Publication date: May 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
SYNOPSIS:
The
last place Pia wants to be is on a family vacation in a sleepy Cornish
village. She’s anticipating two weeks of mind-numbing boredom. Then
she meets Trey, a local boy. He’s absolutely gorgeous. The trouble is —
he knows it. He’s arrogant and egotistical, and Pia intends to avoid him
at all costs.
But Trey is not the kind of guy who gives up easily. When he sets his sights on Pia, her resistance is futile.
It’s just a holiday romance, some light-hearted fun, right? But one of them is about to discover that still waters do, indeed, run deep. When what lurks beneath the surface finally erupts, the consequences may prove to be catastrophic.
For age 17+ due to sexual content and strong language.
But Trey is not the kind of guy who gives up easily. When he sets his sights on Pia, her resistance is futile.
It’s just a holiday romance, some light-hearted fun, right? But one of them is about to discover that still waters do, indeed, run deep. When what lurks beneath the surface finally erupts, the consequences may prove to be catastrophic.
For age 17+ due to sexual content and strong language.
You can purchase the book on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
AUTHOR BIO:
Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person.She's a self-published author who loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.
She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)
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EXCERPT:
He stops outside a single storey,
whitewashed cottage, and pulls a set of keys out of his jeans pocket. I notice
there’s an old blue car parked in the driveway, I guess we’re driving to
another town to eat. He’s probably stopping off to pick up his car keys. That’s
good, I’d rather go somewhere more lively. He’s standing in the doorway,
smiling at me. He gestures for me to go in. “I’ll wait out here for you,” I
tell him.
“Why would you want to stand out there all
night?”
“I’m only waiting here while you get your
car keys,” I say, frowning at him.
He leans against the door frame and folds
his arms across his chest. “Pia, I asked you to have dinner with me, I didn’t
say I was taking you OUT to dinner.”
I gape at him, my mouth open. What an asshole. I got dressed up for
nothing. I starved myself all day for this, which is my own stupid fault, I
should have known better. I take a deep breath. “I see. So what delights do
I have to look forward to? A frozen microwave meal? Or maybe you’re going to
treat me to a take-out.”
He grins, and my hand itches to slap it off
his face.
“Do you think I’d give you a frozen ready
meal? You might be surprised,” he says.
I snort. “I’m already surprised. I’m
surprised I agreed to this date. I’m surprised that I’m even surprised, that
you aren’t bothering to take me out.”
He busts up laughing, a deep, throaty
laugh, that makes his shoulders shake. His laugh is infectious and his whole
face lights up, it’s attractive and it annoys the heck out of me that I think
so. He finally stops laughing and gazes at me, his eyes sparkling. “You’re
adorable.” He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. My heel catches on the door
frame; I lurch forward, and slam into his chest.
I can feel his heartbeat beneath my palms,
he smells of spices. I shiver as he strokes his fingertips down my bare arms. This is so embarrassing, I’m sure my face is
the colour of a tomato. Why did I wear these stupid heels? “I’m sorry, I
tripped,” I mutter, as I finally pluck up the courage to look up at him.
He cocks his head to the side and smirks.
“As much as I enjoy you throwing yourself at me, Precious, you might want to
wait until after dinner.” Arrgh. I shove him away and step backwards, giving
him my most furious glare. As he brushes past me to close the door, he glances down
at my feet. “How do you even walk in those things?” His gaze slowly travels up
my body, and my skin heats up, as if his eyes were lasers. His hand reaches for
me; I hold my breath and stiffen, unsure of where his touch will land. He
ruffles my hair.
“You’re still tiny, even when you’re wearing stepladders,
aren’t you, Pee Aitch.”
I frown at him. “Pee aitch?”
He nods his head. “Yeah, Pia Hamilton,
that’s your name, right?”
My mouth forms a thin line. “What’s your
surname?”
His eyes shine. “Baker.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Trey
Baker.”
He smiles. “Yeah, that’s right.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Tee Bee, as in,
tuberculosis, a nasty disease that you want to get rid of.”
He nibbles at his lip, and then he
chuckles. “It’s no use trying to charm me with sweet talk, Precious.” He kicks
off his flip flops, leaving them on the hallway floor, then he glances down at
my feet again. “Take those things off, before you break your neck.”
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