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ABBI GLINES

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Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and International bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Boys South of the Mason Dixon, and The Field Party Series. She is also author to the Sweet Trilogy and the Black Souls Trilogy.

She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. Her house was built in 1820, and she’s yet to find a ghost in it but she’s still looking. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but, alas, she was born in Alabama, although she now lives in New England (which makes her feel a little closer to the British).

When asked how many books she has written, she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is entertaining her preschooler, she is reading (if the preschooler will leave her alone long enough), shopping online (major Amazon Prime addiction), running because she eats too many tacos, and planning her next Disney World vacation.

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The first lie I told myself was that he was just an old friend. I wish it had been the only lie because the other lies would destroy us all.

I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.

My actions did little to help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of him once again.

I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him, from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister, Cora.

The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.

Deep down, I always knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...

But I hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.

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