Confessions of a Klutz
by Abigail DaviesPublication Date: February 22, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
What do you get when you cross a klutz with a GQ model lookalike? Sounds like a bad joke, right? Only it’s my reality. And reality comes in the form of arm veins, dimples, and THE sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. But there’s a slight issue. You see, I have a confession: I’m a klutz. I’m used to it now and everything’s going fine— if you don’t count the monthly trips to ER and the twenty-three jobs in the last four years—that is until I’m sent to New York. The city of dreams… a klutz’s worst nightmare. Three weeks. Twenty-one days. I can control it right? WRONG. Let the fun begin.
About Abigail Davies
Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling, maths, and anything pink. Dreaming up characters—quite literally—and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for her. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads and interprets a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has found the passion that she always knew was there. When she’s not writing: she’s a mother to two daughters who she encourages to use their imagination as she believes that it’s a magical thing, or getting lost in a good book. If she’s doing neither of those things, you can be sure she’s surfing the web buying new makeup, clothes, or binge watching another show as she becomes one with her sofa.
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Blood Red Rose
Rose and Thorn, Book 1 by Fawn BaileyPublication Date: April 13, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance
Preorder: Amazon
"You will learn to love the pain. I'll make you."
Stolen. Kidnapped. Taken.
He snatched me off the street, ending my dream of becoming a dancer.
Now, I'm locked away in a mansion with girls who've met the same fate.
My captor is always rough, rarely kind.
He punishes me for every little mistake.
He's training me. Preparing me. Getting me ready.
Slowly, my body is starting to break. Obey. Bend to his will.
Time's ticking. My body is learning to submit.
I've almost stopped fighting. Almost given in.
Still, the promise of something darker hangs in the air.
The real monster is lurking.
And soon, he will come for me.
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