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Can love triumph forever? Crash - Nicole Williams (1).epub. KB. Clash - Nicole Williams (2).epub. KB. Crush - Nicole Williams (3).epub. Crash #1 by Nicole Williams Clash #2 by Nicole Williams Crush #3 by Nicole Williams. Nicole Williams is the New York Times bestselling author of Crash, Clash, and Crush, and numerous other books, including the young adult novels Trusting You .
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Clash Crash Book 2. Crush Crash Book 3. Up In Flames. Kiss and Break Up. Ella Fields. Roommates With Benefits. A hazard to girls everywhere. Lucy Larson, meet Jude Ryder. Product details File Size: HarperCollins November 20, Publication Date: November 20, Sold by: HarperCollins Publishers Language: English ASIN: Enabled X-Ray: Literary Fiction.
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Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Paperback Verified Purchase. I really liked the first installment I fell in love with Jude and Lucy in the first book so was excited for their story to continue.
Unfortunately, as much as a piece of me enjoyed reading about their lives after the first book, I am left wondering whether the author should have just stopped with the first book. A plus was that you could still feel the chemistry between them at times. However, it really just fell flat for me overall. Too many of the situations seemed overly contrived, and I think the author could have put a bit more thought into them and the plot over all.
The situation with the cheerleader that "gets in the way" is actually just more annoying than anything While I understand what the author was trying to do with the whole "spirit sister" thing, it just didn't make sense and was too unbelievable.
This would never happen in a real-life situation. At most schools college cheerleaders are actually discouraged from even fraternizing with the players, much less doing their laundry. Which is just absurd. If would have been munch more believable had it been a "sorority big-sister" or team manager or something.
The other thing that irritated me was Lucy's continued treatment of Jude. At times I felt that she really didn't deserve him I think the author took this line in the plot too far. It was also no longer believable. I also wish that the author would have spent more time on their shared troubled past. This really could have been the major issue rather than the highly contrived, under-researched, and over-played pseudo-issues that seem to plague the couple needlessly.
Overall, I'm disappointed because this could have been a great continuation of the story of two characters I fell in love with in book one But all the same, I will always love Lucy and Jude. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase.
I'm writing a review of the entire trilogy, which I loved as a whole, because I think books 2 and 3 are significantly better than the first. No, these books are not contenders for the Pulitzer Prize, nor are they mind-twisters, brain-benders, educational, or breaking any literary boundaries.
But they are FUN, passionate, sexy, and romantic.
The second 2 books even contain some particularly insightful and meaningful observations about love and relationships not to mention several hot sex scenes ;. As a jaded, cynical, overeducated, nearlyyear-old woman who should probably be reading something more "intelligent" and advanced outside of work booorrrriiiinngg , and who avoids sappy romance novels because they're unrealistic and contrary to pretty much everything I've experienced with men, this trilogy cut through my romance-raincloud and steel-encircled-heart-and-soul.
The trilogy shows how both men and women can and do act stupidly even if they're head-over-heels in love and easily self-destruct a relationship, and there are also a multitude of outside factors that can rip through a relationship. BUT love CAN prevail if the man and woman accept this problem, want each other bad enough, and will constantly work at it.
One of my favorite excerpts from the trilogy, and which sums up the main premise of the books, is: Love isn't easy. Especially the really good kind. It's difficult, and you'll want to rip your hair out just as many days as you'll feel the wind at your back.
But it's worth it. It's worth fighting for. Don't let what isn't real blind you to what is. Life isn't perfect, we aren't perfect, so why should we expect love to be? Love is what brings you together, Lucy.
But it's the blood, sweat, and tears of hard work that keeps you together,. Love isn't just about flowers, candlelight, and romance, sweetheart. It's hard work, and trust, and tears, and misery.
But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can't imagine anyone else you'd rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it. Clash moves Lucy and Jude from the Highschool to the College scene.
They are separated by a five hour drive and a canyon of relationship problems. All of the issues these two had in Crash, lack of trust, lots of temper, major jealousy Jude is playing out his full ride football scholarship, hanging with fellow players and overly interested cheerleaders.
While Lucy is balancing studies and dance and hoping to keep Jude's anger issues in check. When Jude is assigned a 'spirit sister' to make his campus life easier, it's Lucy who loses her cool and her trust in Jude. I've seen many comments from others about how unreasonably Lucy reacts to the things happening in Jude's life. She jumps to conclusions and does not put blind faith in Jude. I understand those points but Jude never really trusts Lucy either.
If he did, he would have been more forthcoming and honest with her. I love that he feels fiercely, be it love or anger. Lucy really is just a wreck.
She has some fairly large life events happening and Jude complicates all of them for her. I thought many of her decisions were somewhat childish and based solely on fear. But other decisions she made were not without a healthy dose of thought.
I can't fault her for those. Clash is another roller coaster ride, exactly what you would expect from these two love birds. You encourage me, let me vent, and aren't afraid to tell me to suck it up.
Write until there's nothing left to be said. Then write some more. Love and glitter cannons to you all! That's why I was glad this one was almost over. Every year since puberty, from mid-June to early September, I'd been sure I was going to meet the real world equivalent to Prince Charming. Call me old fashioned, call me hopelessly romantic, you could even call me a fool, but whatever I was, I knew the end result-I was a sucker.
To date, I'd never found a guy who was worthy to stand in Prince C's shadow; no real surprise there as I'd discovered more and more after each summer that guys were something of a pain in the ass. But here, working on my tan at Sapphire Lake's public beach just a couple weeks before I was all set to start my senior year at a new school, I'd just found me a Prince Hot Damn.
He arrived with a whole mess of guys, tossing a football back and forth, and specimens like this confirmed there had been some kind of divine rule in the universe because no natural selection process was up to the task of creating something like him. This was some god's, somewhere's, handiwork. He was tall, his shoulders were wide, and he had those dark ringed eyes with black lashes that had the power to undo a woman's best intentions.
So, in non-sucker terms, he was just my type. Along with every other English speaking woman in the northern hemisphere's.
My blue raspberry slurpee-that was becoming more mush than slush with each passing wanton stare-couldn't even compete for my attention.
I didn't know his name, didn't know if he had a girlfriend, didn't know if he wanted one, but I knew I was in trouble. However, it was when his dodging and tackling and sprinting ceased when he glanced my way that I knew I was in big trouble. The glance was immeasurably longer than every other glance shared with a stranger, but what was conveyed in that shortest of connections cut through me, letting some piece of this stranger work his way inside.
I'd experienced this before a few times in my life, nothing but an eye connection with a passing stranger that moved me on an instinctual level.
For no reason at all, it was like I felt my soul surface in a typhoon, begging me to take notice and follow after that moment of serendipity.
To date, I never had, but the last time I'd let one of these moments pass was last fall when a boy working at a restaurant my family visited while on vacation delivered a pizza to our table.
He'd dropped the pizza on the table, told us to enjoy, and then, right as he was leaving the table, he looked and me. My heart went boom-boom, my head got all foggy, and I felt this ache inside when he turned and walked away, like we were tied together by a fixed rope. I'd let exactly four of these soul typhoons pass unexplored, but I'd made a pact of the utmost sacredness with myself that I wouldn't let a fifth go by in the same kind of way.
I was never sure if the person on the other end of that look felt the same kind of intensity I did, so when Prince Hot Damn turned away, tackling someone into the sand, I knew I ran the risk of him thinking I was one of those girls who made an art-form of preying upon beautiful boys minding their own business.
I didn't care, I wouldn't let another one of these moments go. Life was short and I'd been a firm believer in seizing the moment for the majority of my life.
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Then, he came to another standstill, like my stare was freezing him in place, before looking back. This time it wasn't a glance. It was a good five second stare where his eyes did that dumbfounded thing mine were doing to me.
His smile had just begun its upward journey into position when a football whizzed right into the side of his face.
It was one of those moments you saw played out in movies: wide-eyed boy staring at girl, oblivious to the world around him until the laces of a football indented his forehead. And since she's got a book, she probably knows how to read, so she's smart enough to know to avoid guys like you.
I saw the reciprocation in his eyes, that and more. It was only a matter of how much time he wanted to play it cool until he came over. I had all day. That was what I reassured myself with as he threw the caught boy over his shoulder and ran the both of them into the lake, dunking up and down until the boy was squealing with laughter. I reassured myself again when he and the boy trudged from the water and returned to the cluster of boys playing football and picked up right where he left off, not sparing a single look my way.
I tried to distract myself with the book below me, but when I found myself reading the same paragraph for the sixth time, I gave up. Still not another look my way, like I was invisible. When a second hour passed in the same way, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. If he wasn't going to come to me and I wasn't quite ready to go to him, I'd just have to make him.
I'd found boys were fairly simple creatures to figure out, at least on a primal level-on a mind, heart, and soul matter they were about as confounding to me as thermal dynamics-and since primal was just a nice term for raging hormones, I decided to use their overabundance of teenage boy ones to my advantage.
Grabbing a liter of water from my beach bag, I rose to a stand, making every movement slow and deliberate. At least without looking ridiculous. His eyes weren't on me as I stood and adjusted my bikini just so, but a few male sets were.
Good sign I was doing the right thing, but bad sign he wasn't noticing since this whole stunt was set into motion for him. Pulling my clip from my mass of hair, it fell down my back, and I shook it into position for good measure.
I practically cursed under my breath when I chanced another look his way to find him in utter oblivion. What's a girl got to do to get a boy's attention these days? I walked back towards the picnic table where the newest addition to our family, the furry kind, was still smiling through his panting.
The boy played the best game of beach football I'd ever had the pleasure of watching.The second 2 books even contain some particularly insightful and meaningful observations about love and relationships not to mention several hot sex scenes ;.
Holly was a great character and she deserved to be happy. A steamy summer encounter with bad boy Jude means trouble for Lucy. To ask other readers questions about Crush , please sign up.
And I liked Lucy in the first two books. I get that she is a young woman trying to find her place in the world. Get Rome on the phone because a miracle was playing out in front of me as the only boy I wanted to notice was the only one who didn't.
In my experience as a seventeen year old girl, seven of those years having boobs that required a bra, undoing that one little knot at the center of your back had about a ninety-five percent accuracy rate of attracting any male within a five beach towel radius.