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June 24, 2014
UK Tour Line-Up
Scotland, Ireland and England – I’m headed your way in July. Below is where I can be found. Looking forward to visiting!! See you soon.
July 4-6 – Edinburgh, Scotland
Romance Author and Reader Event. More info and tickets
July 9 – Dublin, Ireland
Dublin Author Signing 2014.More info and tickets
July 11- 1 PM
Newcastle
Waterstones Newcastle
Emerson Chambers,
Blackett St,
Newcastle upon Tyne
NE1 7JF
July 13 – 2 PM
Manchester
Waterstones Manchester Arndale Shopping Centre
Market St, Manchester
0161 832 8563
July 18 – 7:30 PM
London
West End Lane Books
277 West End Lane
London NW6 1QS
July 19 – 2 PM
London
Waterstones Bluewater West
West Village,
Bluewater DA9 9SE
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June 23, 2014
I’m going back to my roots in Fall 2015
I am extremely excited to announce that in the Fall of 2015, Simon Pulse will be releasing the first book in my new YA series. I don’t want to give you too much info now but I will say that although these will not be the same characters that were in The Vincent Boys-- this series was inspired by them. I’m going back to high school football, bad boys in trucks and field parties. The first book in the series is already outlined and I can’t wait to sit down and get started! You can add book #1 to your Goodreads shelf here:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22522202-untitled?from_search=true
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June 13, 2014
My series and the reading order
All my series and their reading order.
Rosemary Beach series
#1 Fallen Too Far (Rush Finlay)
Fallen Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#2 Never Too Far (Rush Finlay)
Never Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#3 Forever Too Far (Rush Finlay)
Forever Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#4 Rush Too Far (Rush Finlay)
Rush Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#5 Twisted Perfection (Woods Kerrington)
Twisted Perfection: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#6 Simple Perfection (Woods Kerrington)
Simple Perfection: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#7 Take A Chance (Grant Carter)
Take a Chance: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#8 One More Chance (Grant Carter) RELEASES September 2, 2014
One More Chance: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
#9 You Were Mine (Tripp Montgomery Newark) RELEASES December 2, 2014
You Were Mine: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series)
Sea Breeze series
#1 Breathe (Jax Stone) – this is a young adult book. It is a much “cleaner” read than my other books.
Breathe (Sea Breeze)
#2 Because of Low (Marcus Hardy)
Because of Low (Sea Breeze)
#3 While It Lasts (Cage York)
While It Lasts (Sea Breeze)
#4 Just For Now (Preston Drake)
Just For Now (Sea Breeze)
#5 Sometimes It Lasts (Cage York #2)
Sometimes It Lasts (Sea Breeze)
#6 Misbehaving (Jason Stone)
Misbehaving (Sea Breeze)
#7 Bad For You (Krit Corbin)
Bad for You (Sea Breeze)
#8 Hold On Tight (Dewayne Falco)
Hold On Tight (Sea Breeze)
The Vincent Boys series
#1 The Vincent Boys (Beau Vincent) The Vincent Boys
#2 The Vincent Brothers (Sawyer Vincent) The Vincent Brothers
#3 The Vincent Boys & The Vincent Brothers EXTENDED & UNCUT The Vincent Boys Extended and Uncut Collection: The Vincent Boys — Extended and Uncut; The Vincent Brothers — Extended and Uncut
- THESE two versions have 10,000 more words each and are for mature readers. The scenes are explicit where as the originals are young adult books.
Existence series
#1 Existence
Existence
#2 Predestined
Predestined (Existence #2)
#2.5 Leif
Leif (Existence #2.5)
#3 Ceaseless
Ceaseless (Existence #3)
Those of you who have read Rosemary Beach as I released each book know that the original reading order was Fallen, Never, Twisted, Forever, then Simple. However, since Rush Too Far’s release I needed to change it for new readers. Rush Too Far will be enjoyed more if new readers read it with the other Too Far books. Then they can start the Perfection books.
I will be announcing the title for the last Sea Breeze book on June 30. I will also have a little surprise involved with that book.
Rosemary Beach will have two books for Mase releasing in 2015. After that the future of Rosemary Beach is still undecided. I love the characters and I hope to continue the series through several more books.
FOR NEW READERS: the Sea Breeze books do not have to be read in order. They are each stand alone books for different couples with the exception of While It Lasts and Sometimes It Lasts. Those two books need to be read in that order. Following along in order is fun if you want to meet the characters of each book before their story is told but it isn’t necessary.
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June 7, 2014
Tripp is coming…
I’m so happy it’s finally summer, but you know…I just can’t help looking forward to the Fall…and even the Winter! Because big things are coming. One of those big things: YOU WERE MINE, Tripp and Bethy’s book in the Rosemary Beach Series. In case you missed it on Friday here’s the link to the cover reveal over at Pop Sugar Love & Sex. They also have a pretty steamy excerpt, if I do say so myself. http://www.tressugar.com/You-Were-Mine-Abbi-Glines-Cover-Reveal-34931989
December 2nd, see you soon!
XOXO
Abbi
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June 3, 2014
HOLD ON TIGHT – Prologue
It’s here! Dewayne Falco gets his story. Although, Dewayne has been a part of Sea Breeze since Breathe this book can be read as a standalone. You do not have to read the other books in the series to understand this one. All the history around Dewayne starts here. Dewayne was always the friend readers didn’t know much about. He had the smart mouth and the witty comments that were often crude. But now… we know why.
Read the Prologue:
“Open them wider,” Dustin panted in my ear as he pressed my left knee against the leather backseat of his car. I thought we had this down by now, but sometimes he wanted something different. So I had to adjust. Also, keeping my head in the game was hard to do.
In the beginning it had hurt. Now it was just uncomfortable. But I loved Dustin, and he wanted sex. So I gave it to him. Which meant a few nights a week he pinched my nipples really hard, then did the deed and we were done. Being close to him made it worth it. I had felt so disconnected from him lately that this helped ease my mind. When we were back here together, we were okay again.
“Like this?” I asked, moving my leg up to rest along the top of his backseat.
“Fuck, yeah. Like that, baby. Just like that. You’re always so damn tight. It’s almost impossible to get inside you.”
I agreed with him. Which was why it was so uncomfortable. It seemed like there must be something to make it slide in easier. But he never mentioned that, so I didn’t ask.
“Fuck, uhhhh, yeah . . . God, babe, so good, uhhhh! GAAAAH!” he cried out loudly as he threw his head back and his eyes rolled into his head.
That meant this was over. He was done. Thank God.
When he moved off me, I quickly sat up in case he wanted to go for round two. I felt like he had made me do splits this time. I didn’t want a round two.
“You do know we’ll get married one day, right?” Dustin said as helped straighten my skirt, then handed me my panties.
I had never told him how unsure I was about us having sex all the time, but he knew me too well. He had been my best friend all my life, and when our relationship had progressed into something more, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone.
I had loved Dustin Falco since we were kids, so it only made sense that he and I would evolve into this—even if I wasn’t sure this was what I wanted. Our relationship had changed so much over the past two years.
Or maybe it was just that Dustin had changed so much over the past two years.
Sometimes I didn’t recognize him anymore. The boy across the street wasn’t the easygoing, trustworthy friend I’d always adored. He was the record-breaking basketball star who already had college scouts checking him out his sophomore year of high school. Girls wanted him, and boys wanted to be him. He basked in the attention. He knew he was special and he wasn’t humble about it.
But I loved him. So I accepted this change. At least, I was doing my best to. Even if it meant he only had time for me when he wanted to have sex. The rest of the time he was busy playing basketball—and drinking with his friends, which was something I wouldn’t do. I drew the line at going to the parties he attended. I had gone to two of them with him, and he had gotten so trashed that I had been forced to walk home by myself. If I didn’t come home by curfew, my parents would ground me until I turned thirty.
They trusted Dustin, but they had no idea who he really was. Not anymore. My parents would never be okay with me going to parties. My curfew was earlier than everyone else’s. It frustrated Dustin, but he always assured me that it was okay, that he’d work around it.
“You’re not talking again, babe. That means you’re upset. What’d I do this time?” Dustin asked as I tugged my panties back into place.
“Nothing. Just lost in thought. I’m not upset,” I assured him. This was what I always did: made sure he was happy and worry free.
He leaned over and touched the side of my face. The gentle look in his eyes reminded me of the boy I’d fallen in love with years ago. “You’re my one, Sienna Roy. My one and only. You know that, right?”
I nodded. He had been telling me that since our first kiss. A first kiss that might not have happened if Dustin’s older brother, Dewayne, hadn’t been showing me attention. It wasn’t that kind of attention. Not the kind he showed the girls his age. Dewayne was a senior our freshman year of high school. He and his pack of friends ran the school. They owned it.
On our first day of high school, Dustin had left me behind to hang out with the basketball team and the older guys who were more than willing to bring him into the fold. I was the girl who didn’t know many people because of my strict parents. Dewayne, however, found me in the hallway at school that day. He helped me get through it. For my first lunch in the big cafeteria, Dustin had gone to sit with his new friends and not invited me. I was extremely intimidated by the place, so I found a spot by a tree outside to eat my lunch. Alone. Until Dewayne Falco found me and sat down beside me. It was that way for a while. But the more attention he showed me, the more attention Dustin began to show me. Soon I was Dustin’s girl.
“I love you, baby. You’re my girl. I hate that we have to rush and I can’t take you to a bed and surround you with candlelight. That’s what you deserve. It’s what I want for you. But right now we have to sneak around your parents. One day you’ll be free. We won’t have them watching your every move.”
I nodded. He was right. One day I would go to college and my father’s overprotective eyes wouldn’t be trained on me. He would have to let me make my own choices.
“I love you, too,” I told him.
He grinned, then leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft peck. After sex Dustin liked to treat me as if I were a treasure. He never wanted me to doubt that he cherished me. It was these few moments that made the rest of it worth it. Because the truth was, I didn’t like sex. It was uncomfortable and painful, and I didn’t understand why girls liked it so much. From the look on Dustin’s face whenever he got off, I could see that it was fantastic for him. But I never had that feeling. Aside from enjoying seeing him feel pleasure, I dreaded having to do it.
“We have fifteen minutes to get you home,” Dustin said. This was a nightly ritual with us. He would take me home, then run off to a party or to go play basketball. It was painful to imagine him being around other girls, drinking and staying out late. I had told him once that it worried me that he would get tired of my parents’ rules and break up with me. He’d assured me he loved me and only me. Always.
“Fuck!”
I jerked my head around, startled by his outburst, to see him holding up his used condom. The come that was supposed to be neatly inside was coating the outside of the latex.
“Motherfucking condom broke,” he swore, before slinging it out the window. “That’s the second time this has happened with the box I bought last week. I’m getting a different brand,” he grumbled.
“I didn’t know another one had broken,” I said, trying to remember the time spent in the back of Dustin’s car the past week.
His face paled a moment, and then he shrugged. “I didn’t want to worry you. It pissed me off and I forgot. But that’s twice now. I’ll get us new ones. Don’t worry,” he said with a wink, then tugged his jeans up and fastened them.
“Let’s get you home.” He opened the door and climbed out, before reaching in and taking my hand to help me. Once we were both standing outside, he wrapped his arms around me and inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sienna. I love you so goddamn much. You’re my center. You keep me focused and grounded. I can trust you with anything.”
This was the Dustin I knew. My best friend. The guy across the street I had known all my life. Not the popular jock who drank too much at parties.
I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, and he still had to lean down so I could reach his lips. Dustin was already two inches taller than his older brother. The Falco boys were tall. But Dewayne had wider shoulders and the kind of muscles that only men had. Dustin was still a boy. But he was my boy.
Still, that didn’t keep me from looking at Dewayne whenever I could get away with it. When Dewayne was outside washing his car, I was up in my room watching from behind the safety of my curtains. Any chance I had of getting a glimpse of Dewayne, I secretly took it.
The day Dewayne sat down beside me at lunch, he had become my hero. He had come to rescue me. And since then he had stepped in and saved me more than once. Having this guy who seemed larger than life always there to help me did things to my heart I couldn’t control. Even though I tried to stop feeling things for him. I just couldn’t.
I was in love with Dustin Falco, but I was in complete idol worship over his older brother, a fact I could only admit to myself. He was the kind of beautiful that a girl couldn’t ignore.
That night after I was tucked into bed and my thoughts drifted to fantasies of Dewayne (because this was the only time I allowed myself to mentally cheat on my boyfriend with his older brother), I heard the sirens. You didn’t hear sirens a lot in Sea Breeze. It was a small town, and rarely did the ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks have cause to run off to the same location.
But the louder they got, the more serious I realized it was. Getting out of bed, I went to my window and looked down the road. I could hear them, but I couldn’t see them. All I knew was they were close.
The noise didn’t fade, but instead grew louder as more emergency vehicles joined in. I wrapped my blanket around me and sat down on my window seat to wait. I couldn’t sleep with all the noise, and I decided saying a prayer for whoever was the cause of this was important. My parents had raised me in church, and I completely believed in prayer.
Just as I closed my eyes my bedroom door opened, and I turned to see my mother standing there with a look of horror on her face. Was my dad home? I stood up as fear gripped me, and I met her gaze. “What’s wrong, Momma?” I asked. “Is Daddy here? He is, isn’t he?”
She nodded. “We’re all here,” she said, then put her hand on her heart and took a deep breath. “That’s not . . .” She stopped and closed her eyes. I let the blanket fall to the ground and started to go to her. She was scaring me.
“Momma, tell me what’s wrong,” I begged.
She lifted her eyes, and I saw the unshed tears shining in them. “It’s Dustin, sweetheart.”
“Dustin?” I asked, stopping and grabbing the first thing I could find to steady myself. She nodded. “Your daddy just got off the phone with the pastor. He’s on his way to the Falcos’ now. Dustin wrapped his car around a tree,” she said, her voice trailing off.
He wrapped his car around a tree? How did he do that? I had just been with him two hours ago. “But is he okay?” I asked as the sirens continued to mock me. With all those emergency vehicles out there, how could he be okay?
Momma shook her head. “No, Sienna. He’s not okay. He’s . . . he’s gone, honey.”
HOLD ON TIGHT is available now. You can find it here:
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May 9, 2014
RUSH TOO FAR – Prologue and Chapter 1
Prologue
They say that children have the purest hearts. That children don’t truly hate because they don’t fully understand the emotion. They forgive and forget easily.
They say a lot of bullshit like that because it helps them sleep at night. It makes for good, heart-warming sayings to hang on their walls and smile at as they pass by.
I know differently. Children love like no other. They have the capacity to love more fiercely than anyone else. That much is true. That much I know. Because I lived it. By the age of ten I knew hate and I knew love. Both all-consuming. Both life-altering. And both completely blinding.
Looking back now, I wish someone had been there to see how my mother had sown the seed of hate inside of me. Inside of my sister. If someone had been there to save us from the lies and bitterness she allowed to fester within us, then maybe things would have been different. For everyone involved.
I never would have acted so foolishly. It wouldn’t have been my fault that a girl was left alone to take care of her ailing mother. It wouldn’t have been my fault that the same girl stood at her mother’s graveside, believing the last person on earth who loved her was dead. It wouldn’t have been my fault that a man had destroyed himself, his life becoming a broken, hollow shell.
But no one saved me.
No one saved us.
We believed the lies. We held onto our hate, yet I alone destroyed an innocent girl’s life.
They say you reap what you sow. That’s bullshit, too. Because I should be burning in hell for my sins. I shouldn’t be allowed to wake up every morning with this beautiful woman in my arms, who loves me unconditionally. I shouldn’t get to hold my son and know such a pure joy.
But I do.
Because, eventually, someone did save me. I didn’t deserve it. Hell, more than anyone it was my sister who needed saving. She hadn’t acted on her hate. She hadn’t manipulated the fate of another family, not caring about the outcome. But her bitterness still controls her while I’ve been delivered. By a girl…
But she wasn’t just a girl. She was an angel. My angel. A beautiful, strong, fierce, loyal angel who entered my life in a pick-up truck, carrying a gun.
Chapter One
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s really too completely fucked up to be charming. But when you’re the bastard son of the legendary drummer from one of the most beloved rock bands in the world, you expect serious fuck-ups. It’s what we’re known for. Add to that my selfish, spoiled, self-centered mother, who raised me to the mix, and the outcome isn’t pretty.
There are so many places where I could start this story. In my bedroom, as I held my sister while she cried from our mother’s cruel words. At the front door, as she watched, with tears streaming down her face, while my father came to take me away for the weekend, leaving her alone. Both of those things happened often, marking me forever. I hated to see her cry. Yet it was a part of my life.
We shared the same mother but our fathers were different. Mine was a famous rocker who brought me into his world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll every other weekend and for a month during the summers. He never forgot me. He never made excuses. He was always there. As imperfect as he was, Dean Finlay always showed up to get me. Even if he wasn’t sober, he came.
Nan’s father never came. She was alone those times when I was gone, and even though I loved being with my dad I hated knowing she needed me. I was her parent. I was the one person she could trust to take care of her. It made me grow up quickly.
When I asked my dad to bring her along too, he would get this sad look on his face then shake his head. “Can’t son. Wish I could, but your momma won’t allow that.”
He never said anything more. I just knew that if my mother wouldn’t allow it then there was no hope. So Nan was left alone. I wanted to hate someone for that, but hating my mother was hard. She was my mom. I was a kid.
So I found a place to focus my hate and resentment at the injustice of Nan’s life. The man who didn’t come to see her. The man whose blood rain through her veins yet didn’t love her enough to even send a birthday card. He had his own family now. Nan had been to see them once.
She had forced Mother to take her to his house. She wanted to talk to him. See his face. She just knew he would love her. I think, deep down, she thought Mother hadn’t told him about her. She had this fairytale in her head that her father would realize she existed and swoop in and save her. Give her the love she so desperately sought.
His house had been smaller than ours. Much smaller. It was seven hours away in a small country town in Alabama. Nan had said it was perfect. Mother had called it pathetic. It hadn’t been the house, though, that haunted Nan. Not the small white picket fence that she described to me in detail. Or the basketball hoop outside and the bicycles leaning against the garage door.
It had been the girl who opened the door. She’d had long blonde hair–almost white. She had reminded Nan of a princess. Except she’d been wearing tennis shoes with dirt on them. Nan had never owned a pair of tennis shoes or ever been near dirt. The girl had smiled at her and Nan had been momentarily enchanted. Then she’d seen the pictures on the wall behind the girl. Pictures of another girl just like this one. And a man holding both their hands. He was smiling and laughing.
He was their father.
This was one of the two daughters he loved. It had been obvious, even to Nan’s young eyes, that he was happy in those photos. He wasn’t missing the child he had left behind. The one her mother kept telling her he knew about.
All those things our mother had tried to tell her over the years that she had refused to believe suddenly fell into place. She had been telling the truth. Nan’s father hadn’t wanted her because he had this life. These two beautiful, angelic daughters and a wife who looked so much like them.
Those photos on the wall had tortured Nan for years afterward. Again, I wanted to hate my mother for taking her there. For shoving the truth in her face. At least when Nan had lived in her fairytale she had been happier, but her innocence was lost that. And my hate for her father and his family began to grow inside of me.
They had taken from my little sister the life she deserved. A father who could love her. Those girls didn’t deserve him more than Nan did. That woman he was married to used her beauty and those girls to keep him from Nan. I hated them all.
I eventually acted on that hate, but the story really starts the night Blaire Wynn walked into my house with a nervous frown and the fucking face of an angel. My worst nightmare…
***
I had told Nan I didn’t want people over that night, but she’d invited them anyway. My little sister didn’t take no for an answer ever. Leaning back on the couch, I stretched my legs out in front of me and took a drink of my beer. I needed to hang around down here long enough to make sure things weren’t going to get out of hand. Nan’s friends were younger than mine. They got a little rowdy sometimes. But I put up with it because it made her happy.
Mom running off to fucking Paris with her new husband, Nan’s still inattentive father, hadn’t helped Nan’s mood lately. This was all I could think of to cheer her up. For once in her life, I wished my mother would think of someone other than herself.
“Rush, meet Blaire, I believe she might belong to you. I found her outside looking a little lost,” Grant’s voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up at my step-brother and then at the girl standing beside him. I’d seen that face before. It was older, but I recognized it.
Shit.
She was one of them. I hadn’t known their names, but I’d remembered there were two of them. This one was… Blaire. I cut my eyes toward Nan to see her standing not too far away with a scowl on her face. This wasn’t going to be good. Did Grant not realize who this girl was?
“Is that so?” I asked, racking my brain for some way to get her out of here–and fast. Nan was going to blow any minute. I studied the girl who had been a source of pain for my sister most of her life. She was gorgeous. Her heart-shaped face was highlighted by a pair of big blue eyes with the longest natural eyelashes I’d ever seen on a female. Silky, platinum-blond curls brushed against a pair of really nice tits she was showing off in a tight tank top. Damn. Yeah… she needed to go. “She’s cute but she’s young. Can’t say she’s mine.”
The girl flinched. If I hadn’t been watching her so closely I would have missed it. The lost expression on her face didn’t add up. She’d walked into this house knowing she was in unwelcome territory. Why did she look so innocent?
“Oh, she’s yours, all right. Seeing as her daddy has run off to Paris with your momma for the next few weeks, I’d say this one now belongs to you. I’d gladly offer her a room at my place if you want. That is, if she promises to leave her deadly weapon in the truck.” Grant was finding this amusing. The dick. He knew who she was all right. He loved the fact that this was upsetting Nan. Grant would do anything to piss Nan off.
“That doesn’t make her mine,” I replied. She needed to take the hint and leave.
Grant cleared his throat. “You’re kidding, right?”
I took a swig of my beer then leveled my gaze at Grant. I wasn’t in the mood for his and Nan’s drama. This was taking it too far. Even for him. The girl had to go.
She appeared to be ready to run. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Had she really thought her dear ol’ dad would be here, waiting for her? That story sounded like bullshit. She’d lived with the man for sixteen years. I had known him for three years and I knew he was a piece of shit.
“I got a house full of guests tonight and my bed’s already full,” I informed her then looked back at my brother. “I think it’s best if we let her find a hotel until I can get in touch with her daddy.”
Blaire reached for the suitcase that Grant was holding. “He’s right. I should go. This was a very bad idea,” she said with a hitch in her voice. Grant didn’t let the suitcase go easily. She tugged hard to get it out of his grasp. I could see the unshed tears in her eyes, and it tugged at my conscience. Was there something I was missing here? Did she really expect us to open our arms wide for her?
Blaire hurried to the exit. I watched the gleeful look stretch over Nan’s face as Blaire walked past her.
“Leaving so soon?” Nan asked her. Blaire didn’t respond.
“You’re a heartless fuck. You know that?” Grant snarled beside me.
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. Nan strutted over to us with a triumphant grin. She’d enjoyed that. I understood why. Blaire was just a reminder of all that Nan had missed out on while growing up.
“She looks exactly like I remember her. Pale and plain,” Nan purred, sinking down beside me on the couch.
Grant snorted. “You’re as blind as you are mean. You may hate her, but she’s mouth-watering.”
“Don’t start,” I warned Grant. Nan might appear happy but I knew if she dwelled on it too much she’d break down.
“If you don’t go after her, I will. And I’m gonna put her sexy ass up at my place. She isn’t what you two assume she is. I talked to her. She hasn’t got a clue. That dumb-ass father of yours told her to come here. No one is that good of a liar,” Grant said as he glared at Nan.
“Dad would have never told her to come to Rush’s. She came here because she’s a mooch. She smelled money. Did you see what she was wearing?” Nan scrunched up her nose in disgust.
Grant chuckled, “Hell yeah, I saw what she was wearing. Why do you think I want to get her back to my place so bad? She’s smoking hot, Nan. I don’t give a shit what you say. The girl is innocent, lost, and smoking damn hot.”
Grant turned and headed for the door. He was going after her. I couldn’t let him do that. He was easily fooled. I agreed that the girl was easy on the eyes, but he was thinking with his dick.
“Stop. I’ll go after her,” I said, standing up.
“What?” Nan asked in a horrified voice.
Grant stepped back and let me pass him. I didn’t turn back and acknowledge my sister. Grant was right. I needed to see if this was an act or if she really had been told by her douchebag father to come here. Not to mention… I wanted to get a look at her without an audience.
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April 28, 2014
Selfie + Rush Too Far = a crisp $100 bill
The Rush Too Far tour kicks off next week! And I’ve decided to add a little fun to the party. At each stop I’ll be handing out a crisp $100 to one lucky and creative winner. How do you win? Just like with everything else these days- it involves a selfie.
A selfie? Yep! A selfie with RUSH TOO FAR. On the day of the book signing in your city you can post a picture with you holding up Rush Too Far until an hour before the book signing event that night. Then you have to Tweet and/or Instagram your photo with the hashtag #RushCrushSelfie
The best (most creative) selfie gets the $100
RULES:
- This is for readers attending the book signings in Los Angeles, Seattle, Houston, and Atlanta. It’s part of the tour promo. (click each city to find out more about the event in that city)
- You MUST be present at the signing that night to win.
- You MUST use the hashtag #RushCrushSelfie
- You MUST show the cover of Rush Too Far in the photo.
Examples of selfies below (Yes I grabbed my daughters and one of their guy friends in my kitchen at this very moment to do a selfie with my book) 
On May 6 I’ll be looking for the best selfie- Los Angeles! That’s where it all starts. Remember you don’t post your selfie until the day of the event you will be attending. You MUST be present to win.
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April 18, 2014
ONE MORE CHANCE… cover reveal!!!
In Take A Chance you find out exactly what was going on with Grant and Harlow and although things don’t go so well they soooo aren’t over… nope. Not yet! There is more story to tell.
One More Chance releases September 2 and I can’t wait for readers to see where their story goes.
I’ve got the cover… ready to see it?
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Okay fine! Here it is 
Pre-ORDER:
· Amazon
· iBooks
Learn more about the book here
· Atria Books | 256 pages | ISBN 9781476756578 | On-sale: September 2nd, 2014
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March 25, 2014
BAD FOR YOU – song teaser
ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!!!
Bad For You releases on Tuesday April 1. I am so excited. I love Krit so much and I can’t wait for readers to meet him.
Although Bad For You is #7 in the Sea Breeze series it can easily be read as a standalone. There is also NO CLIFFHANGER in this one. Krit and Blythe only get the one book.
Those of you who remember Krit showing up in other Sea Breeze books know that he is the lead singer of the local rock band, Jackdown. They travel around but they do most of their gigs there in Sea Breeze at Live Bay.
There are two songs in Bad For You that Krit sings. One is a song that he is singing the first time Blythe goes to Live Bay and hears him sing. It wasn’t written for her but the lyrics are in the book so I had it recorded. The second song is called BAD FOR YOU and it was the song that Krit wrote about his relationship with Blythe. I have a little teaser from BAD FOR YOU the song below. You will be able to buy both songs on iTunes April 1.
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March 22, 2014
ONE MORE CHANCE First Sneak Peek!
The reviews are in on TAKE A CHANCE (Grant and Harlow’s first book) and it has hit 750 reviews on Amazon! Which is awesome. Thank you all for leaving a review after reading it. I like all reviews good or bad. Just be honest.
Here is a sneak peek into book two for Grant and Harlow ONE MORE CHANCE:
“It’s me but then you know that. This is the forty-eighth message… which means I haven’t seen your face in forty-eight days. I haven’t held you. I haven’t seen you smile. I can’t find you, Harlow. I’ve looked, baby. God, I’ve done everything I could. Where are you? Are you even listening to these messages? It’s all I have left of you. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. Just, call me or answer my call or send me a text, no, call me. Don’t just text me. I need to hear your voice. I just… I need to see you, Harlow. I can’t make this right if I can’t hold you-”
BEEP
Another message ended. Damn voicemail never let me finish. But then I wasn’t sure she was even listening to my messages. I had been calling her every damn night since the moment she walked out of my door and still nothing. I had gone to her dad’s house in Los Angeles and no one was there. I wasn’t even allowed past the gate. Security had called the police the last time I was there. A call to Rush Finlay was all that kept them from hauling me off to jail.
More coming once reviews hit 1,000 on Amazon!
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