I’m that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven’t met me, but you’ve seen me around. You probably know my sister. We’re twins, and she’s the pretty one. Maybe you’ve heard about my reputation, how much I like to hook up at parties—how easy it is to get me in bed, get what you want, and forget about me after.
Forget what you think you know. I’m leaving that girl behind.
College is all about new beginnings. So from now on—I’m just Cass. And the rest…it isn’t written yet. And no one else gets to write my story for me.
“Tyson Preeter doesn’t do can’t.”
That’s exactly what I want people to think when they see me. I am strong, invincible, confident, intelligent—arrogant. I’m the man who always finds a way around, over and through—until there’s nothing left. Since losing my ability to walk six years ago, I’ve relearned life. I don’t need sympathy. I don’t want charity. And I don’t do love.
It’s better this way, saves my disappointments for me, and me alone, and it saves my strength for everything I want.
But Cass Owens is about to wreck everything. She’s about to steal all of my strength away from me, because she needs it more. She’s about to break all of my rules, and break down all of my walls. She’s about to own me…completely.
And I’m about to let her.
I fell in love with Ty in the first book in The Falling series and after reading the sneak peak Ginger Scott gave us at the end of This is Falling I could not wait to read about Tyson and Cass in this dual POV story!
I have this feeling churning in my stomach that Cass Owens is what Nate and I like to call a game changer.
This story takes place at the same time as Rowe and Nate’s story, and although it could be read as a standalone, I highly suggest reading the first book in the series. You get to see parts of the first book in a different light and you fall in love with Ty and Cass who aren’t your typical characters you read about.
“Yeah, I heard you. You have MS. I can’t feel my legs. La di f***in’ da.”
Ty is the sexy, confident, cocky, and comical. He’s always looking for his next hook-up, and really doesn’t have to look too hard. He’s also paralyzed and in a wheelchair. I love Tyson. He is loyal to his brother, always encouraging him to be more. He followed his brother to school to work on his MBA. Many years of physical therapy also gave him the knowledge to be a trainer at the schools gym. And while he is so strong both physically and emotionally, he still holds in his pain.
Cass and her twin sister Paige came to college together also; Cass wanting to get away and Paige because their parents wanted someone to keep an eye on Cass. Before Cass’s diagnosis, she was the star soccer player and being told she had to give that up is probably the hardest part of having MS. She is sick of everyone giving her limitation… Then she meets Ty and he encourages her to set her bar higher and push her limits.
Their chemistry is undeniable. Their passion is HOT but there are so many parts to this story that are completely heartwarming. I felt a true kinship between them, but also a determination to be something more.
“I was thinking about it, and this whole friends thing is going to make it awkward when I kiss you again.”
Ginger Scott is quickly becoming an automatic “one click” for me. There is something about her writing that sucks you into the story, makes you feel like you know the characters, and leaves you with a huge book hangover and wanting more. This story is no exception. It was hard to say goodbye to Nate in the first book and it’s hard to say goodbye to Ty in this book. Luckily, we get Paige’s story next so maybe we will see a little bit more of the characters we love.
I thought I felt foolish about being younger. But that was before I made a floor display of every cliché low-self-esteem brochure printed in the state of Oklahoma. Naturally, the most embarrassing one is in Ty’s hands right now.
“How to Love Yourself So Others Will Too,” Ty reads, flipping the book in his hands and skimming his eyes over the description on the back. I take this opportunity to scoop everything else up in my arms and sit on the floor with my legs crossed, quickly stuffing things back in my bag. “Oh, this is good. Wait, listen to this one…”
He starts to quote a few of the passages, mocking the stereotypical affirmations and examples in the book. I know they’re stupid—and hearing them now, I’m not sure why I picked the book up. But reading it made me feel good an hour or two ago. “Wow, what class is making you read this shit?” he asks, finally putting the book down. His laughter cuts short when he sees me, my eyes buried in my lap.
“It’s not for a class,” I say, looking up long enough to get the book from him. “My stuff’s in the dryer. Just…just knock on my door when it buzzes done.” I leave quickly, clutching my things close to my chest and feeling ridiculous.
I don’t bother to zip my bag up again, instead carrying it all into my room and letting everything spill out into a pile on my bed. I don’t know what made me check all of these things out. It all started with the book Ty was reading, actually. My hands gravitated to it while I was looking through some of the health and wellness books. At first, my attraction was the same as Ty’s—I found the book amusing. But some of those cheesy sayings actually rang true, especially the ones about feeling inferior to siblings and how we use self-deprecating humor as a crutch. Next thing I knew…I had two books, four magazines, and a dozen brochures.
Ty’s knock on my door is soft. I hadn’t shut it all the way when I walked in, so he takes advantage and comes all the way into my room with little warning.
“Dry already?” I ask, doing my best to pretend none of that happened. I pick the pillow up from my lap, laying it over the embarrassing evidence.
“No,” Ty responds, moving closer until he’s at the foot of my bed. Without pause, he slides from his chair to the bed until he’s sitting next to me. He picks up the pillow, and my stomach sinks. His smile is soft as he scoops everything into my bag, and slides it all to the floor, closing the distance between us even more until his hand is suddenly cradling my cheek.
“Just so we’re clear here, I mean this,” he says, pressing his lips softly against mine as his other hand moves to my chin, tilting my mouth toward him. I’ve been kissed by some pretty convincing boys in my life, each one wanting to make me believe something by the way their mouth worked against mine, the way their tongues coaxed their way inside. This one kiss from Ty was like removing a blindfold.
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).