So thrilled to share the cover of SWEET LITTLE THING, the new book coming from Abbi Glines in September! Along with Natasha Is A Book Junkie, I’m revealing the beautiful cover and giving you a sneak peek at this forbidden love story. SWEET LITTLE THING is the first in a new series that Abbi wrote exclusively for iBooks. I’ve had the chance to read it early and let me tell you, it’s crazy addictive, fast paced and so much fun to read. Sexy too, but with a lot of charm and heart. It’s perfect for fans of the Rosemary Beach series.
The first book is out September 14th, the second, SWEET LITTLE LIES, comes October 19th and the final book, SWEET LITTLE MEMORIES, is scheduled for November 16th.
Start by reading an excerpt below, then head to Natasha’s blog to keep reading! Pre-order links below!
The day her mother passed away, Beulah was only given a name. That was it. No other explanation.
Portia Van Allan was not someone Beulah could believe her mother ever knew. Wealthy, self-absorbed and other than theย fact Portia was supplying special care for Beulahโs sister, Portia was cruel.
The day Portiaโs son returns home for the summer, Beulah discovers that Portia isnโt in charge. This isnโt her home at all.ย Her late husband left her with nothing. It all belongs to their son who doesnโt seem to like his mother at all.
Jasper Van Allan doesnโt know why his mother has hired a young gorgeous blonde to take care of the house and almostย lets her go before he finds out the truth.
Realizing thereโs more to Beulah than a stunning face, he keeps finding reasons to be near her all the time. Itโs all fallingย into place, it all begins to make sense . . . until the real lies, the dark secrets, and the skeletons come tumbling out of theย Van Allan closet. Twisted truths that will send Beulah running . . .
I was given one day off every week to visit Heidi. The place that Portia paid for her to stay had family day on Sunday, and Iย visited rain or shine. We ate picnics I had prepared outside under the oak trees at the home. We played kickball, and I pushedย Heidi on one of the many swings in the large backyard there.
The facility was always full of families and visitors. Heidi had one friend, however, that didnโt ever have family visit. She alsoย had Down syndrome. Her name was May.
It bothered Heidi when May was left alone, so we made her a part of our family. I gave her the same special cookie treats Iย gave Heidi, and she played with us every Sunday. It was what I looked forward to every week. It was all I looked forward to.
But today, I wouldnโt be able to see my sister. Today, I would miss my visit. When I called Heidi to explain, she was sad. Sheย didnโt say so, but her voice was quieter. It hurt my heart so much. I hated this. I also hated the people outside at the poolย keeping me from visiting my sister. They were all spoiled, wealthy, rude, and full of themselves. All of them.
To add to the mayhem, the four boys had multiplied. As the music had gotten louder, the pool area and pool house got busier.ย The back of the house was alive and overrun with the guests Jasper had over.
I had been running in and out of the main house, keeping ice buckets filled with fresh ice, making sure beer was available, andย that the bar was stocked with supplies for mixed drinks. When some blonde who looked like she could use a cheeseburgerย asked me to fetch her a glass of sparkling water and make sure the bubbles were tiny, I almost shoved her into the pool.
How was one supposed to make bubbles tiny? Did I blow on it a specific way? Or possibly spit in it? Because I liked the ideaย of spitting in it.
Hurrying back inside, I almost ran into Portia who once again had a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was just after two oโclockย in the afternoon. I wasnโt judging, but I wondered if this visit was going to drive her to alcoholism.
โYou can go tomorrow. Not all day of course. But for a few hours,โ Portia said to me apologetically.
I paused. Then I looked at her and nodded my understanding. โThank you.โ She knew I was upset and she knew why. Anotherย reason I felt Portia wasnโt all bad.
She grimaced. โDonโt. Iโm just saying you can go for a few hours. Theyโll call if you donโt visit. I would rather not deal withย the drama.โ With a flounce of her skirt, she walked away. The way her blonde hair floated as she moved reminded me of myย mother. I missed my mother. She was nothing like Portia, but that one movement made me remember a happier time. Even if itย was Portia that reminded me.
The ache in my chest eased knowing I would see Heidi tomorrow. I could take cupcakesโshe loved them. That wouldnโt makeย up for today, but at least it would make her happy and sheโd feel special and loved. I never wanted her to feel forgotten.ย Momma had never made her feel any different than other kids. I knew the home she lived in made her feel different now. Butย there was no other choice. Portia didnโt want her at her house.
โDo you know the difference in sparkling waters?โ a deep voice asked me. Startled, I turned to see Winston standing thereย shirtless. He was wearing a pair of shorts that hung on his hips showing off a muscular build that was hard not to stare at. But Iย disliked him enough to ignore it.
โWhy?โ I asked him as I walked away.
He didnโt respond and I kept walking. He wasnโt my boss. He was the rude friend. I didnโt feel the need to listen to him makeย fun of my lack of sparkling water knowledge.
I could feel him following behind me. I wished he wouldnโt, but other than turning to tell him to go the hell away I was stuckย with him. And Jasper didnโt care for me. At least, that was my guess. He wanted Ms. Charlotte and I wasnโt her. Making hisย friends angry wouldnโt help me keep this job. I needed to make this guy like me or at least approve of me.
Opening the fridge that contained ridiculous amounts of different watersโsparkling, mineral, and springโI reached for theย Perrier because differentiating bubble size made no sense.
โLa Croix, not the Perrier,โ Winston said from where he was watching behind me. โSmaller bubbles. Itโs a fresher taste. Notย that I think Isla knows the difference.โ
I wanted to ignore him, but I didnโt want to deal with this Isla if I got her the wrong water, so I put the Perrier back andย grabbed the La Croix. โThanks,โ I said begrudgingly, and then turned to head back outside.
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