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Title: This Is Falling
Author: Ginger Scott
Age: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release date: August 29, 2014
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Blurb:
First, I had to remember how to breathe. Then, I had to learn how to survive. Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe Stanton from before, since tragedy stole my youth and my heart went along with it.
When I left for college, I put a thousand miles between my future and my past. I’d made a choice—I was going to cross back to the other side, to live with the living. I just didn’t know how.
And then I met Nate Preeter.
An All-American baseball player, Nate wasn’t supposed to notice a ghost-of-a-girl like me. But he did. He shouldn’t want to know my name. But he did. And when he learned my secret and saw the scars it left behind, he was supposed to run. But he didn’t.
My heart was dead, and I was never supposed to belong to anyone. But Nate Preeter had me feeling, and he made me want to be his. He showed me everything I was missing.
Globug's Reveiw
"It's like I'm caught in an internal tug-of-war with myself--my heart begging to beat from thrill, but caged by fear."
The author so perfectly puts into words how someone who has suffered as Rowe has would feel. After the tragic loss of her best friend and boyfriend, Rowe chose to be home-schooled. Now over two years later it's time for college and she's chooses to try to live again in the world instead hiding from it imprisoned by guilt and fear.
She can't help but to feel like she's made a huge mistake by the time she gets to her dorm room. At least one of her roommates is nice enough. You can feel how awkward it is for Rowe to try and interact with others now. At this point you don't know the nature of how she lost her friends but you know that she's scared and doesn't like feeling closed in or unable to see an exit out of the room. I also suspected for a while that her boyfriend had cheated on her with her best friend. She often writes to him on facebook like making a journal entry but never expects him to respond to her messages.
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Her first night on her own becomes even more eventful when she has to shower in the co-ed bathroom. Nate nearly scares the ghost out her when he speaks to her before she realizes she's not alone. It only takes a moment for her to notice he's exactly the kind of guy she dreamed of meeting one day. Even better is that he feels the same way about her and the author tells the story from both characters POV.
Nate wastes no time trying to get to know Rowe and I wasted no time falling for him right along with her. He's a little forward and he flirts in an obvious sweet way. I had to laugh a little when she quickly replies to his first message on facebook. She takes Ambien most nights to be able to sleep and as my friends can tell you, I tend to be a little more brave at night online after I've had my Ambien. It's like liquid courage but in pill form. Rowe has only had the one boyfriend so this flirting thing is very new to her. It's like Nate and Rowe are perfect for each other because he knows exactly what he's looking for in a girl and she needs a guy that can help her go after what she wants but is too scared to try.
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The more time Rowe spends with Nate the harder it is for her to hold onto her past love for her ex-boyfriend. But Nate is patient and he's so intuitive and is careful not to push Rowe too fast. I love the teasing and pranks that help bring Rowe out of shell. Finally she tells Nate her story. Everyday she gets stronger and everyday she's a little more comfortable with her scars. Though Nate is more of an open book, he's also more insecure than he lets on. His high school sweetheart actually did cheat on him. He wants Rowe badly but can't suffer another rejection. He's almost ready to give up when Rowe accidentally sends her message meant for her old boyfriend to Nate instead. My heart was breaking for Rowe as she finally lets go of Josh. Her guilt is tangible. Reading the message gives Nate the courage to make his feelings for Rowe clear.
Together they both are learning to trust again and to fall in love again. It's not an easy process for either of them and the relationship is tested. Nate is put in an impossible position that leads to further heart break. But one of my favorite things about this author is how she heals the characters broken hearts and makes them stronger in the process. And of course follows it up with a happily ever after.
I have to say also that there are so many great characters to support the story as well. Nate's older brother Ty is his roommate and best friend. They have the best banter. I found myself wanting more and more of Ty's story. Then there's Cass who is one of Rowe's roommates and the other is Paige, Cass's twin sister. Paige plays the part of slutty bitch for a good portion of the story but she's redeemable. I also loved the parents. I look forward to more of these characters in the next book about Ty.
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Excerpt:
“You ever make wishes?” he says, out of nowhere. His voice breaks the thick silence, and it makes my heart jump. I think it would have jumped at hearing him anyhow.
“All the time,” I say. “You?”
“Nah,” he says, and I start to laugh, but I realize he isn’t. “I just made my first one in years.”
Breathe.
“Oh yeah? You want Barbie back?”
“No,” he smiles. “I wished you were over here instead of there.”
Oh.
More seconds pass, and I let them slip into minutes, my eyes unable to leave his. He didn’t ask. He didn’t come up with some transparent scheme. He was just honest—perfectly, beautifully, terrifyingly honest. We lie there for fifteen more minutes just looking at one another, this new feeling swallowing us both up whole, until Nate finally rolls to his back and then his other side, facing away from me.
More seconds. More minutes. I watch his body rise and fall with every breath, and it’s constant and regular, but I know he’s still awake. Being Cass’s friend, being Paige’s friend, even being Ty’s friend—that’s all part of healing. But what I’m about to do right now has nothing to do with my own personal growth and overcoming my trauma. Being Nate’s friend was a level I left in the dust the second I made his acquaintance. And right now is about me, and the pounding in my chest, and the voice in my head telling me to take what I want.
“Nate?” I speak, my eyes shut tightly.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come over?” I open my eyes as soon as I speak—amazed the words left my lips.
He rolls back over to face me, lifting his blanket open, and I somehow find my balance and tiptoe to the other side of the room, lying down next to him, in the most amazingly safe place I’ve ever felt.
He’s slow with his arm, pulling the top of the blanket over my shoulder and then reaching around the front of my body to pull me in close. He slides his other arm under my head for a pillow, and my head rests heavily on his bicep. I reach up and pull the tie from my hair, dropping it to the floor. Nate’s hand reaches along my arm when I do, and then he runs his fingers up my neck and into my hair, scooping my heavy strands into a pile along my skin. He continues to run his fingers from my hairline to behind my ear, each stroke like a wave crashing over me, making my eyes feel heavy.
“Hey Nate?” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“Mmmmm,” he says, his nose pressed against the back of my head while he pulls me in closer, continuing to wind my hair through his fingers.
“You should make more wishes,” I say.
“I just made, like, about twenty. But don’t worry. I’m patient.”
Every nerve in my body is tingling from whatever it is we’re doing. This is no longer just flirting. This is levels beyond flirting. And I am about to fall asleep without the help of Ambien for the first time in months.
“You ever make wishes?” he says, out of nowhere. His voice breaks the thick silence, and it makes my heart jump. I think it would have jumped at hearing him anyhow.
“All the time,” I say. “You?”
“Nah,” he says, and I start to laugh, but I realize he isn’t. “I just made my first one in years.”
Breathe.
“Oh yeah? You want Barbie back?”
“No,” he smiles. “I wished you were over here instead of there.”
Oh.
More seconds pass, and I let them slip into minutes, my eyes unable to leave his. He didn’t ask. He didn’t come up with some transparent scheme. He was just honest—perfectly, beautifully, terrifyingly honest. We lie there for fifteen more minutes just looking at one another, this new feeling swallowing us both up whole, until Nate finally rolls to his back and then his other side, facing away from me.
More seconds. More minutes. I watch his body rise and fall with every breath, and it’s constant and regular, but I know he’s still awake. Being Cass’s friend, being Paige’s friend, even being Ty’s friend—that’s all part of healing. But what I’m about to do right now has nothing to do with my own personal growth and overcoming my trauma. Being Nate’s friend was a level I left in the dust the second I made his acquaintance. And right now is about me, and the pounding in my chest, and the voice in my head telling me to take what I want.
“Nate?” I speak, my eyes shut tightly.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come over?” I open my eyes as soon as I speak—amazed the words left my lips.
He rolls back over to face me, lifting his blanket open, and I somehow find my balance and tiptoe to the other side of the room, lying down next to him, in the most amazingly safe place I’ve ever felt.
He’s slow with his arm, pulling the top of the blanket over my shoulder and then reaching around the front of my body to pull me in close. He slides his other arm under my head for a pillow, and my head rests heavily on his bicep. I reach up and pull the tie from my hair, dropping it to the floor. Nate’s hand reaches along my arm when I do, and then he runs his fingers up my neck and into my hair, scooping my heavy strands into a pile along my skin. He continues to run his fingers from my hairline to behind my ear, each stroke like a wave crashing over me, making my eyes feel heavy.
“Hey Nate?” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“Mmmmm,” he says, his nose pressed against the back of my head while he pulls me in closer, continuing to wind my hair through his fingers.
“You should make more wishes,” I say.
“I just made, like, about twenty. But don’t worry. I’m patient.”
Every nerve in my body is tingling from whatever it is we’re doing. This is no longer just flirting. This is levels beyond flirting. And I am about to fall asleep without the help of Ambien for the first time in months.
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About the Author:
Ginger Scott is a writer and journalist from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of four young and new adult romances, with her fifth title, This Is Falling, set to release in late August 2014.Scott has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Scott is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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