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May 15, 2015
Win BAD FOR YOU – US Hardcover or UK Paperback
Everyone has been dying to get their hands on the last of the Sea Breeze series books in print. Today you can win a hardcover US copy or a UK paperback copy of BAD FOR YOU before it’s release on May 26.
Many of you know that one of the Sea Breeze series books is being made into a movie. The While It Lasts Movie needs your support online. Share this post with the #WhileItLastsMovie and encourage your friends to follow the While It Lasts Movie on Facebook, Twitter, and now on Instagram.
Share the link or a screenshot of your post in the comments below along with saying if you want the US or UK version of BAD FOR YOU.
That’s it! Winners will be announced on Monday. Good luck everyone and happy sharing!
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May 13, 2015
And The Winners Partying in NOLA with Abbi and Addam are….
This is a repost to insure that all the winners see their names listed.
Chantelle Cunningham – Clarksville, TN
Jennifer Beauchamp – Grandville, MI
STEPHANIE ELLIS – Dayton, OH
Robin Gardner – Grand Bay, AL
Fion Jauw – Fairfax, VA
Diana Doan – Carrollton, TX
Ashley Merritt – USA
Sarah Fishman – USA
Diana Taylor – Cape Coral, FL
Christy lawson – Monroe, LA
Courtney Marble – Mount Pleasant, MI
Sami Brantley – Ormond Beach, FL
Dawn Moore – Nixa, MO
Ren Reidy – Rahway, NJ
Katherine Sparkles – USA
Serenity – East Providence, RI
Lauren Hopkins – Corvallis, OR
Al’quiera Martin – Southern Pines, NC
Jeanine Levy – Spring, TX
Holly Ford – Oakland, CA
Winners need to send an email with NOLA PARTY WINNER in the subject line to info@abbiglines.com to confirm that you will be attending. Be sure you are sending the email from the email address you used to enter the contest. If we do not hear from you by May 31, your winning will be revoked and given to another contestant.
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May 8, 2015
Event, Contests, and More…
Next week is the RT Booklovers Convention and I hope to see you all there! My friend, Addam Bramich (AKA – Cage York) will also be joining me at the event so I hope you can come out to meet him. Be sure that you are following me on social media throughout the event for special giveaways for those in attendance. Here is where you can fine me:
Facebook * Instagram * Twitter
Next week will also be the big video shoot of Addam getting his nipple pierced. We need to get the While It Lasts Movie Facebook page up to at least 20,000 likes before that video is posted. To help push that along we have a big giveaway happening right now so check out the details here:
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May 4, 2015
WIN a Trip to DISNEY WORLD! and more…
. I go whenever I get the chance. It’s my happy place.For my summer giveaway I decided to share my love with readers. A trip to Disney World!
It will cover resort stay at a moderate resort, food with the Disney Dining Plan, and park tickets for four people. On July 6 the winner will be announced. The winner will choose their dates within the months of September or October. Details on how to enter are below. There are ways to enter more than once. You can do one of the options or all of them.
Good Luck and Happy Wishing!
Win A Trip to Disney World
PREVIOUS CONTEST WINNERS:
Spring Break Giveaway
Angelia Gonzales – Abilene, TX – iPad Mini
Lindsay Peyton – Woodford, VA – iTunes Gift Card
Lynn Mjovig – Jackson, MI – Amazon Gift Card
New Orleans Party July 30 – First 20 Winners
Chantelle Cunningham – Clarksville, TN
Jennifer Beauchamp – Grandville, MI
STEPHANIE ELLIS – Dayton, OH
Robin Gardner – Grand Bay, AL
Fion Jauw – Fairfax, VA
Diana Doan – Carrollton, TX
Ashley Merritt – USA
Sarah Fishman – USA
Diana Taylor – Cape Coral, FL
Christy lawson – Monroe, LA
Courtney Marble – Mount Pleasant, MI
Sami Brantley – Ormond Beach, FL
Dawn Moore – Nixa, MO
Ren Reidy – Rahway, NJ
Katherine Sparkles – USA
Serenity – East Providence, RI
Lauren Hopkins – Corvallis, OR
Al’quiera Martin – Southern Pines, NC
Jeanine Levy – Spring, TX
Holly Ford – Oakland, CA
Spring Break Winners need to send an email with SPRING BREAK WINNER in the subject line to info@abbiglines.com, include your mailing address.
New Orleans Party Winners need to send an email with NOLA PARTY WINNER in the subject line to info@abbiglines.com to confirm that you will be attending. Be sure you are sending the email from the email address you used to enter the contest.
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April 27, 2015
Two Big Contests End THIS WEEK!
There are two big contests currently going on and we are in the final days for you to enter.
The Spring Break Reading Contest was just announced last week here on the blog. Click HERE for more information on how to enter and win!
The second contest is Party In New Orleans with Abbi and Addam*!
* New Orleans, Louisiana
* Bourbon Street
* Amazing Food and Open Bar
* Photo Booth
* Cover Models
* Addam Bramich
…… need I say more?
This contest was only announced through my newsletter but now everyone has 3 DAYS LEFT to enter. *You must be able to get to New Orleans for the party on the evening of Thursday, July 30, 2015. See the image for details on how to enter and win.
Party In New Orleans with Abbi and Addam!
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April 24, 2015
Here I Come Tattooed Bad Boys…..
Tattooed Bad Boys Author Event and Signing!
The event is taking place in York, England on April 25th, 2015 in the Ebor Suite at York Racecourse.
Both authors and readers are welcome to join our closed Facebook group
The Signing
The signing will take place between 11am and 5pm.
Tickets are £20 plus booking fee and are being sold via Eventbrite.
The Evening
Tickets for this are being sold separately to the signing.
The evening event will run from 7pm to 1am (bar closes 12:30) and will have a disco and fork buffet. There will be a live entertainer and a photo booth. Tickets are £25 plus booking fee and are being sold via Eventbrite.
Photobooks
We will be producing a photobook for the event which you will be able to be purchased from Blurb. This will be made available nearer the event date to allow for any changes in authors.
See you there!
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April 21, 2015
Spring Break Reading Giveaway!
Spring Break Reading Giveaway
Three Prizes:
iPad Mini
$50 iTunes Gift Card
$50 Amazon Gift Card
It’s Springtime and I think it’s time for a giveaway! The big kind.
Winners will be announced on April 30.
Check out the many ways you can enter below. There are ways to enter more than once to increase your chances at winning one of the three prizes listed. There will only be three winners.
Giveaways and exclusive teasers can also be found in my newsletters. There are two different ones to sign up for:
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April 15, 2015
The Field Party Newsletter
While everyone is enjoying our favorite cowboy, Mase Colt-Manning, in WHEN I’M GONE, we have also introduced the new website for my new Young Adult series – The Field Party. I also want to share that The Field Party will have it’s own newsletter along with it’s own website. So, for sneak peeks and advance notice of contests, excerpts, product availability, and more be sure to sign up for The Field Party Newsletter today!
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April 9, 2015
When I’m Gone – Prologue, Chapter One, and Giveaway
WHEN I’M GONE
PROLOGUE
Reese
“Come here, girl!” My stepfather’s voice bellowed through- out the house.
Instantly, my gut twisted. The sick knot that came from being near him and knowing what he would do to me was a constant companion.
I stood up slowly from my bed and put the book I was reading—or trying to read—down carefully. My mother wasn’t home from work yet. She was supposed to be home by now. I shouldn’t have come back from the library so early. A man and his young daughter had come up to me while I was look- ing through the children’s picture books. He’d started talking to me and asking me my name. He’d wanted to know if I was getting a book for my little sister.
The embarrassment that came with that question reminded me of my stupidity, as always.
“Girl!” my stepfather roared.
He was angry now. My eyes stung with unshed tears. If he would only just beat me like he used to. Back when I was younger and I brought home poor grades in school. If he would just call me names and tell me how worthless I was . . . but he wouldn’t. Once I had wished more than anything that he would stop hitting me. I hated the belt, and the welts he left on my legs and bottom made it hard to sit down.
Then one day, he had stopped. And I had instantly wished he’d go back to hitting me. The bite from the belt was better than this. Anything was better than this. Even death.
I opened my bedroom door and took a deep breath, re- minding myself that I could survive whatever he did. I was saving my money from the housecleaning jobs I had, and I would be leaving here soon. My mother would be glad I was gone. She hated me. She had hated me for years.
I was a burden on her.
I tugged my shirt down and tucked it into the shorts I was wearing. Then I pulled the shorts down so they covered more of my legs. It was pointless, really. I had long legs that were hard to cover up. There were never any shorts at the thrift store long enough.
It was only an hour before my mother got home. He wouldn’t do anything that she could walk in on. Even if she did, I wondered if she would accuse me and say it was my fault. She had already blamed me for the way my body had changed four years ago. My breasts had grown too large, and she had said I needed to stop eating because my ass was fat. I had tried not eating, but it hadn’t helped my bottom.
My stomach had flattened out, and it had only made my chest look larger. She’d hated that. So I had started eat- ing again, but my stomach pudge never returned. One night, when I had walked into the living room in a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a T-shirt to get some milk before I went to bed, she had slapped me and told me I looked like a whore. More than once, she had called me a stupid whore who had nothing but her looks to get her anywhere in life.
Now I stepped into the living room to see Marco, my step- father, sitting in his recliner with his eyes trained on the tele- vision and a beer in his hand. He had come home from work early.
His gaze swung to me and slowly trailed up my body, mak- ing me shiver with disgust. What I wouldn’t give to be smart and flat-chested. If my legs were short and fat, then my life would be perfect. My face wasn’t what attracted Marco. It was average enough. I hated my body. I hated it so much.
Nausea crept up, and my heart raced as I fought back the tears. He loved it when I cried. It made him worse. I wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him.
“Come sit in my lap,” he ordered.
I couldn’t do it. I had been able to avoid him for weeks by staying away from the house as much as possible. The horror of having his hands up my shirt or in my pants again was too much. I’d rather he killed me. Anything but this.
When I didn’t move, his face twisted into an evil sneer. “Get your stupid slutty ass over here, and sit on my goddamn lap!”
I closed my eyes, because the tears were coming. I had to stop them. If he’d just hit me again, I’d take it. I just couldn’t stand him touching me. I hated the sounds he made and the things he said. It was a never-ending nightmare.
Every second I stayed back was a second closer to my mother getting home. When she was here, he called me names, but he never touched me. She might wish I didn’t exist, but she was my only salvation from this.
“Go ahead and cry, I like it,” he said, sneering.
His chair creaked, and then I heard the footrest slam down. I snapped my eyes open to see him standing up. Not good. If I ran, I wouldn’t make it past him. The only other option was the backyard, but his pit bull was out there. It had bitten me three years ago, and I had needed stitches, but he hadn’t let me go to the doctor. He’d told me wrap it up; he wasn’t putting his dog down over my stupid ass.
I had an ugly scar on my hip from the dog’s teeth.
I’d never gone into the backyard again.
But watching him walk toward me, I wondered if being
eaten by his dog wasn’t better than this. It was a means to an end: death. Which didn’t sound so bad.
Just before he reached me, I decided that whatever his dog would do to me was better than this. So I ran.
He cackled with laughter behind me, but I didn’t let it slow me down. He didn’t think I’d go out the back door. How wrong he was. I would face the dogs of hell to get away from him.
But the door was bolted. I needed the key to unbolt it. No. No.
His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back to feel his hardness pressing against me. The sour taste of vomit burned the back of my throat as I jerked away from him. “No!” I yelled.
His hands moved around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed painfully. “Stupid whore. This is all you’re good for. Couldn’t graduate from high school because you were too damn stupid. But this body is meant to make men happy. Ac- cept that, bitch.”
The tears ran down my face. I hadn’t been able to stop them. He knew the words to hurt me. “No!” I cried out again, but this time the pain was there in my voice. It cracked.
“Fight me, Reese. I like it when you fight me,” he hissed in my ear.
How could my mother stay married to this man? Was my father worse than this? She’d never married him. She never told me about him. I didn’t even know his name. But no one could be worse than this awful man.
I couldn’t do this again. I was done being scared. Either he would beat me until he killed me, or he would kick me out. I had feared both for so long. My mother had told me once that all men would do in this world was think about sex when they looked at me. I would be used by men my whole life. She was always telling me to leave.
Today I was ready. I only had eight hundred and fifty-five dollars saved up, but I could get a bus ticket to the other side of the country and get a job. If I got out of this house alive, that’s what I was doing.
Marco’s hands slipped down the front of my shorts, and I bucked against him, screaming. I didn’t want his hand there. “Let me go!” I yelled, loudly enough for the neighbors to hear.
He pulled his hand out and jerked me around by my arm so hard it popped. Then he slammed me against the door. His hand punched my face with a loud crack. My vision blurred, and I felt my knees go weak. “Shut up, bitch, and take it.”
His hands grabbed my shirt and jerked it up, then tugged my bra down. I sobbed, because I couldn’t stop the horror. It was coming, and I couldn’t stop him.
“Get away from my husband, you whore, and leave my house! I don’t want to ever see your face again!” My mother’s voice stopped Marco, and he moved his hands off my breasts. I jerked my shirt back down.
My face was burning from the punch, and I tasted blood on my lip as the stinging cut under my tongue began to swell. “Out, you stupid, good-for-nothing whore!” my mother screamed.
That moment changed everything.
CHAPTER 1
Mase
Two years later
Fucking hell. What was that noise? I peeled my eyes open as sleep slowly faded from my brain and I registered what had woken me up.
A vacuum? And . . . singing? What the fuck?
I rubbed my eyes and groaned in frustration as the noise got louder. I was sure now that it was a vacuum. And it sounded like a really bad version of Miranda Lambert’s “Gunpowder & Lead.”
My phone said it was only eight. I had been asleep for two hours. After thirty hours straight with no sleep, I was being awakened by bad singing and a motherfucking vacuum?
As she sang the first two lines of the chorus, I winced. She was getting louder as she sang. And it was seriously off key. That was a good song she was butchering. Didn’t the woman know that you didn’t come into people’s houses at eight in the fucking morning and sing at the top of your lungs?
I was never going to get back to sleep with this racket. Nannette must have hired an idiot to clean her fucking house. But then, knowing Nannette, she was pissed because I was here and there was nothing she could do about it. She had probably paid the woman to screech outside my bedroom door. Nannette didn’t own the house; our dad, Kiro, did. He’d told us that while Nannette was back in Paris, I could stay at the house and spend some time with our other sister, Harlow, who lived in Rosemary Beach with her husband, Grant, and their new baby.
This must have been the bitch’s way of getting back at me for staying at her place.
Now she was singing the chorus over and over again at the top of her lungs. God, it was like waking to a nightmare. This woman so needed to shut up. I had to get some sleep before I went to visit Harlow and her family. She was so excited about me coming all the way from Texas. But this idiot was messing up my sleep very effectively.
I threw back the covers and stood up and had headed for the door before I realized I was naked. My head was pounding from lack of sleep, and I was getting angrier as I searched the room for the damn jeans I had taken off when I’d gotten here. My vision was blurry, and the dark curtains were closed. Fuck it. I reached for the sheet and wrapped it around my waist and went for the door.
I swung it open just as she started singing the opening lines to another song. Dammit. Not another song. This time, she was murdering “Cruise” by Florida Georgia Line.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes against the light, my vision still blurry. Shit, did the woman not see me standing here?
After a few seconds, I finally was able to open my eyes in a squint to see a round little ass wiggling as she bent over. My eyes slowly opened wide as I took in the longest damn legs I’d ever seen. And holy fucking hell, her ass. Was that a freckle under her left butt cheek?
She stood up, and her tiny waist only made her ass look better. She continued to shake her bottom as she sang off key. I winced as she hit a very high note. Damn, the girl couldn’t sing.
Then she turned, and I hardly had a moment to appreciate the front view before she screamed and dropped the vacuum cleaner as she pulled her earbuds out of her ears. Big, round baby-blue eyes stared at me in horror as she opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she was trying to speak.
I took the moment of silence to check out her full pink lips and the perfect shape of her face. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, but it was the color of midnight. I wondered how long it was.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to squeak out, and my eyes went back to hers. She was really something. There was an exotic quality about her. It was like God had picked all the best pieces and put them together to create her.
“I’m not,” I replied. Not anymore. Who the hell needs sleep? Oh, yeah. I do.
“I didn’t know, uh . . . I thought the place was still empty. I mean, I didn’t know someone was staying here. There wasn’t a car outside, and I rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so I used the code and came on in.” She wasn’t Southern. Maybe Midwestern. I just knew she wasn’t from around here. She lacked the twang of the local accent. There was a softness to her voice.
“I flew in. Had a car drop me here,” I said.
She nodded and then looked back down at her feet. “I’ll be quiet. I can come back up and do this area later. I’ll just go downstairs and start there today.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
Her cheeks flushed as she let her gaze drop to my bare chest. Then she turned and hurried away, leaving the vacuum behind in her escape. I watched, enjoying the way her bottom bounced. Damn, I hoped she cleaned several times a week. Next time, I wouldn’t be exhausted. Next time, I’d find out her name.
Once she was out of sight, I stepped back into the room and closed the door. A grin tugged at my lips when I thought about her face when she’d realized I was only wearing a sheet. How did Nan have a housecleaner who looked like that? The girl was gorgeous.
I lay back down and closed my eyes. The image of that freckle sitting right there under the plumpness came to mind. I really wanted to lick that freckle. Cutest fucking freckle I’d ever seen.
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April 7, 2015
When I’m Gone Excerpt & Store Discount for Release Day!
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MASE
“Don’t tell anyone, please,” she whispered, looking up at me.
Did she actually think I’d do that? I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, forgetting it was pulled back in a ponytail. I had to help her. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage that considering I had to go back to Texas in two days. That had been my stepfather on the phone. I was getting more horses to board. And I needed the income. I couldn’t not go home and handle this.
“I would never do that. But I want to help you,” I told her, waiting for her to tell me no and try and make me leave. Instead her lips puckered up again like she was about to cry. Shit what had I done now?
“You’re so … nice. Why are you so nice? I clean your sisters’ houses. You don’t know me, not really. But you open doors for me and you don’t act like I’m an idiot and you… want to help me?” She said the last bit on a choked sob. “No one can help me. You can’t fix what isn’t there. And my brain just isn’t all there.”
Fucking hell.
“Don’t say that again,” I warned her. I was done hearing her demean herself. I had seen intelligence shining in her eyes. “Your brain is fine.”
Reese’s eyes flashed something I didn’t understand then a small smile tugged on her lips as she sniffled. “You’re really a nice man, Mase Manning. I don’t normally like men. They… make me nervous. But you… you’re different.”
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