book even more
than Breaking Nova and can't wait until the next book in the series ( No Regrets
) comes out in April. This series is not for everyone and it will strike a
nerve with many as it did with me - it is raw, dark and deals with the heart
breaking reality of suicide, drug addiction and in Quinton’s case why he became
addicted. It is the story of Nova Reed and Quinton Carter who both share
devastating loss in their lives and both blame themselves for much of that
loss. It tells how the heavy weight of regret can be too much of a burden to
live with and the extremes they go to ease the pain of those regrets. This book
picks up where Breaking Nova ended; Nova has gotten her life together and is in
a good place - she now desperately wants to help Quinton before it's too late.
She quickly gets in over her head and sees just how far he has fallen. Her deep
connection to him carries her through many challenges; some very intense and
dangerous. When it seems all is lost- Nova realizes as long as there is a
heartbeat there is hope and she makes one last ditch effort to save Quinton.But
will she get to him in time?
"Without really seeming like he realizes what he's
doing, he puts his hand over my heart, which is racing more from his touch than
anything else. He doesn't say anything, just feeling my heartbeat, while I feel
his. Both alive. Both feeling the simple yet meaningful moment while people
dodge around us, trying to leave the ride, giving us strange looks, because
they don't get what we are doing. I feel sorry for them, that they can't get
how amazing it is to feel someone else's heartbeat, to know they're still
alive."
Excerpt
“Nova, get in here,” Lea, my best friend and roommate for the last
year, calls out from my room, interrupting my video making. “I think I found
something.”
I open my eyes and stare at my image on the screen, so different
from how I appeared last summer when I was addicted to several things,
including denial. “I’ll pick up on this later,” I say to my camera phone, then
click it off and flip upright, getting to my feet.
Blood rushes down from my head and vertigo sets in, sending the
nearly empty room around me spinning. I brace my hand against the wall and make
my way to the bedroom.
“What’d you find?” I ask Lea as I stumble through the doorway.
She’s sitting on the floor in the midst of our packing boxes with
the computer on her lap, her back against the wall and her legs stretched out
in front of her. “An old newspaper article on the Internet that mentions a
Quinton Carter involved in a fatal car accident in Seattle.”
I briefly stop breathing. “What’s it say?” I whisper, fearing the
truth. She skims the article on the screen. “It says that he was one of the
drivers and that two people in the car he was driving were dead on arrival.”
She pauses, sucking in a slow breath. “And it says that he died, too, but that
the paramedics revived him.”
I swallow hard as denial begins to evaporate and I’m forced to
admit the truth. All that time I spent with Quinton and I didn’t know the dark
secrets eating away at him. “Are you sure that’s what it says?” I ask her, denial
trying to grasp hold one last time. I’m trying to hold on to the idea that
Quinton just does drugs because he’s bored. Things would be easier if that were
the case. Well, not easy, but then I’d just be helping him with addiction
instead of what’s hidden beneath the addiction. And things are never easy—life
never is. Mine isn’t. Landon’s wasn’t. Quinton’s isn’t. Lea’s isn’t. So many
heartbreaking stories and I wish I could document them all.
Lea glances up from the screen with a look of sympathy on her face.
“I’m sorry, Nova.”
I take several deep breaths, fighting the urge to count the cracks
in the ceiling as I sink down on the mattress, wondering what I’m supposed to
do. The plan was to move out of the apartment and head back home for summer
break. Spend three months in my hometown, Maple Grove, until I return to Idaho
to start my junior year of college. And I’m one for following plans, otherwise
the undetermined future unsettles me. It’s one of the things I learned to do to
help alleviate my anxiety.
I had plans this summer, to spend time with my mom, play music with
Lea when she visits for a few weeks, and work on a documentary, maybe even get
some better camera equipment. But as I take in what I’ve just learned about
Quinton, I’m starting to wonder if I should be following a different plan, one
that I should have followed nine months ago, only I wasn’t in the right state
of mind to.
About the author:
Jessica Sorensen is a #1 New York Times and USA Todaybestselling 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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