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We're celebrating the release
of YOU
WERE MINE by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street
Journal bestselling
author Abbi Glines!
Title: You
Were Mine (Rosemary Beach)
Author: Abbi
Glines
Publisher:
Atria Books (December 2, 2014)
From #1 "New York
Times "bestselling author Abbi Glines comes a brand-new Rosemary Beach
novel about Tripp Newark and his hidden romantic past with Bethy Lowry.
In the eyes of the wealthy
playboys who frequent Kerrington Country Club in Rosemary Beach, Tripp Newark
is a hero. Under pressure from his parents to become a lawyer and lead a
conservative, upper-class life, Tripp disappeared from town five years ago to
travel the world, forfeiting the opportunity to inherit millions. Yet few know
what he was really running from...
Bethy Lowry was unraveling
long before her boyfriend drowned in a riptide trying to save her after she'd
had one too many drinks--again. A trailer park kid working as a cart girl among
the wealthy patrons of Kerrington Country Club, Bethy has always been
impressionable. But five years ago, before she earned her reputation as a
hard-drinking, easy girl, she had spent a single summer with Tripp Newark that
changed her life forever...
EXCERPT
Tripp
Present Day…
I sat on my Harley and
waited for Bethy to walk out of the clubhouse.
Woods had been texting me Bethy’s work schedule every two weeks, and I
made sure she made it home from work safely every night. It wasn’t stalking
her, exactly. It was just the only way I could remain sane.
Watching over her was all I
had. If I got too close, she flipped.
The last time I’d tried to talk to her, she'd started screaming. I
hadn’t been able to calm her down. I was watching her lose herself slowly. And
it was tearing me up.
So I followed her to work
everyday, and I followed her home every night. Once she was safely in her
apartment, I often sat parked across the road and watched her window until it
went dark. She never looked at me, even though I wasn’t hiding the fact I was
following her. There was no use in hiding it from her.
The last words she’d
actually spoken to me -not screamed at me, because there'd been a lot of that-
had been eighteen months ago on the beach when we'd lost Jace. My cousin, my
best friend, and the love of Bethy’s life. He’d drowned saving her life when
she'd wandered into the ocean drunk and got caught in a riptide. Losing him had
taken a part of my soul. He’d been the little brother I never had. He’d been
the good Newark heir. He’d been everything I should have been but wasn’t.
And we had loved the same
girl. Although he never knew it.
Watching her pull away from
life more and more each day was so damn hard. Jace wouldn’t have wanted this.
He would have hated it. He loved her more than he loved himself. Seeing her
like this would break his heart.
Bethy swung her long dark
hair over her shoulder as she stepped out of the clubhouse. The shorts she wore
had once been tight and cupped her perfect round bottom. But just like she'd
lost the will to live, she’d also lost weight. Too much.
The need to hold her and
help her heal was so fucking strong. But she didn’t want me. I hadn’t realized
how badly she hated me until I’d returned to Rosemary Beach a little more than
two years ago. I'd run like hell eight years ago from a life threatening to
suffocate me. My father wanted something for me that I didn’t want, and I
hadn’t been able to see my way out.
I had been eighteen years
old and scared, because in three short months, one sixteen-year-old girl had
become my sole concern in life. Bethy had stolen my heart the summer I met her
at Rush's party. When I'd been ready to throw away the life I'd been planning
for the past year in order to be with her, my father had reminded me of just
how much control he had over me.
I wouldn’t have been able
to keep Bethy if I'd stayed. That wasn’t the life he’d let me have. So I'd run,
hoping that when I came back in two years, when she was old enough, I could
take her with me. But first, I'd needed to escape.
I watched as Bethy opened
the door to her old beat-up Ford Taurus and climbed inside. The stiff way she
held herself and the way she kept her focus turned away from me told me she
knew I was here. She expected me to be there.
Once she would have broken
into the biggest, most beautiful smile in the world and run into my arms. But
that was the past. I had broken that. I had broken her, and I hadn’t even
known.
GIVEAWAY
About the
Author:
New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of TWISTED PERFECTION, FALLEN TOO
FAR, NEVER TOO FAR, JUST FOR NOW, WHILE IT LASTS, BECAUSE OF LOW, BREATHE, THE
VINCENT BOYS, THE VINCENT BROTHERS, THE EXISTENCE TRILOGY.
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