Welcome to our stop on the DARK TOUCH blog tour! This one is a special one for me because my BBF wrote it. I fell in love with Aimee’s writing with her debut novel and basically kept emailing her until she promised to be my friend. (This is a nasty habit I have with authors I love, but it WORKS.) Anyway, I’m so proud to be part of this tour today!
by Aimee L. Salter
Release date: February 23rd 2016
Genres: Young Adult, Magical Realism, Romance
Publisher: Alloy Entertainment
Tully isn’t alone in her skin. Whenever she touches someone, they feel everything she feels. All her ugliness. All her darkness. All her pain.
The only thing she wants is to be left alone—and to finally get out of her small Oregon town.
But then she meets Chris. He’s everything she’s not. Light. Trusting. Innocent. And he wants Tully.
Tully knows she should spare him the heartache of being with her. But when he touches her, she’s not sure she’ll have the strength to push him away...
From the author of Every Ugly Word comes a poignant, emotionally raw story about the violence that plays out behind closed doors and the all-consuming passion of first love.
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I think it’s because the first time Chris saw me, I wasn’t me. He saw someone who didn’t exist. And by the time he figured that out, he didn’t care anymore.
He should have cared.
He cares now.
In the half-light of my pitiful bulb, everything looks gray. Dust motes hang in the air. My narrow bed is unmade, sheets tangled. The quilt my mom stitched when I was two hangs half-way off the mattress, stretched toward the door like it too would flee this room if it could. The rest is bare—the drawers, the closet door, the walls. Even the clothes strewn across the chair and rug are plain and dirty.
Somehow it’s never bothered me before. But with Chris here it does.
His eyes are closed, his burnished lashes quivering because he’s screwed so tight. Everything’s shaking under the pressure. The muscles in his jaw twitch. His hand is white-knuckled. His shoulders . . . oh, Lord, help me, those shoulders that have lifted things I can’t carry and swept me along too . . . they’re hunched. Knotted. Pressed in on themselves. On him. There’s so much of him that I feel small, yet he’s the place where I can breathe.
At least, he was.
My insides are in freefall because I did this to him. I shouldn’t have that power over him. I shouldn’t have that power over anyone. But he gave it to me and refused to take it back.
“Chris?” I barely whisper, but he flinches like I screamed. “It wasn’t about—”
“Don’t.” It’s a hard syllable. A word bitten off. He doesn’t even open his eyes. “I swear, Tully, if you say one word . . .” His fist becomes a hammer.
I am ugly. I am black inside, rotting and putrid. I have told him this. Many times. But tonight, finally, he believes me. As he turns on his heel and stumbles out the door, I can’t even call after him. Because when he gave me the power to turn him inside out, I gave him mine. And even though I knew this day would come, knew he was wrong about me, somehow he gave me hope.
As I watch him stagger into the hallway and disappear, that hope begins its death throes. It doesn’t die quietly. It screams and curses and shoves at me. And for the first time ever, I am grateful for my life, for my father, and for this house.
Because if it’s taught me anything, it’s how to take a blow.
Man, I really needed another Aimee Salter book in my life. I’ve been waiting a long time to get my hands on this and my girl delivered. I wanted to start a countdown for her next book as soon as I put this one down–Salter is THAT good. This book wasn’t without flaws, we’ll talk about that in a few minutes, but what Aimee did with her heroine was so flawless that I overlooked anything that made my face scrunch up in a confused look.
Let’s talk about Tully.
Tully is….complicated. She’s not a “good girl” heroine that lives a perfect life and makes an occasional bad decision to make her storyline interesting. Oh, no no no. Tully would be on the opposite side of that scale. She’s known as one of those troubled kids. To say her family life is bad would be like saying that Harry Styles is kind of cute when you know he’s one of the most beautiful men in the world. It’s a gross understatement. She consistently makes bad decisions. Worst of all, she loathes herself. Characters that don’t love themselves feel hopeless because they feel like they deserve the crap they find themselves in. And THAT is one of those spots where feel an author can really make a reader FEEL for a character. (If you’ve read any new adult romance, you know exactly what I’m talking about.) Tully did to me what she did to Chris, our hero. She dug her heels into my heart and made me fall in love with her despite, no BECAUSE of her flaws. Don’t expect to like Tully all the time. She’s probably going to make you dislike her at some point (especially that one scene!) but hang on with her. She’s the real deal.
I liked Chris just fine, but his character feel flat for me. I didn’t love him the way Tully does and that’s okay. I think Tully’s story is SO BIG that she overshadows everyone else around her. We have another important character in this story in Ms. Pine. I wish every student had a counselor like her. Someone who makes you roll your eyes at her prodding, but also throws out the buoy when you feel like you’re drowning. I love that Salter wrote in this important adult figure.
To say much more would start giving away plot points that I want you, dear reader, to explore yourself. There were moments in this book that reminded me of The Sea of Tranquility but this book is wholly unique. Pick this up and experience Tully’s story for yourself. You’ll think of her long after you finish her story.