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Author: Stephanie
Nelson
Genre: New
Adult
Book description:
When Brooke Kingsley finally captures the interest of her four-year crush—Dylan Crawford—her world turns upside down. Feeling alive for the first time, Brooke decides to spend her last three days of summer with Dylan and discovers there’s more to him than the rumors being whispered all over town. The problem is, Brooke’s father doesn’t want his daughter anywhere near the blue-collar bad boy. As Brooke leaves for college, she’ll realize that some boys aren’t easy to forget.
When Brooke Kingsley finally captures the interest of her four-year crush—Dylan Crawford—her world turns upside down. Feeling alive for the first time, Brooke decides to spend her last three days of summer with Dylan and discovers there’s more to him than the rumors being whispered all over town. The problem is, Brooke’s father doesn’t want his daughter anywhere near the blue-collar bad boy. As Brooke leaves for college, she’ll realize that some boys aren’t easy to forget.
Dylan Crawford has hated the Roseville Snobs his entire
life, but one particular Snob has captured his eye—Brooke Kingsley. He knows he
should stay away from her, but willpower has never been his strong suit. Soon
Brooke is all he can think about. When she leaves for school, Dylan tries to
move on with other girls, but the memory of Brooke taunts him. There’s an
undeniable pull to the very girl he’s been warned to stay away from.
When tragedy strikes the Kingsley household, secrets are
uncovered. Brooke and Dylan must decide if what they feel for each other is
strong enough to conquer their families’ dark past.
Book Trailer http://youtu.be/rRSQV7unrCU
Turning
Home
Overall 4.5 Stars
***Received a copy for her blog tour***
Brooke is
known as “Princess” by Dylan. Brooke is daughter of lawyers and has money. She
is dating James, the boy who her parents want her to be with star football
player. But Brooke isn’t happy with him, she is a broken soul that is accepted
into a nice college and will be roommates with her best friend. She has
everything any girl would want. Right? Wrong, she has a crush on the bad boy
Dylan. She wants to end thing with James. She really want to be with Dylan, but
there are some secrets that are buried. And she knows being with him would
upset her parents. What will happen? Will she chose family or the one that
holds her heart? This book had me in tears. Dylan just has issues, and he
judges people quickly. I wanted to reach in the book and give him a hug. You
kind of start to root for Dylan and Brooke.
I loved
that day Dylan took Brooke fishing, that was my favorite part of the book and
there was where I saw potential in the two. Very romantic scene in my opinion.
I really
loved this book and this author, the book was packed with emotion and drama. I
got so connect with these characters and I didn’t want the book to end. I just
wanted it to continue. The author did a fantastic job gripping me as a reader.
I will most defiantly read more of this author’s book. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
Author Bio:
You guys may be surprised to learn that I am the most boring person you’ll ever meet. The most interesting thing about me is that I write books, most of the time in my pajamas and jacked up on caffeine.
You guys may be surprised to learn that I am the most boring person you’ll ever meet. The most interesting thing about me is that I write books, most of the time in my pajamas and jacked up on caffeine.
I began writing six years ago for fun and published my first
book in 2012. Since then, my hobby has become my job and I love every second of
it.
I live in Illinois, in the country where I’m surrounded by
corn and soybean fields. When I manage to escape my office, I enjoy fishing,
spending time with my family and playing Super Mario Bros. and Donkey Kong.
Yes, I’m a huge video game nerd.
Author links:
Twitter: @stephnel1
Buying Links:
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/turning-home-stephanie-nelson/1118735024?ean=2940148177302
Excerpt:
Excerpt 1 (from Dylan Crawford’s POV)
Excerpt 1 (from Dylan Crawford’s POV)
It was
funny how time dragged on and on when you were waiting for something. The
months Brooke had been gone had felt like years. Each day crawled by so slowly
that sometimes I thought I’d go out of my mind with madness. I went to work,
came home. I went out with Jase, drank, and hooked up with girls now and then,
only to come home to the bed that still held the memory of Brooke. Even the bed
of my truck was soaked with her memory.
I’d
lived these past months in a haze of monotonous routines and numbness. So many
times I wished I’d approached her sooner, had the balls to claim what I wanted
and not worry if her parents thought I was good enough. After a while, I grew
bitter the longer her face haunted me. No girl had ever held power over me. No
girl had ever gotten under my skin so quickly. I couldn’t begin to explain the
connection I had to Brooke, but after analyzing every small detail, I settled
on the fact that some things weren’t meant to be understood. Not everything
needed a logical explanation to make it real. I knew, without a doubt, my
feelings were just as real as the beating of my heart.
The
front door slowly opened, and I lifted my eyes to find … Mr. Kingsley. I hadn’t
been expecting him to be home. His car wasn’t in the driveway. A scowl
instantly marred his face, his eyebrows drawing together as he glared at me.
“You’re
that Crawford boy.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,
sir, I am,” I said politely. “I heard about your wife and wanted to stop by to
see if Brooke was okay.”
“What
business is it of yours how my daughter is doing?”
What
was I supposed to say to that? We stared at each other for a long moment and,
as the silence built, I saw the furious revelation light his eyes. It wasn’t a
secret the type of man I was. Everyone in town knew I was notorious for hopping
from bed to bed. Had she been my daughter, I would hate me, too.
Excerpt
2 (from Dylan Crawford’s POV -contains racy content)
I’d
lost my virginity when I was fifteen and had been having sex ever since. I
wasn’t one of those guys who kept a tally or bragged about who I’d done. To me,
sex was always just part of who I was, and that didn’t garner boasting. I was
never picky when it came to finding someone to share my bed with, so long as I
got off. No matter how beautiful the girl was or how sweetly she hinted at
wanting something more, once she showed signs of falling for me, I cut all
ties. Some girls got their hearts broken, some—the ones suffering from low
self-esteem—came back again and again, convinced they could change me. Never in
all my experiences had I associated sex as anything more than a quick high. It
satisfied an emptiness I didn’t even know existed.
When
those girls looked at me with sappy, googly eyes, my confidence soared. I felt
deserving of the admiration. Say what you will, the feeling was addictive. They
didn’t care that I didn’t have money, worked as a mechanic, or drove a twelve
year old truck. God help them, all they saw when they looked at me was someone
they were attracted to. Unfortunately, with women, sex is never just sex. Once
they learned all the fantasies swimming through their head sank after I got
what I wanted, that awe faded from their eyes. And it was on to the next.
The
girl currently on my lap, moving her bare hips against my cock, shattered all
of my misconceptions about sex. I knew I had switched places with all those
girls who’d looked at me so entranced. Now, I was the one in awe of the girl
before me. If karma were a real thing, it would take her away from me and teach
me a lesson. I’d admit I deserved it and more. Somehow, Brooke had become
everything to me. I hadn’t intentionally planned to settle down or feel the way
I felt. I didn’t pretend to know why it happened or even how. I just knew I
wouldn’t change it if I could.
Excerpt
3 (from Brooke Kingsley’s POV)
He
moved toward me, and I tensed, anxious to see what he would do. I had been
talking myself into believing I saw hints of attraction whenever he looked at
me, but that was just my obsessed mind playing tricks on me. Dylan messed
around with experienced, tough girls, not spoiled, rich girls like me. I
wouldn’t know the first thing about being with a boy like him.
“There’s
something I’ve been wanting to do since last night,” he said, gripping my waist
with both hands. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, but I only have three
days with you, and I can’t wait a second longer.”
He
slid a hand up, cupped the back of my neck, and brought his mouth to mine. I
had only ever kissed James, and those had been sloppy all-over-the-place
kisses—too eager. Dylan’s technique was completely different—slower. He nipped
at my bottom lip, applying enough pressure that weakened my knees and promised
more. I moved my mouth against his, praying he was enjoying the kiss as much as
I was. The grip on my waist tightened, tugging me closer to his body. Through
my thin shirt, I could feel the ridges that made up his muscular chest. I felt
my body slumping against his, yearning to be closer to him.
When
his tongue slipped between my lips, a moan—I didn’t know I was capable
of—vibrated up my throat. Our tongues tangled while Dylan fisted his fingers in
my hair and held me against his body as though he was afraid I would run. He
didn’t know that my legs were too weak to take me anywhere.
When
he broke away from my mouth, he rested his forehead against mine; our heavy
breaths mingled in the space between us. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he
could hear it, and the butterflies in my stomach took up residence inside my
skull, leaving me dizzy. That was not what kisses were like, at least not in my
experience.
Excerpt
4 (from Brooke Kingsley’s POV)
“I’m
going to kiss you now,” he breathed, his eyes searching my face.
I
bobbed my head, my heartbeat a hopeless flutter in my chest. “Okay.”
The
breath of his chuckle landed on my mouth as his lips pressed against mine. My
body sagged against his, and I brought my arms up and twined them around his
neck. Tilting my head to the side, I moved my mouth against his, moaning when
his tongue slipped through my lips. I could spend the rest of my life kissing
Dylan Crawford.
Somewhere
I thought I heard a cell phone ringing, but I was too lost in the sensations
consuming my body.
“You
wanna get that?” Dylan spoke against my lips, one side of his mouth lifted in a
smirk.
“No,”
I whispered.
“It’s
probably your mama or daddy,” he said with an arched brow.
I bit my
lip to hold back my smile. “You’re probably right, but they’re not going to
ruin the last night I have with you. I’ll deal with them later.”
“I see
my bad influence is rubbing off on you.”
“Would
you rather I answer it so they can tell me to come home on my last night?”
Dylan’s
smile flattened, and his eyes searched my face as though he was trying to
memorize my every feature. I studied him as well, taking in his bright green
eyes, strong jawline and full lips. I could not believe I was in his arms, after
daydreaming about him for four years. Everything about our time together seemed
surreal, and I knew once I left for school, it would be surreal—a dream
from a time in my life where I came alive. My own smile disappeared as I
wondered how long it would take him to forget our time together. Come tomorrow
night would he be entertaining a new girl, taking her fishing and mud
wrestling? It was very hard to remember that he could do whatever he wanted. We
were not dating and probably never would. Our time was a fantasy that reality
would crush tomorrow.
“Why
the pouty face?”
I
hadn’t realized I was zoning out, lost in my thoughts. “I’m not pouting.”
Dylan
leaned forward and sucked my bottom lip in between his. My eyes wide, my heart
thudding in my chest, I suppressed the moan in my throat and the heat it had
created between my legs.
“I
couldn’t resist,” Dylan said, setting me down. “It was just out there, teasing
me with its cuteness.”
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