Title: Souls Collide
Series: Crashing Souls #2
Author: Cynthia A. Rodriguez
Release Date: Oct 26, 2016
You remember me. You still hide from me, despite my fleeting weakness. Despite seeing my heart. Despite witnessing the miraculous moment I gave to a young man with the purest intentions.
The singular moment that changed everything. Lives hung by threads and I not only cut one, I mended it, changing everything without realizing the repercussions.
I could give them hope. I could even help them fall.
But I could not repair the trust they damaged.
You think you know their story.
But you do not know everything.
Most people don’t get second chances, but Dexter Andrews can’t seem to get it right. Not when he’s connected with his soul mate and not years later when he finds out about the tragic secret she kept from him. Now it’s his turn to set her free and pray that she finds her way back to their love. Even when it hurts so badly he feels like he can’t breathe.
Noa Cruz knows she isn’t perfect. She knows she is selfish and a liar, but she’s different now and that means putting her responsibilities before the love she keeps quiet.
Two lovers, made for one another, defying their destiny.
The singular moment that changed everything. Lives hung by threads and I not only cut one, I mended it, changing everything without realizing the repercussions.
I could give them hope. I could even help them fall.
But I could not repair the trust they damaged.
You think you know their story.
But you do not know everything.
Most people don’t get second chances, but Dexter Andrews can’t seem to get it right. Not when he’s connected with his soul mate and not years later when he finds out about the tragic secret she kept from him. Now it’s his turn to set her free and pray that she finds her way back to their love. Even when it hurts so badly he feels like he can’t breathe.
Noa Cruz knows she isn’t perfect. She knows she is selfish and a liar, but she’s different now and that means putting her responsibilities before the love she keeps quiet.
Two lovers, made for one another, defying their destiny.
Souls Collide is a companion novella to Crashing Souls, the story that introduced us to the sweet Dexter and his passionate yet troubled soul mate, Noa.
Souls Collide was the perfect ending to Dexter and Noa's story. I fell in love with their story in the first book Crashing Souls, and I was beyond excited to read the rest of their story.
"We loved each other so much that we hated each other."
"We loved each other so much that we hated each other."
Souls Collide picks up right where Crashing Souls ends. If you read Crashing Souls, you know that Dexter and Noa's story was anything but easy. It was hard, but it was real. These two have a love that is just, I don't even have the right words for it. They are honestly the true definition of soul mates. They both had everything in life against them, mostly each other getting in the way, but deep down you know that they are meant to be with the other.
" I still loved her through my silence. I yearned for her, for my match. While part of me called for her, another part of me stopped myself from reaching out to her. Because I both loved and hated the woman who was the mate of my soul."
For real, like to be completely honest, Cynthia is unlike any author I've ever read. Her words are so poetic and beautiful, even through heartbreak. I knew once I picked this book up I wouldn't be able to put it down. Cynthia's words took hold of me and held me hostage until I read the last word. The story itself is unlike any other story I've come across. It has everything I look for in a book and more. A devastating love, so destructive, yet so beautiful. Two characters who you just couldn't help but love and feel bad for. I loved and understood both Noa and Dexter. Usually when reading you tend to be on one characters side more than the other. With Souls Collide I couldn't pick a side. I understood both characters, and I wasn't mad at them for how they acted in their situation.
Cynthia, you did such an amazing job with this story and these characters. I found myself slowing down towards the end because I didn't want to part with them. I loved this book so much!
This wasn't my first of Cynthia's books, and I can promise you it wont be my last!
<3 Jill Mac
I got in the shower and tried not to think about it as I scrubbed my skin and washed the hair I’d have to pull back today. It was getting too long to wear down. The absence of the hot water when I turned the shower off had me reaching for my towel quickly.
I wiped the fog from the mirror, my eyes immediately drawn to the words in my skin. My mind was already Noa’s, but now she owned my body and she’d always own my soul.
Every time I saw the tattoo, it was like a portal straight to Memory Land where Noa was the ruler. The sweetest hell.
It was no wonder she could so easily forget. I’d been the fool to get a tattoo as a reminder of her ownership of me right where I could see it every day. She’d been the smarter of the two of us to get it somewhere she didn’t have to see it.
But did anyone else ever see it and ask her what it meant? And if they did, what did she say? What did she feel in that split moment when she allowed herself to remember that night when we ventured out into the world after hours of lovemaking and marked each other in a way the world couldn’t ignore?
Did I own her in that moment?
My chest constricted at the thought. Even if she was mine for only that moment, I’d take it. Moments strung together like Christmas lights were enough to make the world just a little brighter.
I didn’t wipe the mirror when my image began to cloud with steam again. The dark smudge of the words in my skin were still visible. I remembered those four words and what they meant to me.
She only seems free.
She no longer seemed free. She was free. Noa was free of me.
I dressed with care, as I usually did. Having a put-together appearance usually kept people off my back. If I looked like I had it all, no one would doubt it.
I was grabbing my favorite pair of dress shoes when my hand brushed against something. I closed my eyes momentarily before grabbing it and straightening.
My camera. The one Noa had gotten me for Christmas.
What Noa didn’t know was that this device, built with plastics and metals and glass had moments of ours trapped inside. I turned it on, ignoring the flicker indicating a low battery. A few button presses later and there she was. The smooth expanse of naked skin, her hair piled on top of her head, her fresh tattoo, the bubbles surrounding her. I caught her before I started cooking dinner. Pressing the button with the arrow pointed right, it was like watching her come to life in slow motion. Each inhale, exhale, and inhale…as if she were taking deep calming breaths. If I listened close enough, I could hear the sound of the water filling the tub.
The camera’s screen shut off, and just like in real life, I hadn’t experienced her nearly enough. A story without a conclusion, a movie cut off nowhere near the end credits.
I shoved the camera back where it was hidden. I wouldn’t charge it. I hadn’t touched it since the day Noa gave it to me. As I turned off the light in the closet, I shook my head.
I’d likely charge it as soon as I got home from work. Each memory was a hit of emotion. It reminded me that I was living and breathing.
Cynthia A. Rodriguez hates writing her own bio. In her spare time, you can find her watching movies, ranging anywhere from classic movies to action flicks (she has a weakness for Marvel adaptations), and reading steamy novels. She is stationed in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband and their Miniature Pinscher, Winnie (as in Pooh).
