Highly Anticipated Reads – The Redemption of Callie & Kayden

So here on our little blog, we have decided to start a little segment talking about reads we REALLY want to read. They may be books that are yet to be released and we are excitedly anticipating, books that have already been released or even books that were released a while ago. Simply put, they are books we want to read and have not yet had the chance to.

Here it goes, our first anticipated read.

If you had read my lovely little review on The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden and Jessica’s review on The Secret of Ella and Micha, you will know how much we LOVE Jessica Sorenson and her books. I was so excited when I found she was releasing a sequel to the Callie and Kayden story that I practically jumped up and down and called everyone I know (no I’m just kidding, although I was very excited!).

The worst part of this is that IT’S NOT RELEASED UNTIL AUGUST! Oh, this waiting game is like torture.

But to tide you (and me) over until August 6, Jessica Sorenson had kindly shared plenty of teasers on her blog and yes, I’m going to share them with you here 🙂

There are three teasers. Yes, THREE! I know how exciting!


Teaser #1

I want to breathe.

I want to feel alive again.
I don’t want to feel the pain.
I want it all back, but it’s gone.
I hear every sound, every laugh, every cry. People move around me frantically, but I can’t take my eyes off the sliding glass doors. There’s a violent storm outside and rain is hammering down against the concrete, dirt, and dry leaves. Sirens flash as ambulances roll up under the port.
My stomach is empty, my heart is hurting, and I can’t move.
“Callie,” Seth says. “Callie, look at me.”
I blink my gaze off the door and stare into his brown eyes filled with worry.
He takes my hand in his, his skin warm and comforting. “He’s going to be okay.”
I stare at him, trying not to cry, because I know I’m stronger than that. “Okay.”
He lets out a slow sigh and pats my hand.  “You know what, I’m going to go see if he can have visitors yet.” He gets up from the chair and walks across the packed waiting room to the receptionist desk.
He’ll be alright.
He has to be.
Deep down, I know that’s not true. His wounds and breaks may heal on the outside and cover with scars. On the inside the healing will take longer and I wonder what Kayden will be like when I see him again—who he’ll be.


Teaser #2

“I think you’re going back a little too far,” Luke argues as he reaches over me and flips open the glove box. It’s early in the morning, the sun is kissing the iced land, and the highway is a hazard from last night’s storm so we have to drive slowly. “Back to the 8-track era.”

Seth slaps his hand away from the glove box and Luke looks at me in disbelief, but I just laugh. “No, 8-tracks were still in play in the eighties.”
“Early eighties,” Luke corrects. “They faded out by mid-decade.”
I laugh because their fighting over something so ridiculous and I’m tired and nervous and my head’s in a very strange place. “You guys are fighting like an old married couple.” As soon as I say it, I want to take it back, because I’m not sure how Luke will take it.
When I look at Luke, he seems perfectly fine. He shrugs and then sticks his hand into the glove box and pulls out a tape labelled Let’s Get High. “Whatever,” he says and then feeds the tape player the tape. “As long as I’m the guy in the relationship it’s all good.”
Seth rolls his eyes. “Whatever, you’d totally be my bitch and you know it.”
That’s it. I can’t hold it in any longer. My body falls forward as I cover my mouth and my shoulders shake as I laugh into my hand. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Yes, you can,” Seth says as he pats my back. “I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say the first thing that pops into my head.”
He’s right. Seth is blunt and funny and totally says whatever the hell he wants. And I love him for it. I sit up, wiping the tears from my eyes and then give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for making me smile,” I say.
He grins. “Anytime sweetheart.”
Luke shakes his head, but there’s a grin on his face so I know he’s not offend. I like Luke. He’s not judgemental and he seems accepting.  I almost lean over to hug him and then realize how weird it is because it doesn’t freak me out. What does that mean? Crap. What does that mean?
“Come On Eilleen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners blast out from the speakers.
“This is so eighties,” Seth says as he begins snapping his fingers and bobbing his head. He really starts to get into it, shaking his hips and shimmying frontward and backward. “Come one, Callie, you know you want to dance. It’ll make you smile even more.”
I shake my head, but grin from ear-to-ear. “No way.”
Cold air fills the cab and seconds later the smell of cigarette smoke overlaps it. Seth keeps dancing as he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and takes out is pack of cigarettes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Luke bobbing his head as he sucks on the end of his cigarette and takes a long drag, then puffs it out. Seth starts shaking his hips crazily as he flicks the end of his lighter and puts it up to the tip of the cigarette. The paper curls in and turns black as he takes a long drag. The car starts rocking as the chorus comes on and both the guys really start getting into it. My lungs burn against the smoke and the cold air chills my skin. I experience almost every single detail of the moment and I decide to experience it all.
“Oh fine, what the hell.” I start lifting my shoulders up and down to the rhythm and Seth grins at me.
“That’s my girl,” he says and blows out a breath of smoke.
We both start doing this funny jiving thing with our hands and Luke laughs as he cranks up the music. When the chorus hits again we all take a deep breath and belt out the lyrics at the top of our lungs. I raise my hands up in the air above my head and shut my eyes. It’ll be all right. It’ll be all right. Kayden will be alright.
Because I’m here, dancing, smiling, and sitting between two guys. And if that can happen then anything’s possible.
Teaser #3
Just as quickly as I found him again he’s walking out of my life. I watch him weave around the tables and then he’s out the door, leaving me. I need do to something. I need to make him understand that I understand him. I need to make him see that he deserves to be happy and that he doesn’t ruin me. I get up and hurry around the tables, not caring that everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. I slam my hand against the glass door and throw myself out into the cold, completely vulnerable without my jacket on.
“I sometimes make myself throw up,” I stammer as I run up to the bike with my feet slipping against the snow.
He freezes with one foot on the ground on one foot off and turns his head. His eyes scroll across my body and I feel naked and exposed. “You what?”
I press my fingertips to my eyes and shake my head because I can’t look at him when I say it again. “I sometimes make myself throw up.” I give him a moment and then I drop my hands to my side. “And not because I think I’m fat. It’s because…” I take a step toward him and angle my head back, looking up into his emerald eyes. I can see the reflection of myself in them and I look as terrified as I feel. “It’s because I’m trying to get rid of all the vile foul feeling inside me. The ones I can’t deal with.”
He’s looking at me and I mean really looking at me and there’s this connection, this understanding that we are two people who have been fractured, not by ourselves, but by someone else and we’re doing everything we can not to shatter to pieces.
I wait for him to react and when he doesn’t move I decide to do it for him. I walk up to him, getting close enough that I can feel the heat emitting off his body. Then I throw my arms around his neck, and hug him, praying to God he’ll hug me back, because even though it’s a simple gesture in theory, sometimes hugging is complex.
His arms stay slack to his side as his chest rises and falls. I’m about to give up, back away, and allow myself to cry, when his arms wrap around my waist. He grips me tightly and it gives me hope that maybe there might be some hope left.
He holds me forever with his face nuzzled into my hair. Somewhere along the line it starts to snow, but we don’t move. We are frozen in a moment neither of us wants to leave.
“For how long?” he finally asks, his breath warm against my cheek.
I shut my eyes and bask in the feel of him. “Since it happened.”
His arms tighten around me and he presses my body against his. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” I run my fingertips up and down his back, working up the courage to ask. “Kayden?”
“Since I was twelve.” He reads my mind and trusts me enough to answer.
I constrict my arms around him, sealing us together in every way possible. Maybe if I try hard enough, we’ll fall into each other and become one single person and we can share our pain instead of caring it ourselves.
I can’t explain how those teasers made me feel but here’s a GIF that pretty much sums it up.
The excitement on that little girl’s face says it all.
Anyway, I’m off to bed… or to study, I haven’t decided yet.  But let us know of any books you cannot wait to read, we would love to hear your comments!