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White Trash Damaged
I TOOK A FEW tentative steps through the aftermath of my former life. It hadn’t rained since the fire and the ashes coated everything, making it difficult to know where to step. The cheap metal frame lay twisted and charred. The concrete front steps remained, blackened and leading to nowhere. This was the spot I had last seen my father. I continued farther into the debris, refusing to dwell on the person I had lost due to him not wanting to be in my life. At least Jax . . . I couldn’t even finish my thought. It turned my stomach to think about him as anything more than the animal he was. Fragments of our old boxed television crunched under my foot, and I knew I was facing what used to be the hallway. My throat began to close as I struggled to face my past and walk down this path one last time. It’s funny how the memories can hold you hostage on something that no longer existed. I took a deep breath, the air smelling like a campfire, and tilted my face toward the sky. The sun shined down, warming my skin, and the birds called to one another in the distance. There was no yelling, no hate, just life continuing on in the wake of unspeakable tragedy.
I GAZED AT THE BACK of the old trailer next door as I began to walk toward it. My body reflexively sidestepped the old bucket that used to catch rainwater, even though the bucket was long gone and melted into the dirt. I stopped, glancing to my left at my room. A small smile played on my lips as tears began to blur my vision. This was my tiny corner of the world, and for years it felt more like a prison cell. My eyes danced around the neighborhood, taking in all of the life and families that had surrounded me for years, but had been closed off to me by those walls. I kicked at a plank of wood with the toe of my shoe and raised my chin in silent defiance to all that I had been put through inside that prison. It was now that I finally realized that this place was nothing more than a shell. The real confinement was inside of my head. I had been so beaten down mentally that I had convinced myself I couldn’t leave, but it was fear that kept me, not these weak walls.
I stepped across what would have been my bathroom. Not all of the contents had disintegrated into nothingness, and I took a moment to take in what remained from all of those years. The pain, the sadness, and the loved ones brutally taken from me burned down to an old flimsy rubber hose and memories that would haunt me for a lifetime. I looked toward my old self’s old room and knew that this place didn’t hold any good memories. The memories I truly treasured were in my heart, and nothing could take those away from me.
I LET OUT A LONG, deep breath as I heard the tires on the stone parking lot behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, squinting in the sunlight as I looked at the sleek, black Cadillac parked a few feet away from Aggie’s Diner. It was time to finally close out this chapter of my life. I had learned and grown a great deal over the last few months, and I was ready to start over completely. No more running and hiding under secrets. I looked back one last time at the place where my trailer had sat before I made my way across the parking lot and slipped inside the open back door of the car. The driver nodded at me once before he got back inside and pulled out of the dusty lot.
It was impossible to block out the voices of those who had once been my entire world. I could still hear Jax apologizing. I could still see the vacant look in my mother’s eyes as she slipped into a drug-addled oblivion. The events of the day that would forever change my life replayed on a loop inside of my head as we made our way across town.
I squeezed my eyes closed and rested my head against the back of the seat. I pushed aside the guilt as I tried to focus on the happier moments that had brought my life to this point. The memories that I held sacred in my heart didn’t belong to Jax. They belonged to Tucker. He was the reason I could see past those walls.
I SMILED and let my eyes flutter open. Glancing out of the dark, tinted windows I knew we were getting closer. I sat up straight and ran my hands through my messy blond hair.
“Big day,” the driver said in a gravelly voice. My eyes focused on his peppered dark hair. He was at least twenty years older than I was. For a brief moment, I wondered if my father’s hair would be turning gray or if he had any at all. I shook the memory of him from my head and cleared my throat.
“Very,” I replied as we made our way into the city. I began to hum along to the song on the radio as we turned toward City Market.
When I ran away from my problems the first time, I had done it all wrong. I thought all I wanted was to escape from my shitty life and my abusive boyfriend. . . . I never expected to fall deeply, madly in love with someone else. But I also never expected to lose myself in the process and get absorbed into someone else’s larger-than-life world that didn’t really have a place for me in it.
I stepped out of the car, lost in my own thoughts as I glanced up at the apartment building I had been calling home. The driver nodded at me with a smile and I returned it, hoping I could keep my nerves at bay for a little longer.
“Thank you,” I called over my shoulder as I made my way to the front door and sighed before pulling it open and ascending the stairs.
Everything was going to change once again. I pulled open my apartment door and scanned the living room that was filled with cardboard boxes containing what little I had accumulated in the few months that I had lived on my own.
I ran my hand over one of the boxes as a light tapping came from the door behind me. I turned to look as it squeaked open and Tucker stood in the doorway.
“Coconut?” He laughed as he ran his hand through his hair and kicked the door closed behind him. I could feel my face turn pink with embarrassment.
“It reminds me of you.” I captured my bottom lip between my teeth and chewed on it nervously.
Tucker took two quick steps, closing the space between us, and cupped my face in his hands.
“If you wanted to smell me, Cass, all you had to do was invite me over.” His lips pulled into a slight grin. I placed my hand on his as he gently caressed my cheek.
“I did. You were late.” I smirked as his eyes met mine.
“My flight was delayed. I’m sorry.” His eyes drifted over the stack of boxes behind me. “Let me make it up to you.” His gaze flicked from my eyes to my mouth. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip, and I knew I was powerless to resist him any longer. His lips met mine hard, and my knees immediately buckled under his touch. His left arm looped around my back and held me firmly against him, keeping me from falling. Even without hitting the ground, I had fallen for this man a long time ago.
I let my mouth open slightly, and Tucker ran his tongue over my lips, causing me to moan as I pushed my tongue against his. My hands slid up his toned chest and into his messy hair. I gripped it, tugging gently as he deepened our kiss.
Panic began to set in as I thought of where this had gotten us before. My body stiffened involuntarily at the memory. Tucker broke away from our kiss and searched my eyes with worry marring his beautiful face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, struggling to steady his breathing.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can . . . not yet.”
His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my head as he pulled me against his chest.
“I’ll wait forever. Just don’t run away from me again.” He kissed the top of my head. “As long as it takes.”
I nodded and listened to the soothing steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I don’t know how I ever went a day without hearing the sound of it. His voice broke through my thoughts as his chest vibrated against my ear with each word.
“You ready to go start our forever?”
I pulled back to look up into his eyes. I wanted him to see that I meant every word I was about to say.
“I don’t ever want to spend another minute apart.” I spoke with as much confidence as I could muster, even though I was terrified about taking this next step with Tuck and leaving my new apartment—my flimsy attempt at a fresh start—behind to spend the next few months on the road with him and his band, Damaged. I glanced around my cramped apartment, suddenly realizing that, even though it was familiar, it no longer felt like my home. Tucker’s arms were my home, no matter where they took me.
Posted October 8, 2013
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Posted September 24, 2014
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This book was okay- the first one "White Trash Beautiful" was much better though. I feel like this book lacked something. Maybe it was depth, or character relationships, not sure. It just didn't feel like as much work was put into it as the first book was. C+Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 9, 2014
I really liked the first book and I was anxious to read this one. I liked it ok, but it didn't capture me the same as the first book did. I found it to be slightly repetitive. I was also more interested in the scenes between Eric and Sarah. In the end, I was glad to see Cass and Tucker healthy and happy together. I think if you read the first book, you should read this one. It did give me a bit more perspective on Tucker.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 11, 2014
I’ve always loved everything Teresa has published. I’m not very bright so every now and then I get a bit confused but she always sets me straight. :)
White Trash Beautiful was the first book of Teresa’s that I read and I absolutely fell in love with her work. She truly knows how to pull your emotions from you and White Trash Damaged was no different.
Cass and Tucker have such an amazing love for each other. I love these two because they know how to play each other and love each other.
Cass, being the broken girl from the trailer park and Tucker, being the sexy rock star, truly bring together an amazing love story.
All the characters in this book are truly awesome. I hope we see more of them in the next book so we can see what they will all do next!!
This book is not suitable for anyone under 17 yrs old due to language used.
Thank you so much Teresa for continuing this series perfectly!! Five stars have been granted :)
Posted April 10, 2014
Posted February 22, 2014
Sorry, this book was a let down. This is the second book to a trilogy and the first book White Trash Beautiful was the first. That book had everything: characters to root for, drama, love, and a ending where you hoped the main characters get their HEA. This book starts with Cass and Tucker starting their new life together along with his band on tour. They have issues to work through but his band is on the rise and she is along for the ride. I just wished that she could see her worth. It is hard to know it because she has come from a very dysfunctional family background and too many unhappy memories to forget. She was so strong in book one. She was either whining or running in this one. I forgot why Tucker wanted her in his life. But he keeps saying it to her. Maybe book three, White Trash Love Song, will be better. It would be nice to see Cass and Tucker becoming a strong united couple, and most of all I would love to see their friends Sarah and Eric hooking up. I am sorry that I could not give this book a better rating because this author's other books (her Honor series) are very good.
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Posted January 14, 2014
Posted October 31, 2013
4 out of 5 for this reader folks!
White Trash Damaged by Teresa Mummert is the second book in her White Trash Trilogy. Described as a contemporary romance, this is the continuation of Cass and Tucker's romance whom we read about in the first book White Trash Beautiful. Again Teresa writes a believable story that lifts you heart and makes you believe in love against all odds.
Cass was rescued by Tucker in the first book from a life of tragedy. Raised in a trailer park and living with her mentally ill mother and drug addicted abusive boyfriend, Cass had conceded to her life of misery until Tucker strolled into the diner she worked at, swept her off her feet, fell madly in love with her and stood up to those abusive people in her life. After the drama in book one (you absolutely must read that book before this one), we are now left hopeful that this romance will grow the wings it need to take flight.
Tucker is currently on tour with his rock band and refuses to continue this tour without Cass by his side. After the loss they both have endured, Cass agrees to tour with band and adopt the rocker lifestyle. Immediately, conflict is felt among the band members and Cass is constantly worried she is the cause. Tucker is always assuring her that he will chose her over the band and this leaves Cass feeling guilty and with the "suck it up" frame of mind.
As a friendship blooms with another female who heads the opening act of the tour, Cass finds herself questioning what it is she wants to do with her life. What is her contribution to this world? When she buys a journal and starts to pen the pain of her life little does she know she has found her calling. Believing in herself for the first time in her life, Cass soars and begins to really find herself. Of course, all would be perfect if she could just kick the jealousy she feels when she sees her man (who has to keep this relationship under wraps so he doesn't lose his female fan base) dripping with groupies and models in video shoots. As much as Tucker hates that aspect of his career, it is necessary.
Tucker is fearful of losing Cass the way he did in the first book and is extremely insecure. When Cass begins to grow into her own, Tucker is not keen on the attention she begins to receive by other men. When a new manager is hired and states that no girlfriends or groupies will be part of the tour, Tucker sees red and the conflict among the band that Cass was worried about starting ... starts. Throw in a father who never made an appearance in Cass's life until her picture if printed in a local magazine (she is found out to be Tucker's fave lady friend) and the drama is packed on.
I really enjoy these two and their troubled romance. They truely love each other and I am praying they beat the odds. This book left off quite happy, so I am interested in seeing where the final book will take us with these two. I have a few suspicions, but know regardless, Teresa Mummert will do them justice. If you like to read a good contemporary romance with hot rock stars then chances are you will appreciate this read. While this book is not drenched in sex (actually it is quite tame) I found I didn't miss the sex scenes as the love story really took front row. Looking forward to book 3! :)
HAPPY READING! :)
Posted October 12, 2013
Posted October 10, 2013
You can see my review for the first book in the trilogy on my blog.
After reading and enjoying the first book, White Trash Damaged was a letdown. I felt like so much of the book was rushed and unresolved. The arguments between Cass and Tucker, Cass’s jealousy over the other girls in Tucker’s life… none of it seemed to come to a real resolution. Brushing those important issues off doesn’t promote a healthy relationship at all and it felt a bad taste in my mouth.
As for the characters, oh goodness. Instead of liking Cass this time around, I was annoyed with her. All the jealousy and insecurities don’t reflect how she was in the first book. In the first book, she felt strong, determined, and more independent. In this book, she felt weak and whiny. Tucker didn’t seem much like I remembered him, either. In the first book, he would have done anything for Cass. This time around, he didn’t seem to stand his ground as firmly as before (e.g. Donna). I did like seeing more of Eric, though! I feel like he’s growing as a character and a person. I wanted more of him definitely.
In general, I wasn’t fond of White Trash Damaged. Of course, I’ll read the third book and I certainly hope it can redeem the trilogy for me.
Be sure to check out all of my reviews on my blog, KDH Reviews.
Posted October 9, 2013
Okay, let me just say that I've been waiting for this book for what feels like ever so yes, I ordered it the day of and read it in one sitting!! Teresa Mummert has been a top author of mine for as long as I can remember. She has a way of not only captivating the reader but enchanting them and pulling them into her worlds. It's quite an experience and believe me...she didn't disappoint with WHITE TRASH DAMAGED.
Cass quickly became my favorite heroine or antiheroine the moment I was introduced to her. She's not only relatable... she's real. Readers are able to see everything through her eyes perfectly. We can sympathize with her and we can feel as she feels because everyone is broken in some way and Cass knows this better than anyone. She has demons, just like we all do, but in WHITE TRASH DAMAGED we see her try and take on those demons and not hide behind them any longer.
Tucker is still her rock and even more so now that he's the only person Cass has left. His love for her is so intense and I really think it makes readers fall in love with him even more. I know I did if that's even possible.
In this second part of Cass and Tucker's world we also see some of Tucker's demons come to life and why he has such a hard time with one of his band members. We are also introduced to some new people along the way as we see how Cass fits in with this rockstar lifestyle.
Overall, if you loved WHITE TRASH BEAUTIFUL you will love WHITE TRASH DAMAGED all the more!
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