Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Release Day + Excerpt + Giveaway: Saving Quinton by Jessica Sorensen

Title: Saving Quinton
Author: Jessica Sorensen
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: February 4, 2014
Hosted By: Grand Central Publishing

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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 . . .

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

“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

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.

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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