Title: Nova and Quinton: No Regrets
Today is the first day of Quinton Carter's new life. The toxic guilt of his past left him in pieces-but one girl unexpectedly put him back together. Thanks to Nova Reed, Quinton can finally see the world with clear eyes. She's the reason his heart is still kicking behind the jagged scar on his chest. And he would love to have her in his arms every minute of the day . . . but he's not ready yet.
Playing drums in a band and living with her best friends are just some of the highlights of Nova's life. But the best new development? Talking to Quinton on the phone each night. She wishes she could touch him, kiss him, though she knows he needs time to heal. Yet shocking news is on the way-a reminder of life's dark side-and Nova will need Quinton like he once needed her. Is he strong enough to take the final leap out of his broken past . . . and into Nova's heart?
Author: Jessica Sorensen
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Breaking Nova, Saving Quinton
Series: Nova #3
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Breaking Nova, Saving Quinton
Published by Forever Source: Author
Published: April 15th 2014
Genres: New Adult
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As I sit down to write my review for Nova and Quinton: No Regrets by Jessica Sorensen I knew exactly what I was going to say but I took a quick peek at what other had to say and frankly I’m surprised. Seems everybody was thinking this was suppose to be a romance, after the darkness of the first two books in the series suddenly there would be sunshine and daisies. Really? Was no one paying attention to the fact that what Quinton and Nova are dealing with is the ugly destructive side of life. Frankly, I would have been very disappointed if things miraculously were happy and cheerful. Certainly not as dark and ugly as before but unicorns farting rainbows? No.
What Nova and Quinton: No Regrets is about is the struggle of coming out of the other side of self-destruction and guilt, to live again. Nova has found a good place in life but still struggles with trying to save the world. Quinton is on the road there but first must let go of his guilt, his past and discover it’s okay to be alive.
Anybody who has had darkness in their lives knows it isn’t always easy to accept it’s okay to be alive much less live. Ms. Sorensen has done a excellent job of portraying the difficulties of living with Quinton and Nova. The problems that Quinton has to deal with now that he is out, clean and trying to figure his way in this new life, one without Lexi, and drugs and self destruction. There were a few times I did want to smack him for his self-hate and self-absorption, however I think Wilson’s way was much better. I absolutely loved how he finally finds purpose to his life to get healthy in his head again. Same goes for Nova. Her always trying to save the world got a bit weary however I get it. She couldn’t save Landon, so to make up for it she trying to save everybody else. It’s would almost be very mother-hen like if it wasn’t destroying her. As for the rest of the gang – Tristan, Delilah, Lea, their stories continued as well. Is it what I expected to happen to them? Some instances yes, others no and I really liked that lack of predictability.
The book isn’t all doom and gloom. While it did not exactly have a over-all a lovey-dovey romantic feel I still found it to be a romance. The beauty of of Quinton and Nova’s struggles with their problems, to come to find a healthy place in their lives and to finally be with each other. No this series isn’t for everyone and normally I wouldn’t seek out this kind of story but since everyone I know said you have to read Jessica Sorensen I took a chance. I’m so glad I did. I enjoyed this series very much because of its ugliness since it shows you can survive anything if you can forgive yourself, and maybe along the way, find love.
“I have to tell you something else, but it’s not good—it’s bad.” Before I can chicken out, I hurry and sputter, “Someone gave me a bag of meth today and I have it underneath my mattress.” As soon as I say it, I wonder why the hell I thought this was a good idea, throwing this on her. I need to stop relying on her so much—need to stand on my own two feet.
I’m about to hang up, because really it’s the only choice, but then she says, “Did you do any of it?”
“No.” My voice shakes as I grip the side of the mattress and battle to breathe evenly.
“Do you want to?” she asks calmly.
“Yes.” My voice is full of desperation.
“Are you… are you going to?” There’s a hint of worry in her tone.
“I’m not sure,” I admit. “I want to, but I also want to throw it away.”
“Then throw it away,” she says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
“I don’t think I can.” My hands quiver just at the thought of it and I rest my forehead on the mattress, still on my knees “It feels fucking impossible.”
“Yes, you can.” She sounds so certain and I have no idea how she’s doing it—managing to sound so calm when I know she can’t be. “Just take it and dump it down the toilet. You can do this. I know you can.”
“You have too much faith in me,” I say, slipping my fingers between the bed and the mattress, fighting the urge to hang up on her and turn to what’s only inches away from my fingertips.
“No, I have the right amount,” she replies. “Now let me know when you have it and you’re headed to the bathroom. And don’t hang up on me.” It’s like she can read my mind.
I sit there forever, going back and forth with what I want and need to do. At one point I grab the bag of crystal and put it back. Then pull it out again and open it, staring at the white crystals so close I can almost taste them. But I can also hear Nova breathing on the other end. Soft and full of concern. Acting calm, when I’m sure she’s freaking out. I want to throw them away just for her, but I have to wonder if it’s possible to care for someone so much that I’d give this up. Do I care for her that much?
After a lot of deliberating, I come to one simple answer.
Yes. I care about her that much.
I get to my feet and make my way to the bathroom, not speaking. Then I lift up the toilet seat and, shutting my eyes, I tip the bag over, pour the contents into the water, and flush them down.
“Did you do it?” Nova asks at the sound of the flushing.
I press my lips together, resting back against the bathroom wall, realizing how sweaty I am and how much I’m gasping for air. “I did.”
“See, I knew you could do it,” she says with relief in her voice. “I knew you’d do the right thing.”
The right thing? Is that what I just did? Sometimes it feels like it is, but there are other times when it feels like what I’m doing is so wrong and disrespectful to Lexi. But through the right and wrong, there’s always one thing that gives me hope
and that’s Nova. She’s what keeps me going.