Author: Cassia Leo
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: March 10, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
Page Count: 369
Three fateful encounters....Two heart-breaking tragedies....One last chance to get it right
From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo, comes an epic love story about rewriting destiny.
Over the course of five years, Mikki and Crush cross paths on three separate occasions. Their first encounter changes Mikki's life forever, but their second meeting leaves them both buried beneath the emotional wreckage of a violent attack. Mikki is left with more questions and grief than she can handle, while Crush is forced to forget the girl who saved his life.
Now nineteen years old, Mikki Gladstone has decided she's tired of the mind-numbing meds. She books a flight to Los Angeles to end her life far away from her loving, though often distant, family.
Twenty-one-year-old Crush has always channeled his blackest thoughts into his music, but he's never had great aspirations. He decides to fly to Los Angeles to record a demo of the only song he's never performed in public; a song he wrote for a girl he doesn't even know: Black Box. He has no expectations of fame and he's never felt like his life had any purpose... until he meets Mikki in Terminal B.
When Mikki and Crush cross paths for the third time in Terminal B, neither has any idea who the other person is; until they slowly piece together their history and realize that fate has more in store for them than just another love story.
BLACK BOX is literary gem and one of Cassia’s best works to date. That is saying alot considering I have never disliked one of her books. BLACK BOX touches a piece of you inside that only a great book can reach. I finished at 6am….stared at my ceiling…holding my Kindle to my chest. Numerous thoughts were running through my head.
OMG! What did I just read?!
Everyone needs to read this book.
This book is MINE! I don’t want to share Mikki and Crush.
She needs to be picked up by a publisher for this book. This needs to be on shelves for everyone to read. (Yeah, as a blogger you think those things when an author’s writing touches your soul.)
Lastly…I love Cassia Leo….how could she do this me? Is it too soon to reread?
The story of Mikki and Crush is not an easy one to read by any means but it is story that needed to be told. It shows the impact and toll that grieving takes on the human soul. But the funny thing is….you don’t have to grieve for a person, you can grieve for a piece of you that has been lost. A part that was stolen and ripped from you by evil when you were already in vulnerable state. That grief changes the landscape of all future things in your life.
Crush saves Mikki from an evil, horrendous fate. Mikki saves Crush from letting the guilt and loss consume him.
I want to tell you soooo much about this book but words could not express them all. I want to tell you what “Black Box” means. I want to tell you how Mikki and Crush saved each other. I want to tell about all the beautiful, sweet, funny and heartbreaking things that happen but I can’t. I won’t. This book is an experience that you need to have on your own. You need to go through all the wonderful emotions by yourself like it was meant to be done.
What I will say…read Black Box. You need too. Everything Is Going To Be Okay.
To Cassia: I am so proud of you as your fan and supporter. You put your heart and soul on the pages of Black Box and it showed…I felt it…I loved it. Thank you and I hope you have publishers blowing up your phone because you so deserve it after this book.
Staring into Mikki’s green eyes, I swear I’m looking into my own. She’s hiding something from me that I haven’t quite figured out yet, but I’m positive it has to do with her trip to L.A. There has to be a reason someone as skittish as her decided to have coffee with me rather than go home when her flight was canceled. And there’s definitely a reason greater than curiosity for the question she just asked me.
If it weren’t her asking, this would be the point in our conversation where I begin to suspect her of being an undercover cop or journalist. But it is Mikki. And something about this girl tells me she’s not here to find out what happened in a dark parking lot three years ago.
“That’s a trick question,” I reply. “If I tell you I’ve never killed anyone, then you’ll think I’m a good guy and you’ll stay, because even though it’s not a very exciting answer, it means you’re safe. But if I tell you I’ve killed someone, you may find it intriguing or frightening. Either way, intrigued or scared, you’ll probably try to get the fuck away from me, and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
She smiles as she looks down at her fingers, which she’s tapping on the surface of the bar. “That’s a real suave way to dodge the question. It also sounds like something a murderer would say.”
She looks up and meets my gaze again. “Who did you kill?”
I pause for a moment as I try to figure out where she’s going with this conversation. Then it hits me. “Do you want to die?”
“What?” she asks, shaking her head far too adamantly. “That’s … that’s a stupid question.”
“Why is it a stupid question?”
“Because,” she snaps at me. “It’s just stupid. I don’t want to die.”
She continues to look down at her hands, which are still trembling as she fidgets with her silver thumb-ring. I get an urge to grab her hand again, to stop the trembling and fidgeting, but I don’t.
“I’m sorry. I guess that was kind of a stupid question. I was just wondering why a pretty girl like you would hang out with me when you could be at home in your warm bed with your pjs on. Or out with your friends … or your boyfriend.”
She finally chuckles. “So, accusing me of wanting to die is your way of avoiding my question or is it just a really messed-up way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?”
“It’s just me being a total dick. And … do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.” She looks up and fixes me with a steely glare. “Most guys don’t appreciate a girl who’s crazy and also doesn’t put out.” I’m not quite sure how to respond to this statement. It’s probably best to change the subject or reach for a joke. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Most girls don’t appreciate a guy who can cite Shakespeare and won’t put out. Actually, I think that’s a line from Macbeth.”
Her glare melts into a reluctant smile. “You’re not a total dick.”
“Still not putting out.”
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