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I have missed this series immensely and was over the moon when Rachel announced she’d be releasing a novella with 1,001 Dark Nights. Since I haven’t read her mafia series, Eagle Elite, her Seaside Pictures series is one of my absolute favorite to read over and over.
In Abandon, we have Ty and Abigail’s story and it’s an angsty and emotional, second-chance romance. And my goodness, Rachel really punches you in the gut when you least expect it.
I was Team Ty through and through, I understand the mistakes he’s made and although, a bit childish at times. There was one thing he would always be certain about 100%, that he loved Abigail more than anything in his life.
I loved as the story unfolds, you get to deeper into the emotions about what truly happened. It was layer after layer, as all these intense emotions would stack upon each other.
The heartbreak is unreal and you’ll feel it over and over as these to try to come to terms with what happened to them so long ago.
Everyone knows that second chance romances are my demise, and Rachel upped the anty by packing in a story that holds soooo much. I demolished this read and was so happy to see everyone back at the seaside.
major thank you to inkslinger pr for the complimentary copy in consideration for a review. this does not affect my opinion of the book or review.
“You ready?” I gripped my drumsticks tightly in my right hand as the screaming from the crowd pierced my ears, causing an onslaught of adrenaline to pulse beneath my skin.
Drew, one of the leading frontmen for our band, Adrenaline, rolled his eyes and shot me a middle finger. Then he straight-up tugged his leather pants down below his hips to show off his legendary V.
We get it, bro, you’ve got an eight-pack where there’s usually only six.
With a flourish, I pulled off my simple white tee and shrugged. “What? Two can play that game.”
“Seriously, guys?” Will gave me a shove. “They already gave us shit last time about you two comparing dicks. It’s the Grammys, not the Super Bowl. We have to be clothed.”
I eyed him up and down. “Question. Was it your plan to go out there looking like the dad of the group, or was it just a happy accident?” He was in skinny jeans and a simple vintage tee and wore his typical thick black glasses that somehow still got him action from his wife, actress Angelica Greene. It was confusing when Will got action and I didn’t.
Not that I wasn’t getting any.
I inwardly smirked. I was dating one of our background dancers, while at the same time hooking up with one of Zane’s—both of which were performing with us tonight. Hey, it wasn’t like I planned for them to ever meet! And before you get your panties in a twist and start calling me a whore while chanting things like “I pray your dick falls off,” let me explain.
I have a solid reason for dating both women.
You ready for it?
The truth bomb of the century?
I don’t actually have a heart. You see, a long time ago in a land where my innocence thrived—you know, before the mistakes with the drugs, alcohol, and the time I carried a live chicken on stage and kissed it—I was in love.
Not the kind where you say it just because you want to have sex with someone so badly, you’re willing to sell your soul to the devil. Twice.
Real, honest to God love.
Her name? Abigail.
Her current status? Breaker of souls and spawn of Satan.