Dual Review + Excerpt Tour: Bring Down the Stars by Emma Scott

                                

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow. I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away. But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

 ********** Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage  

  

“ For you I would bring the stars, wreath their fire around your neck like diamonds, and watch them pulse to the beat of your heart”. 

First off let me just say that before this book, I’ve never read anything from this author before and I honestly did not know what to expect. Would I love her writing style?, will she be able to sweep me off feet with her lyrical words and keep me enraptured in her fictional world? So many questions were going through my head and I found myself being scared shitless to actually start this book because you know why? Somewhere along the line, the bar was set extremely high and I KNEW that this was going to be one of those reads that was going to consume me.

“Sometimes the heart hides itself behind the mind”. 

Two kids from different worlds ultimately became the very best of friends. Weston Turner and Conner Drake had a bond that was unbreakable ever since they met in Middle School and as the years went by and they became Juniors in College, it only got stronger. Growing up with a single mom and having to worry about money day in and day out, was the norm for Weston but he knew he was going to have a better life. With hard work and pure determination, he made it into the best schools with scholarships and from that point on, life got a little bit better when Conner came along. But little do these guys know it, is that their friendship is about to be tested in a huge way and when it’s all over, chaos will be the only thing that’s left standing.

Autumn has had a rough start to her Junior year and the only thing she wants right now, is to feel some sense of normalcy again. Determined to not let the past few months affect her anymore, she tries to put herself out there just a little bit. By doing that, she catches the attention of Conner Drake and the rest is history. Or in this case, it’s a complication because not only is Autumn on Connner’s radar, but she snags the attention of his quiet and sometimes pissed off looking best friend Weston. With these three now in the mix, things are about to get a whole lot complicated.

I really loved the fact that this was so uniquely different and I really was not expecting it to be that way. Weston was a quiet force to be reckoned with and my god, I fell head over heels in love with that man! He had me at the very first page and I knew there was no going back for me and I didn’t care. His drive, his underlying insecurities, his passion, his protectiveness, you name it, and I loved everything about him. But make no mistake, with that love, also came anger and disappointment from not only him, but other characters as well. 

There were a lot of sacrifices that were made between these three and along with that, the lies and deception just started piling up. I honestly did not know what to make of a certain part but at the same time I understood what the author was trying to do and it definitely kept me on my toes but I wish it was never done. Now as for the ending, I knew there was going to be a cliffhanger so I was prepared in a sense and I even braced myself for it but then I reached the end and all preparation went out the freakin window!! I needed part two as of yesterday and I don’t know how long I can survive the wait because its killing me!!

Even though this is my first read from this author, it sure as heck will not be my last. I’m addicted to her beautiful writing now, her uniqueness, and I can’t wait to see what she’s going to come up with next so If you’re looking for an angst filled beautiful romance, then this one is for you. 

Please note: this book ends on a cliffhanger.

“ For you I would bring the stars, wreath their fire around your neck like diamonds, and watch them pulse to the beat of your heart” 

Another MASTERPIECE from the BRILLIANT writer herself, Emma Scott! 

 You know you come across a book so good when you can't put it down. When despite how bruised and shattered your heart is, you just keep on going --- reading each line and clinging to it like it's your safest haven amidst pain and soul crushing scenes. That's Bring Down the Stars for me. It's not just a good book, but a tale that evokes plenty of emotions and even hours from reading it, that emotion... that FEELS stayed with me for only God knows how long. Yes! I am still reeling from all the FEELS it left me. I could not get Connor, Weston and Autumn out of my mind. Their's was a tale like no other and admittedly, Emma Scott surprised me to no end. 

 My heart! God! I expected heartbreak but not this kind that really left me broken and speechless. I should have been prepared but no, noting prepared me from the havoc it caused to my poor heart. The plot and the subject matter in it's complexity was coated with rollercoaster of emotional ride. The angst almost killed me. But the friendship and love - the requited and the unrequited one -- that, I do not know how to convey. I have all these descriptions and adjectives to support how I feel but nothing came out. All of these and more were buried deep in my heart. All I know is Emma Scott did it again. She slayed this one with flying colors and more than her brilliancy as an author, the book showcased not just her ability to write, but you can feel how she poured her heart out as the book didn't just turned out magical but touching and moving too. 

 It's no brainer that I will recommend this book because I really want you to read and savor it. Bring Down The Stars by Emma Scott wasn't an ordinary read. It was written extraordinarily well that words and lines will held so much meaning. Right from the get go, you will know this book will touch your heart. But what surprised me though, was how it touched my soul and moved me in different ways. It was EPIC in so many ways and it's everything I needed and MORE. I am forever in awe with you Emma! Bring down all those stars and slay!

      I took the cement stairs into the library and entered the cool, hushed confines of the main reading room. None of the long mahogany desks with green-shaded lamps were empty. One of the university clubs had taken over two-thirds of the space. The rest of the tables were filled with students like me, trying to get a head start their course load. I finally found an empty seat at the end of a table, opposite a blond guy engrossed in reading. His open backpack spilled books and papers into what I hoped could be my table territory. “Excuse me,” I whispered. “Can I…?” He looked up, his expression vaguely hostile. Piercing blue-green eyes set in a stunningly handsome, if angular, face met mine. High cheekbones, sharp chin and long straight nose. He looked chiseled out of smooth stone at first glance, then his features softened for a moment as his gaze swept over me. Something like recognition lit up his eyes, and I could see the gears of his brain turning as he studied, analyzed, and then came to a conclusion. Not a good one, I guessed, because his expression hardened again. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered. He stood up, leaning his tall, slender frame over the table to corral the books back into his pack. “Thanks,” I said, thinking if he wasn’t a basketball player or a runner, he was a model. All right, girl, get a grip. I sat, cracked my textbook and settled in to read. I wasn’t through two pages when the words blurred to nonsensical gibberish and my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched. I glanced up, straight into the ocean eyes of the guy across from me. A million thoughts swirled in their soft depths before they quickly glanced down. He slouched lower in his chair, disappearing behind his book—the collected poems of Walt Whitman. Part of me wanted to melt. Good lord, a hot guy reading poetry? I was only human. And this is how you wound up with a broken heart in the first place. I must’ve been frowning at the book because the guy held it up and said, “Not a fan?” I blinked back to reality. “No,” I said. “I mean, yes. I love Whitman. And poetry in general. I just... Never mind.” He regarded me a long moment, then slowly closed Whitman and picked up Atlas Shrugged from his short stack of books. “Ugh, that’s even worse,” I muttered without thinking, and then shook my head. “God, sorry, I left my filter at home. Don’t listen to me.” His lip curled. “Is there anything in my collection you approve of?” A hot, smart asshole, I thought. Game on. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not in a good mood today and it’s making me forget my manners. I’ll leave you to read your capitalist propaganda in peace.” The guy’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the blond hair that fell across his brow. “Not a fan of Rand either?” He smirked knowingly. “No, of course you aren’t.” My blood heated at his flippant tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The guy nodded at my textbook—Global Responsibility and the Third-World Hunger Epidemic—and shrugged, as if that answered everything. “Oh.” I frowned. “Well… yes. I mean, Rand’s point of view is purely capitalist and mine isn’t. Not by a long shot.” The student sitting to my right exchanged glances with the girl sitting across from him. Then both packed up their books and left. “We’re being disruptive,” I said to my across-table neighbor. “We need to stop talking now.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on me. “So what’s your point of view?” “My what?” “You said your point of view isn’t capitalist.” He raised a brow. “So what is it?” “Humanist, I suppose. Since you asked. I think everyone, regardless of race, creed, income-level, or sex should be granted the same shot as anyone else.” I raised a brow at him. “But you don’t?” “Are you asking me or telling me?” he said with a slight chuckle. “Since we’re tossing labels around, I’m a realist.” He held up his book. “And not a fan of Rand either.” “You’re not?” I leaned back too, crossing my arms. “Are you just messing with me or what?” “Maybe,” he said. “What do you care what I think anyway?” My mouth fell slack. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.” “No problem.” “Wow, you’re rude.” “That’s the word on the street.” “I can see why.” I lifted my own book up to signal conversation over, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I could feel the hum of his presence like a field of electrical wires, getting under my skin and infiltrating my thoughts. The buzz went beyond distraction. It felt like a challenge had been laid down. And I never walked away from a challenge. I lowered my book to see the guy’s glance hide behind his book again. “Well?” I demanded. “Well what?” Why are you watching me? “Why are you reading Ayn Rand if you don’t like her either?” “Required reading for an English Lit minor.” “And your major? Let me guess, pre-law.” “God, no,” he said. I raised my eyebrows but he offered nothing more. “Are you going to make me run through Amherst’s list of majors until I guess which one is yours?” “Yes,” he said. “Alphabetically, please.” A laugh burst out of me against my will, and the guy almost smiled. Every one of his hard angles softened. “Economics,” he said. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with it.” “That feels like the most honest thing you’ve said to me so far,” I said. “And that’s important to you?” “Yes,” I said, my laughter dying away as I remembered Mark and that girl, naked in the bed I’d slept in just the night before. “Honesty is very important.” He lifted one shoulder. “You don’t agree?” I asked. “Being honest is sometimes mistaken for being rude.” “You must be really honest,” I said. Again, he almost smiled. “Must be.” Satisfied that I’d held my own against this beautiful but hostile member of the opposite sex, I went back to my book…for eight entire seconds before my skin started prickling again. The electric hum of his attention was impossible to ignore. When I looked up this time, he didn’t look away but cleared his throat. “I’m Weston Turner.”                                              

Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels. NEWSLETTER | FACEBOOK | WEBSITE | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | FACEBOOK READER GROUP | AMAZON PAGE