I’m the selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. I’ve heard the other things, too. “Paige Owens is a pretty girl with nothing else to offer. She’s just a good time at a party. She’s stupid, heartless, cold and useless. All she cares about is getting a guy to look at her. Why would anyone want to be her friend?”
Some of those things are true. Others were true. They’re all hurtful.
None of it matters.
I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way.
I’m ready to become the girl Houston Orr sees when he looks at me.
Houston isn’t a star athlete. He doesn’t play in a band. He’s never going to be president, and his life is so far away from simple and easy it isn’t even funny. He wasn’t part of my plan. But I’m starting to think plans are overrated, and maybe our stories are what we make them. And mine depends entirely on me, and the choices I make…starting now.
Houston is my fairytale. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s poetry and life. He’s truth and heartbreak, all rolled up in a tall body with dark hair, broad shoulders and green eyes that lull me into submission. He’s nothing I ever thought I wanted, but the very thing I need. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really loved, and he thinks I’m a princess. I fell into him, and now I’m holding on.
But sometimes life takes away our ability to choose. Sometimes…things aren’t in your control. Sometimes, it hurts to be selfless. My only hope is that when it comes time to choose, I get it right.
Welcome to my once upon a time and wish for happily ever after.
Another sleepless night and another house turned into a disaster all thanks to Ginger Scott! When I started this book, there was no putting it down. I was sucked in right at the beginning; consumed by the characters and their story.
I completely understand, Tracy! I made the huge mistake of starting this book at night. I tried several times putting it down and going to sleep. Houston and Paige were having none of it. I read straight through the night to finish this story. I simply could not stop reading!
First impressions of Paige in the previous 2 books, I wasn’t sure how I was going to like her. Boy was I wrong and thankfully her character didn’t really change from the past stories, she could still be a B*#@%, but I felt like I understood her and appreciated her so much.
Paige definitely made it difficult to like her in the previous two books. I always felt there was more to her story and was thrilled to have her POV. To say she is a complicated character is an under statement. She often held so much back and I loved finally being able to see her true character.
I’ve been selfish, heartless, calculated–cold. I’m starting to think the problem is that it’s taken me this long to find the line between the good side and the bad, and right now, I’m straddling.
I figured I would love Houston, but I didn’t know he would completely take my heart. Now, if asked, I don’t know who I pick as my favorite male character in the series. Where Paige was a bit harsh and rough around the edges, Houston was sweet, caring, devoted; a perfect compliment to Paige.
Houston appeared briefly in the previous book, but I was completely unprepared but how amazing he would be. He was the only person who could see past Paige’s harsh exterior. I loved that most about him. He always seemed to get through to her when no one else could.
Those guys liked what they saw, but Houston, he actually sees me.
After reading almost all of Ginger Scott’s books, I knew something was coming… I didn’t want to try to even guess what it would be because the twists and turns her stories take never end up where I think they will. And like the other books in this series; my jaw dropped!
Yes, Ms. Scott loves to torture us with her bombshells. There are two in this one I didn’t see coming. It’s one of the many reasons I love her writing. You learn to never get comfortable with how a story is unfolding, because it will likely change.
This series is one that I never want to end. I just want more of these characters and more of Ginger Scott’s writing! I don’t think I can say it enough, if you haven’t read a book by her, you need to put it on the top of your TBR list. Her writing is amazing, you feel like you are a part of the story, so sucked into and connected to the characters.
I recently discovered Ginger Scott, thanks to Tracy! She is one of the most talented and underrated NA authors today. I am hopeful she will let us visit the Falling Crew again in the future. I can’t imagine officially saying goodbye to this phenomenal series!
Is this what falling for someone is suppose to feel like?
I like you. I don’t wanna like you. But I do.
I have been repeating her words in my own head since I heard them. I’ve been saying them like a mantra because of that part of me that doesn’t want her to like me either. Because if she likes me, then maybe how I feel is okay too,
and maybe acting on it is okay, and then shit gets real. What does that even mean? Shit gets real? Shit gets hard—that’s what it means. Real hard. I have to make time for someone else; I have to take a leap of faith and risk that my world will fall apart again. That’s what that means.
“I like you too, Paige,” I whisper. “And fuck if I don’t want to. But I do.”
I take a few seconds to jog in place, stretching my neck from side to side like I’m about to step into a fight. Maybe I am. But fuck it, shit got real a long time ago. What do I have to lose now?
“I’m not looking, I swear,” I say, keeping my eyes at the floor as I barge into the bathroom. I cannot believe I’m doing this.
“Out!” she yells from behind the shower curtain. “Not even funny. Not even clever. Out, you fuck stick, out!”
Her anger makes me laugh, and fuck stick? Really?
“I have to brush my teeth. We’re pushing it close on time. I’ll be fast, and I’ll keep my face forward. I swear,” I say.
I’ve already brushed my teeth, but she doesn’t know that. I turn on the water and load up my brush. I hear the curtain slide behind me, and I know she’s looking at me. I don’t have to turn around or look into the reflection to know what her face looks like—her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, and she’s making sure I’m keeping my promise. Don’t worry Paige; I won’t look. But I know you want me to.
I’m spitting into the sink and reaching for the towel by feeling, careful not to glance up, when I hear the water switch off and the curtain slide open. There’s no towel near her or the tub; I know it because I see them hanging on the rack several steps away. She’s cheating.
I notice her shape move into my periphery to my right, and I glance briefly to catch her hand reach for the towel. When I see her back is to me, I go ahead and look long enough to take a mental picture. Her hair is soaking wet and dripping a line down her perfectly sun-kissed skin, a trail of water I let my eyes follow down her shoulder blades, to the small of her back, to an ass that is so perfect I wish I were the kind of asshole who would reach out and smack it at a time like this. I just hold my breath and memorize it instead. I turn back to the sink, lay my towel down, and move to leave.
“You looked,” she says, and I pause with my hand on the doorknob, the curves of her body now ingrained in my memory. I smile.
“Yeah, I did,” I say, before stepping into the hallway and shutting the door behind me.
THE GIRL I WAS BEFORE (Falling #3)
NA Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to release: June 23, 2015
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling author of eight young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, Wild Reckless and The Girl I Was Before.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she
often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger 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. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).
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