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December 24, 2017
Dean’s Novella – And the Winner is…
That is the number of submissions I received.
I personally read them all. It took reading daily from September 29 – December 1. Then I had to go through the top ten. Somehow, I managed to narrow the list to a top five. On December 22, I read through my top five at least ten times each. I made a pros and cons list of all five finalists.
After much thought, I decided on two. One is my winner, and one is my runner-up in case the winner can’t fulfill the agreed upon work.
To say I was blown away by all the submissions would be an understatement. There are so many of you out there that could put some work behind it and really make a go of it as a novelist.
I would have loved to respond to each person, but I was overwhelmed with the number of submissions and the work I had to get done before Christmas day. On top of all that, I had three novellas releasing over the fall, my baby girl’s first birthday, travel out of the country, and the holidays.
I was asked several questions by many of you. Here are the answers to the most popular questions:
I can’t respond to every submission and assure you that I received it. However, I checked my spam folder daily. The submissions that went in there were found. If you emailed it to me- I did get it.
As much as I wish I could give advice to each of you and give suggestions to better your writing, I can’t. Being a mom, writing, emails, laundry, and meetings take up all my time. I was asked this by over two hundred of you. I couldn’t do it for a few and not all. Doing it for over two hundred would take hundreds of hours I do not have. Again, I wish I could!!
Just because you weren’t chosen does not mean you aren’t talented. There was SO MUCH TALENT in all I read. Picking one was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I didn’t just measure it by how good the writer was. I also took: writing style, idea, the personality of the characters, and thought about how well they would blend with my writing. That’s not easy.
Thank you. Every one of you who took the time to sit down and write 5,000 words to send to me. I loved this experience.
After all that reading, much thought, some list making and working through things-
the co-writer of Dean’s Novella will be…
Jade Bishop
Jade, congratulations. I look forward to working with you and creating Dean’s story together.
If Jade can’t go forward with the project, the runner-up is Rosie Spicer.
Thank you again – to ALL of you. I hope your holidays are merry and your moments full of joy.
Abbi
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December 15, 2017
FLASH SALE!!!
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 15 @ 5:00pm CST – MONDAY, DECEMBER 18 @ 5:00am CST
ALL t-shirts & accessories currently available are FREE!
You just pay shipping and handling!
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*Important details below:
All orders must be placed by Monday, December 18 at 5:00am CST
Orders will be processed and shipped out on Tuesday, December 19
Only priority shipping is available.
Books are currently out of stock and not included in this sale
NO guarantees on arrival for Christmas
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November 16, 2017
Sweet Little Memories AVAILABLE NOW!
Sweet Little Memories
Trusting again and facing the lies that had surrounded her entire life, Beulah is ready to move on. Love and enjoy the man she’s found happiness with. When the past comes back yet again with one last skeleton in the closet.
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October 30, 2017
COVER REVEAL: LOSING THE FIELD
Losing the Field, the fourth book in the #1 New York Times Bestselling Field Party series releases August 2018. Check out the cover below and be sure to pre-order your copy!
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Losing his dream, his ultimate plan, and his future- Nash Lee never expected to be facing a life without football. One wrong move and it had all changed. Going back to school for his senior year no longer appealed to him. He’d rather not leave his house. Walking back into Lawton High School, seeing pity in everyone’s eyes was just another reality in his nightmare.
Revenge wasn’t a pretty thing. Tallulah Liddell had found it was rather controlling. The way you looked at life changed completely when you clung to the ugly notion. But she’d done it anyway. From the last day of her junior year when Ryker Lee had made a fat joke about her and Nash laughed with him, she’d been driven by pain. It wasn’t like no one had made fun of her weight before. She was used to that. What had hurt so deeply was Nash’s laughter. He’d always been the one person to notice her, include her, not treat her differently. But that one moment had changed it all. From the time she walked out of the school building to the moment she returned for her senior year Tallulah had been determined to lose weight and finally be the size her peers considered acceptable.
What she wasn’t expecting on her return was to find a broken Nash Lee who no longer smiled, rarely spoke, and didn’t care about anything or anyone around him. He was just existing. But the pain in his eyes she understood all too well. He was alone. He no longer fit into the perfect package.
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October 23, 2017
September 18, 2017
Cover Reveal – Sweet Little Lies
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August 31, 2017
New Series and Cover Reveal
“No one packs as much prickly angst and heartwarming drama on each and every single page the way Abbi Glines does. Fans of the Rosemary Beach series are going to LOSE THEIR MINDS when they meet these characters!” – Natasha is a Book Junkie
“The kind of book you can’t read fast enough—a forbidden love story that’s deliciously tense with an ending that left me clamoring for more.” – Vilma Iris
“Abbi Glines is the queen of steamy modern day fairytales with a twist. Sweet Little Thing will keep you guessing and needing more from the very first word all the way to the very last.” – Danielle Lagasse
“Sweet Little Thing” is a perfect blend of Romance and Drama. A book that throws curve-balls unexpectedly, this book will have you addicted. You’ll be begging Abbi Glines for your next fix.” – Vicci Kaighan
Surprise! I have an exclusive to iBooks New Adult trilogy coming out this fall. This was written to be an exclusive for iBooks. When we decided to do this, I had to sit down and come up with a fresh new idea. I wanted to create a story that wasn’t attached to any of my other series. These characters came to me and I fell in love.
SWEET LITTLE THING coming September 14, 2017
The day her mother passed away, Beulah was only given a name. That was it. No other explanation.
Portia Van Allan was not someone Beulah could believe her mother ever knew. Wealthy, self-absorbed and other than the fact Portia was supplying special care for Beulah’s sister, Portia was cruel.
The day Portia’s son returns home for the summer, Beulah discovers that Portia isn’t in charge. This isn’t her home at all. Her late husband left her with nothing. It all belongs to their son who doesn’t seem to like his mother at all.
Jasper Van Allan doesn’t know why his mother has hired a young gorgeous blonde to take care of the house and almost lets her go before he finds out the truth.
Realizing there’s more to Beulah than a stunning face, he keeps finding reasons to be near her all the time. It’s all falling into place, it all begins to make sense . . . until the real lies, the dark secrets, and the skeletons come tumbling out of the Van Allan closet. Twisted truths that will send Beulah running . . .
CLICK HERE TO PRE-ORDER SWEET LITTLE THING TODAY!
SWEET LITTLE LIES coming October 19, 2017
SWEET LITTLE MEMORIES coming November 16, 2017
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August 7, 2017
After The Game Quote Graphic Contest
It’s that time again – the Quote Graphic Contest for the next book of The Field Party! I want to see your creativity in anticipation of the release of After The Game – coming August 22.
Be sure to share your quote graphics using #AfterTheGame and #original. Also be sure to add your handle to your image for credit. Each winner will receive a $25 gift card – either an Amazon card or an iTunes card. One winner will be chosen on Friday, August 11 and another on Friday, August 18.
Here are the quotes:
“The look in his eyes was different, and I recognized it. Or at least my body did.” – Riley
“He was changing me. Teaching me. Opening my world back up.” – Riley
“This was where I wanted to be. Nowhere else had ever felt this right. No one else would make me feel like Riley Young did.”- Brady
“I’ve found that the things that rattle us the most are the ones worth making sacrifices for.” – Maggie
* Submitting graphics for this contest gives Abbi Glines and Abbi Glines Publishing, LLC permission to use the graphic for promotional purposes.
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July 24, 2017
Get Your Field Party Books Signed
I am opening the mail once again to give you an opportunity to get your Field Party books signed. The next book in the Series – After The Game – will release on August 22. Usually these books are only available as an ebook and hardcover on release day with the paperback being released about nine months later. So, since Under The Lights was recently released in paperback, I’m giving you the opportunity to send them in to be signed and personalized. Please see the schedule below:
Monday, July 24 – Friday, August 4 – we will be accepting Until Friday Night and Under The Lights.
Tuesday, August 22 – Friday, September 1 we will be accepting After The Game. You may also send in your other Field Party Books along 
with After The Game if you would like to have all three of them signed.
Here is how it works:
First decide how many books you will be sending in for signing, then
– Go to this link to purchase return postage
– Click “Add To Cart” and proceed to checkout
– Update the quantity of books with the number of books you are sending in to be signed.
– Proceed through checkout and enter your shipping information as you would if you were buying a product.
– Select the type of shipping in which you would like your books sent back to you (It may or may not give you options depending on the number of books you’re sending).
– Pay for your purchase.
– Ship your books and the envelope or box needed to ship it back to:
Abbi Glines
10 N Section Street Ste 147
Fairhope, AL 36532
– Once we receive your books and they are signed, a label will be printed and you will receive an email notification from our shipping system that your books are on their way back to you.
*Abbi Glines and Abbi Glines Publishing LLC is not responsible for books lost or damaged in shipping. Please note that First Class shipping DOES NOT include insurance.
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July 10, 2017
Because of Lila Excerpt & Contest
Here is an excerpt from Because of Lila and your chance to win a signed copy when the paperback releases in a few weeks! Share this blog post with your friends on social media with #BecauseOfLila for your chance to win.
Prologue
The same. Every get together was always the same. The people and the scenery never change. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
I sighed and tried to keep a pleasant expression on my face. It was easy enough. I’d mastered it over the years. Smile, answer their questions, act interested in their life, and move on. Those were the survival steps required to get through an event among the Rosemary Beach elite.
As a child, it was fun. I played with the other kids. We found things to entertain us and our parents didn’t mind too much when Nate Finlay or Cruz Kerrington led us astray. It was easily exciting. Not a dull moment. But then puberty came and it all changed.
I turned my head to look at my parents. My father was handsome and didn’t look like a man on the back side of his forties. He was loved by this crowd, as was my mother, who I had always believed was beautiful. My father kept his hand on the small of her back, and the love in their eyes as they spoke to each other was real. You could see it. No one could question it—their love oozed from them.
Being raised by two people who had lived a fairytale romance set my relationship expectations a little high. No, make that ridiculously high. I wanted what they had and believed it was a given that I’d have a great romance too. The heartbreak of that notion is that at the age of twenty-two I had still never been in love. I’d thought I loved Cruz Kerrington once. We were kids. He’d kissed me, and I saw that fairytale in my future. Then the next week he’d kissed Melanie Harnett, and my fourteen-year-old heart was crushed.
That wasn’t the end of my dream, though. Cruz would flirt and wink. Come up beside me in the halls at school and whisper things in my ear. But he never did it in front of anyone. Girl after girl was on his arm, in his arms, and in the backseat of his BMW. Slowly, Cruz managed to disillusion me and the dream in my head.
“You’ve been quieter than normal tonight,” Caspian Manning, my cousin, said to me as he took the seat beside me. He was rarely at these events since he lived in Fort Worth. But mom had said he wanted to transfer to a college in Florida. She was hopeful he’d move here. I never imagined him anywhere else except Uncle Mase’s ranch, but he wanted something else from life. I could tell him Florida was a bad choice. Go west.
“A lot on my mind,” I said with less of my fake smile since he knew me too well.
He smirked. “Like how much longer until you can go home and hole up with a book in your room?”
I gave a small lift on my left shoulder then gave him my own smirk. “Mostly.”
He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Reckon these people ever think about leaving this place? These balls or whatever shit this is y’all do, all seem the same. Nothing exciting but that shrimp dip over there.”
“It’s a fundraiser for Dyslexia. Your parents are two of the sponsors. Don’t be a snot.” His mother, my Aunt Reese, had dyslexia for years and didn’t know it. Once she realized what her problem was she learned to read and finished school. She was a real inspiration.
“Yeah, I know. I get it, but last month there was another party here and the month before that. We always get the invitations. I see them on the kitchen counter. Fancy ass paper and gold wax stamp sealing the back,” Caspian said with a sigh and then surveyed the room from where we stood.
I wanted to agree with him but I kept my mouth shut. Last month was the annual cotillion where the girls who have come of age are presented to society. It’s so incredibly outdated, yet they still do it every year. I did cotillion when I was their age—I still have nightmares.
“Someone needs to take the booze away from Cruz. The dude looks like he’s bordering on tipsy headed to smashed.”
That, unfortunately, caught my attention. I followed his gaze and saw Cruz laughing a little too loudly and swaying a bit. I quickly checked the room for either of his parents and didn’t notice them. They would be very upset, and it would cause a scene. This would have been a good time for Nate to step in. But Nate wasn’t here. He was in Alabama with his fiancée where he now lived.
I waited a minute to see if anyone around him was going to do something when another drink was placed in his hands by a server. Not good.
“I better do something. His parents will be humiliated if he ruins this event.”
“Good luck,” was Caspian’s response as I reluctantly headed toward Cruz.
I didn’t go near Cruz for good reasons. However, his parents owned this place. Kerrington Country Club was theirs. If Cruz got crazy and did something ridiculous, I’d feel terrible for them. As much as I didn’t care for him, I liked his parents very much.
Before I reached him, he had handed his nineteen-year-old brother Blaze his drink and taken another from the tray. Two Kerrington boys getting drunk was even worse. I may never forgive Nate for moving, because for the first time in years I was forced to interact with Cruz.
Avoiding him had become a talent. A talent I was rather proud to possess.
I walked up unnoticed and snatched the glass right out of Blaze’s hand before he could tilt it back for a sip. “Don’t think so,” I said placing the full glass on a waiter’s tray before turning to Cruz who was watching me with an amused but confused grin. “As for you, let’s get out of here before you do something stupid. No wait, you’ve already given bourbon to a nineteen-year-old—before you can do anything else stupid.”
Cruz laughed then. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Cruz Kerrington, and you are?” He was mocking me.
“Don’t be an ass,” I replied with a scowl.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly. Too loudly. When he met my gaze again his eyes were still laughing at me. “I can’t believe that Lila Kate Carter just said the word ‘ass.’”
Why had I liked him once? Did I actually think I had loved him at the time? God, I was dumb when I was younger. “Cruz. Please. Let’s go.” I grabbed his arm to force him out when Chanel—whose last name I couldn’t remember, but that first name was hard to forget—stepped in front of me.
“Where are you going, Cruz?” Chanel asked. “We had plans.”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Ask Lila Kate.” He didn’t pull away from me. He seemed to be enjoying the awkward situation instead.
Chanel’s large brown eyes snapped away from Cruz to look at me. She was angry. I didn’t care. If she wanted to get Cruz out of here she was welcome to. “We’ve already made plans. He’s taken,” she all but growled at me.
“If your plans include getting him out of here, then please take him. He’s had too much to drink, and he needs to leave.”
“He can do whatever he wants. He’s a Kerrington.”
“Can I just say that I’m enjoying this immensely.” Cruz’s speech was now a little slurred.
“Just take him and leave.” I was tired of this. I wanted to walk back and sit quietly at my table. Dance with whoever asked, and be polite until I was safely in my room again.
“Don’t tell me what to do! I don’t care who your grandfather is. He’s retired. You’re so high and mighty. Stop acting like that makes you more important.”
Was she really going there? Jeez. I hadn’t dealt with that accusation in years. My grandfather was the lead singer of the legendary rock band Slacker Demon. They had stopped touring years ago—I don’t even remember when that happened it had been so long.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want Lila Kate to take me. I’m bored with you,” Cruz said. “And you’re mean.”
What? I jerked my gaze from Chanel to Cruz who was still grinning like a drunken idiot. “You’re more fun. Let’s go.”
“Are you serious?” Chanel screeched an octave higher. “She’s a boring goody-goody.”
“She’s real, Chanel. She’s fucking real,” he said calmly, and then he smirked at me. “You better get me outta here before I cause that scene.”
I didn’t argue. I was annoyed, but I didn’t argue. I didn’t take his arm this time. I just led the way out of the ballroom and outside the building. Away from the valet, because there was no way he was getting in his car and driving. I took him to the clubhouse instead. I figured he could sleep it off in there on one of the many large expensive leather sofas.
“Where are we headed? Are you taking me to the tenth hole to have your way with me?”
I knew he was joking. But it still got under my skin. “Not interested in having any way with you. Just saving Woods and Della the headache of their oldest acting like a moron in front of everyone.”
He chuckled. “God, you’re always so good. That’s sexy you know that? Your angelic face, killer body and perfect manners. It’s a combination that guys fantasize about—to get you to be wild. Taste some freedom.”
“I have plenty freedom,” I managed to say, although his description of me was a little startling.
“The untouchable Lila Kate Carter,” he continued. “So desirable and so freaking icy cold that you can’t get close.”
Icy cold? I wasn’t icy cold.
“Excuse me?”
I stopped at the steps leading up to the clubhouse and glared at him with disbelief.
“You,” he said running a finger under my chin, “are an expensive china doll that can only be seen and not touched. It’s so tempting, but you know that if you try, it will shatter. So you don’t break it. You stay back. Admire from a distance. Until you’ve had too much to drink and you give in a little. Just to be near her.”
I didn’t like this. Not any of it. I wasn’t a breakable doll. I was very strong. I wasn’t emotional or dramatic. I was tough. I was obedient. I was a rule follower. That didn’t make me cold. “Just because I don’t get drunk, party and sleep with every guy in town doesn’t make me cold,” I shot back at him.
“No, but you’ve never gotten close to any guy. That verges on icy.”
“I am not!” I raised my voice. That wasn’t fair.
“Really? Then how about this?” he said just before he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me to him. The whiskey on his tongue was the first thing I tasted as he kissed me. He did it like he was trying to force me to react. Like he was pushing me for more. He did it like he didn’t mean it at all. His hand squeezed my waist painfully and nothing about this moment was sweet or romantic.
I placed both my hands on his chest and pushed him back. He staggered back easily then shook his head with a smile. “See. I told you.”
“Cruz!” Chanel’s voice screamed.
Both our heads turned to see her storming toward us in heels so high that it was impressive she was so agile in them and didn’t break her neck. I would fall over.
“Well, Chanel, you found me. Good,” he pointed his thumb at me. “This one isn’t gonna work out. So, you get to go into this clubhouse with me and show me those red panties you said you weren’t wearing.”
Chanel looked smug. Like she’d won a prize that we had been competing for.
“You left me in there,” she pouted.
“Had to try out the other option. It was delicious but needs a little thawing for my taste,” Cruz drawled as he looked at me with hooded eyes. “Goodnight, Lila Kate.”
They walked into the clubhouse with his hand on her bottom. She was already kissing his neck. It was that easy for him. And he was that shallow.
His awful behavior was not what I wanted. If fairytales weren’t real, then I wanted adventure. Which meant I had to leave Rosemary Beach.
It was time.
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