It’s time to fall all over again… Rush Finlay won readers hearts in Fallen Too Far. However, his side of the story was never told… until now. Today, I have the great pleasure of sharing with you not only the mouthwatering new cover of Rush Too Far, but also the never-seen-before beginning of Chapter One!!!!! Book junkies, you will LOVE this book!!! ♥
If you thought Rush was hot before, you’ve not seen anything yet!
Expected release date: 6 May 2014
Everyone in Rosemary Beach thinks they know how Rush Finlay and Blaire Wynn fell in love. But Rush is back to tell his side of the story…
Rush has earned every bit of his bad-boy reputation. The three-story beach house, luxury car, and line of girls begging for time between his sheets are the envy of every guy in Rosemary Beach, and Rush handles it all with the laid-back cool of a rock star’s son. All he needs are his best friend, Grant, and his sister, Nan.
Until Blaire Wynn drives into town in her beat-up pickup truck with a pistol under her seat. The Alabama farm girl instantly captures Rush’s attention once he discovers that the angelic beauty is his new stepsister, but he vows to keep his distance. Even if she needs his help. Even if he craves her.
Because Rush knows why Blaire is all alone in the world, forced to ask for help from the father who abandoned her three years ago. And he knows if he gets too close it will destroy Nan, who has a secret connection to Blaire.
He has every reason in the world to stay away from her. Find out why he doesn’t.
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s really too completely f*cked up to be charming. But when you’re the bastard son of the legendary drummer from one of the most beloved rock bands in the world, you expect serious f*ck-ups. It’s what we’re known for. Add to that my selfish, spoiled, self-centered mother and the outcome isn’t pretty.
There are so many places where I could start this story. In my bedroom, as I held my sister while she cried from our mother’s cruel words. At the front door, as she watched, with tears streaming down her face, while my father came to take me away for the weekend, leaving her alone. Both of those things happened often, marking me forever. I hated to see her cry. Yet it was a part of my life.
We shared the same mother but our fathers were different. Mine was a famous rocker who brought me into his world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll every other weekend and for a month during the summers. He never forgot me. He never made excuses. He was always there. As imperfect as he was, Dean Finlay always showed up to get me. Even if he wasn’t sober, he came.
Nan’s father never came. She was alone those times when I was gone, and even though I loved being with my dad I hated knowing she needed me. I was her parent. I was the one person she could trust to take care of her. It made me grow up quickly.
When I asked my dad to bring her along too, he would get this sad look on his face then shake his head. “Can’t son. Wish I could, but your momma won’t allow that.”
He never said anything more. I just knew that if my mother wouldn’t allow it then there was no hope. So Nan was left alone. I wanted to hate someone for that, but hating my mother was hard. She was my mom. I was a kid.
So I found a place to focus my hate and resentment at the injustice of Nan’s life. The man who didn’t come to see her. The man whose blood rain through her veins yet didn’t love her enough to even send a birthday card. He had his own family now. Nan had been to see them once.
She had forced Mother to take her to his house. She wanted to talk to him. See his face. She just knew he would love her. I think, deep down, she thought Mother hadn’t told him about her. She had this fairytale in her head that her father would realize she existed and swoop in and save her. Give her the love she so desperately sought.
His house had been smaller than ours. Much smaller. It was seven hours away in a small country town in Alabama. Nan had said it was perfect. Mother had called it pathetic. It hadn’t been the house, though, that haunted Nan. Not the small white picket fence that she described to me in detail. Or the basketball hoop outside and the bicycles leaning against the garage door.
It had been the girl who opened the door. She’d had long blonde hair–almost white. She had reminded Nan of a princess. Except she’d been wearing tennis shoes with dirt on them. Nan had never owned a pair of tennis shoes or ever been near dirt. The girl had smiled at her and Nan had been momentarily enchanted. Then she’d seen the pictures on the wall behind the girl. Pictures of another girl just like this one. And a man holding both their hands. He was smiling and laughing.
He was their father.
This was one of the two daughters he loved. It had been obvious, even to Nan’s young eyes, that he was happy in those photos. He wasn’t missing the child he had left behind. The one her mother kept telling her he knew about.
All those things our mother had tried to tell her over the years that she had refused to believe suddenly fell into place. She had been telling the truth. Nan’s father hadn’t wanted her because he had this life. These two beautiful, angelic daughters and a wife who looked so much like them.
Those photos on the wall had tortured Nan for years afterward. Again, I wanted to hate my mother for taking her there. For shoving the truth in her face. At least when Nan had lived in her fairytale she had been happier, but her innocence was lost that. And my hate for her father and his family began to grow inside of me.
They had taken from my little sister the life she deserved. A father who could love her. Those girls didn’t deserve him more than Nan did. That woman he was married to used her beauty and those girls to keep him from Nan. I hated them all.
I eventually acted on that hate, but the story really starts the night Blaire Wynn walked into my house with a nervous frown and the f*cking face of an angel. My worst nightmare…
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I had told Nan I didn’t want people over that night, but she’d invited them anyway. My little sister didn’t take no for an answer ever. Leaning back on the couch, I stretched my legs out in front of me and took a drink of my beer. I needed to hang around down here long enough to make sure things weren’t going to get out of hand. Nan’s friends were younger than mine. They got a little rowdy sometimes. But I put up with it because it made her happy.
Mom running off to f*cking Paris with her new husband, Nan’s still inattentive father, hadn’t helped Nan’s mood lately. This was all I could think of to cheer her up. For once in her life, I wished my mother would think of someone other than herself.
“Rush, meet Blaire, I believe she might belong to you. I found her outside looking a little lost,” Grant’s voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up at my step-brother and then at the girl standing beside him. I’d seen that face before. It was older, but I recognized it.
She was one of them. I hadn’t known their names, but I’d remembered there were two of them. This one was… Blaire. I cut my eyes toward Nan to see her standing not too far away with a scowl on her face. This wasn’t going to be good. Did Grant not realize who this girl was?
Want more? My friend Autumn has the Prologue!!! ➜ The Autumn Review
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Rosemary Beach – Reading Order and Purchase Links
Fallen Too Far (Rush & Blaire #1): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
Rush Too Far (Rush & Blaire #1.5): Amazon US | Amazon UK (6 May 2014)
Never Too Far (Rush & Blaire #2): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
Twisted Perfection (Woods & Della #1): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
Forever Too Far (Rush & Blaire #3): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
Simple Perfection (Woods & Della #2): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
Take A Chance (Grant & Harlow #1): My review | Amazon US | Amazon UK
One More Chance (Grant & Harlow #2): Amazon US | Amazon UK (2 Sep 2014)
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If you haven’t read the very addictive story of Rush and Blaire, there is an eBook Bundle available (US only) that is cheaper than buying all three books separately! (click on cover to purchase)
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Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted booklover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She can often be found hiding in her office pretending to write while actually watching episodes of Buffy on Netflix. If she’s not in a Vampire Slayer mood she can be found watching Friday Night Lights. But please do not tell her husband. He has no idea she isn’t always hard at work.
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