Fallen Facades by Ava Steele is the kind of story that shakes something loose inside you—especially through the delicate, charged, beautifully complicated relationship between Sloane Preston and Natalie Clarke and their shared love for historical buildings. Their age gap isn’t a gimmick; it’s the emotional fault line that shapes every moment between them, every hesitation, every stolen glance that feels too meaningful and too dangerous all at once.
This is a story of contrasts, connection, and the quiet magic of history — all embodied in the unlikely pairing of Sloane and Natalie. Their love for old buildings is what initially binds them, though their worlds could not be more different. Sloane, with her wealth and vision, rescues historic mansions from decay, transforming them into luxurious, million-dollar homes. Natalie, meanwhile, is captivated by the ghosts of the past in a more intimate, personal way — photographing the buildings she can’t afford to live in and spinning their stories as a professional ghost storyteller.
Their first encounter, on a spooky Halloween night in an abandoned mansion, is pure fate. The author captures the thrill of that night with cinematic clarity: the creaking floors, the flickering candlelight, and the eerie beauty of forgotten hallways. It’s in that haunted, history-steeped space that Sloane and Natalie discover a shared reverence for what came before, even as their lives are worlds apart.
What makes their connection so emotionally compelling is the tension between access and longing. Sloane can own these monuments to the past, but it’s Natalie’s eye, her lens, that sees their soul. The author portrays their interactions with exquisite subtlety: a shared laugh over a crumbling staircase, a quiet moment in a sunlit ballroom, the unspoken envy and admiration each holds for the other. Love here is inseparable from respect — for history, for beauty, and for the ways their hearts mirror one another.
Sloane is a character steeped in contradictions — confident yet guarded, commanding yet deeply fragile. Watching her navigate her own fears while simultaneously trying to protect Natalie is both heartbreaking and awe-inspiring. Steele captures Sloane’s inner turmoil in such a vivid way that readers feel the weight of her choices, the shadow of her past, and the relentless desire to do right in a world that constantly tests her limits.
Natalie, in contrast, is the emotional anchor of the duo. Her resilience and quiet strength provide balance, but the author doesn’t make her perfect; Natalie’s doubts, insecurities, and moments of raw honesty make her profoundly real. The tension between wanting to trust Sloane and fearing the inevitable fallout creates a constant undercurrent of suspense. Every shared glance, every fragile touch, is loaded with meaning — sometimes painfully so.
What makes their connection so powerful is how carefully Ava Steele tends to the emotional terrain between them. Sloane carries the weight of years—experience, regrets, responsibilities she can’t quite set down. Natalie brings a raw, unfiltered honesty that both unsettles and awakens Sloane in ways she didn’t expect. Watching them navigate the distance between who they are and who they allow themselves to be is quietly devastating.
There’s a tenderness in how they learn each other, a slowness that feels like the author is inviting you to sit with the tension instead of rushing past it. Sloane’s restraint, her fear of overstepping, makes every moment she lets her guard down feel monumental. And Natalie—oh, Natalie—she’s both bold and vulnerable in the same breath, trying to prove she knows her own heart even as she’s still discovering what love can demand of her.
Their age gap becomes less about years and more about emotional timing: Sloane afraid she’s too late for something real, Natalie afraid she’s too early to be taken seriously. That friction gives their relationship a pulse—tender, hesitant, intoxicating.
By the end, you’re left not just rooting for them, but understanding them. Their love doesn’t ignore the power imbalance or pretend the past doesn’t matter; instead, it asks whether two imperfect people can meet each other honestly despite all that stands between them. And, the answer Ava Steele offers is messy, truthful, and deeply human.
Fallen Facades stays with you because Sloane and Natalie stay with you—their longing, their fear, their courage to step toward something fragile and real.
It’s a story about breaking down walls, but it’s also about learning that some walls fall slowly, brick by brick, until you suddenly realize sunlight is coming through.
A beautifully emotional book—quietly brave, unexpectedly tender, and unforgettable.