AUDIOBOOK REVIEW: DEEPER~ ROBIN YORK

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In this New Adult debut by Robin York, a college student is attacked online and must restore her name—and stay clear of a guy who’s wrong for her, but feels so right.

When Caroline Piasecki’s ex-boyfriend posts their sex pictures on the Internet, it destroys her reputation as a nice college girl. Suddenly her once-promising future doesn’t look so bright. Caroline tries to make the pictures disappear, hoping time will bury her shame. Then a guy she barely knows rises to her defense and punches her ex to the ground.

West Leavitt is the last person Caroline needs in her life. Everyone knows he’s shady. Still, Caroline is drawn to his confidence and swagger—even after promising her dad she’ll keep her distance. On late, sleepless nights, Caroline starts wandering into the bakery where West works.

They hang out, they talk, they listen. Though Caroline and West tell each other they’re “just friends,” their feelings intensify until it becomes impossible to pretend. The more complicated her relationship with West gets, the harder Caroline has to struggle to discover what she wants for herself—and the easier it becomes to find the courage she needs to fight back against the people who would judge her.

When all seems lost, sometimes the only place to go is deeper.

“The perfect new adult story . . . West will make you swoon!”New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy

“Beautifully written and full of swoony tender moments, toe-curling chemistry, and delicious, twisty angst . . . Stop whatever you’re doing and read this book.”—Christina Lauren, author of the Beautiful Bastard series

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***RECEIVED THIS AUDIOBOOK FOR EXCHANGE FOR MY HONEST REVIEW***

I have been reading tons of NA, tons of Erotica and I needed a break. Even thou New Adult Romance is one of my favorite,  I needed a change from all the sex, and roughness, and when I read this was based in College, I jumped at it. Robin York is the pen name for Ruthie Knox, and being this her first NA novel, it was super awesome. The narrators had a good flow- and the very beginning of the story caught my attention right away. The story starts of slow- so be patient because you will fall in love with everyone involved. The audiobook is long at 12 hrs and 37 minutes. 

Caroline is the heroine- and she’s in college, and yeah poor girl is a dirty whore… right? Well all because she put her trust in her ex-boyfriend- and given him all her firsts- and now he has taken those sexual pictures and plastered them on the web- everyone has seen her naked body- and yeah on paper,internet and petty college students- she was a whore. Every where she heard the names. It haunted her dreams, and she just wanted them to go away. 

Than we meet West, yeah he’s the hero in the story- and he’s a bad boy!  But he comes to her rescue- helps her when the names start flying. Both know they are totally wrong for each other- but something brings them together. There comfort of each other makes you want them both. West is the type of guy that takes care of his family-he had a really crappy upbringing and takes care of his mom/sister- working a ton of jobs to make sure his family is taken care of. Even if its not legal. He knows he doesn’t have time for relationship..   

Caroline appears to be a little needy, she think she needs West .. He tries to avoid her, he doesn’t understand why he’s so drawn to her. He’s so straight forward and I love that about West, and he wants to push her and heal her and find whats eating her apart. All she wants to do is make the online porn go away, restore her name.  She’s got alot of problems, and West has a whole bunch of his own- but they didn’t fix each other- It wasn’t about another broken couple trying to each other- they fixed themselves. They had a ton of sexual tension and chemistry and Caroline and West develop into wonderful characters that you will love. There is a book #2 Harder- will available in July

The narrators- I really liked Lynde Houck- I think she sounded like a great young adult- however, I didn’t think that Mike Chamberlain played a great young adult- but both flowed well thru the story. It was done on a duel POV from Caroline and West POV’s.  

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**photo courtesy of Dirty Girl Romance**

***DEEPER: A NOVEL: CAROLINE & WEST, BOOK 1- WRITTEN BY ROBIN YORK- NARRATED BY MIKE CHAMBERLAIN AND LYNDE HOUCK-12 HOURS AND 37 MINUTES-SERIES: CAROLINE & WEST, BOOK 1- RELEASE DATE 1/28/2014-PUBLISHED BY RANDOM HOUSE AUDIO***

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Meet West (from Caroline’s POV)

West’s eyes go wide. “Jesus, Caroline, did I hit you?”

He stands, stepping close, reaching for me. It’s as if he completely forgets he’s beating the shit out of Nate, and he just comes for me. The look in his eyes, the outstretched hand—it’s so much like the first time West reached for me, more than a year ago, that I have a moment of déjà vu. My knees buckle, which annoys me. My body is the enemy right now—my incompetent knees, that noise my throat decided to make, my leaking nose, and the pounding pain in my face.

Not to mention my heart, which is trying to escape my chest by flinging itself violently against my ribs.

West’s hand lands on my waist, steady and firm, and it’s stupid. My body is stupid. Because his hand feels kind of awesome.

Obviously I’m concussed. West is the one who hit me, probably, and he’s definitely the one who hit Nate, who—

Fuck.

Nate is sprawled out on the floor, bleeding from the mouth.

Worse, I can’t really bring myself to focus on Nate, because West’s other hand landed on my shoulder briefly, and now he’s lifting my chin. The blood makes his fingers slippery. I’m bleeding on him. And I like it.

This happens with West. He’s only touched me once before, but it isn’t the kind of thing a girl forgets.

God, there are so many, many reasons this is not good, though. Most of them aren’t even health-related. For starters, I’m not into guys who punch people. I’m not into guys at the moment, period. And if I were, I wouldn’t be into West, because West is trouble, and I’m allergic.

“You’re bleeding,” he says.

“You hit me.”

“Let me see.”

He tugs at my wrist, and I let him drag my hand away from my nose, because basically I will let West Leavitt do anything. It’s possible that he’s some kind of magical creature. I mean, he’s not. I know he’s not. He’s a twenty-year-old sophomore at Putnam College, majoring in biology. He shelves books at the library, waits tables on weekends at the Gilded Pear—which is the only fancy restaurant in Putnam—and works the overnight shift at the bakery in town. All that on top of at least a couple of shady, unofficial sources of income, plus classes, makes him a busy guy.

He’s tall—around six feet, maybe a little taller—with messy brown hair, light blue-green eyes, and a great tan.

He’s a guy who goes to my college. That’s all.

But that is not all.

His face is . . . You know how they say human beings are more attracted to symmetrical faces? Well, West’s face is slightly off in every conceivable way. One of his eyebrows tilts up a little bit, and the other one is bisected by a thin white scar. His eyes are a color that isn’t actually a color, with these tiny little flecks that sometimes look shiny, and I don’t understand how that’s possible. His mouth is wider than it ought to be, which makes him look like a smart-ass every time he smiles or almost smiles or thinks, vaguely, about smiling. His nose must have been broken once—or maybe more than once—because it’s not quite where it’s supposed to be. It’s shifted a titch to the left. And honestly? I think his ears are too small.

When he looks right at me, I can barely make words.

That’s why I’m standing here, bleeding, letting him inspect my nose.

 

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