When Caroline Piasecki's ex-boyfriend posts their sex pictures on the Internet, it destroys her reputation as a nice college girl. Suddenly her once-promising future doesn't look so bright. Caroline tries to make the pictures disappear; hoping time will bury her shame. Then a guy she barely knows rises to her defence and punches her ex to the ground.
West Leavitt is the last person Caroline needs in her life. Everyone knows he's shady. Still, Caroline is drawn to his confidence and swagger - even after promising her dad she'll keep her distance. On late, sleepless nights, Caroline starts wandering into the bakery where West works.
They hang out, they talk, they listen. Though Caroline and West tell each other they're 'just friends,' their feelings intensify until it becomes impossible to pretend. The more complicated her relationship with West gets, the harder Caroline has to struggle to discover what she wants for herself - and the easier it becomes to find the courage she needs to fight back against the people who would judge her.
When all seems lost, sometimes the only place to go is deeper.
Cover: This is an OK cover for me, I don't love it, I don't hate it, but I do think there's very little to scream at readers "Hey come check me out, I'm a hot little read."
I was really interested in checking this NA out because it covers the topic of revenge porn. This is something I've heard about through the news, facebook, etc, where someone will post explicit pictures of an ex online.
This is what happens to Caroline. After breaking up with Nate, he puts the pictures up, along with her name, and location.
The horrible comments left on message board get inside Caroline's head, until they follow her around.
West, he has his own problems. His family life is dysfunctional, but he's managed to get to college in the hopes of changing that, but he still has to support his little sister Frankie, despite being miles away.
Caroline and West try and stay away from each other, it's madness, it couldn't possibly work...but they both want it to, deep down.
Oh the end...just about killed me. I need a HEA here!!! I can't wait to get my hands on Harder, because it CAN'T END THAT WAY. It was sooooo not satisfying.
Some people may find some of the language used, crude or offensive. I was taken aback at first, but I soon got used to it. Was all of it totally necessary? No. Did it ruin the story for me? No. Will it be for everyone? No.
Overall, Deeper is a strong read that's definitely worth checking out for fans of New Adult romance. The writing was solid, romance sweet and nicely built up and super hot sex thrown into the mix as well.
Sometimes I hate the girl I was back then. It’s like how, when you see a horror movie, you can’t help but feel contempt for the virgin who goes for a walk in the woods after midnight. How can she be so stupid? Doesn’t she know she’s about to get gruesomely hacked to death?
She should know. That’s why it’s so hard to watch. Because you want her to know. You want her to defend herself, and you look down on her for not knowing, even though obviously it’s the guy who hacks her up who’s at fault.
The thing is, the movie makes him seem like a force of nature—unstoppable—so the virgin comes off as a total dumbass for not checking the forecast to see if it calls for serial murder before she skips off into the night.
These days, if someone sent me a text that said nothing but OMG, I wouldn’t wonder if whatever I was about to find out was going to be bad. I’d only wonder how bad, and how long it was going to take me to crawl out of whatever pit I was about to fall in. But in August of my sophomore year at Putnam College, I didn’t worry. I thought maybe Bridget, my best friend and roommate, had gotten distracted before she could finish her train of thought.
I towel-dried my hair and stood up to lob the damp towel into my laundry basket in the closet. Missed. By the time I’d picked it up and put it where it belonged, another message had popped up on my phone, this time with a link.
You need to see this, it said.
And then, immediately after, I’m so sorry.
I clicked the link.
I think part of me knew even then. Because the thing about being a good girl is, you spend your whole life developing a finely honed radar for detecting anything that could potentially cause people to love you less.
Girls like me—or, I guess, girls like the one I was last August—we eat approval. We live for it. So when we do something dumb—or, say, when we do something really monumentally idiotic—we know.