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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

*BLOG TOUR* "Unspoken Memories" by Gabbie Duran

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Synopsis

She awoke with no memory of who she was, but one clue will lead her to him… Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancĂ©, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but of a total stranger. When Abigail discovers that her fiancĂ© has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks. Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, keeping his heart guarded, but then Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer she is looking for. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her? With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open up her heart to a total stranger, or will she keep it guarded like he does?


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My Thoughts



3.5/4 Star


"Unspoken Memories" is a fast moving, different that your usual romance, story. Abigail's wakes up not knowing anything about her past. She doesn't even recognize her own name, and she doesn't feel anything like the person she is told she is. What she most realizes, is that her fiance is a super-jerk-idiot-face (yes, I just said that.. for real, the guys an ass).


"He's just pissed I didn't stay home like the dumbass little girl that he thinks I am at this moment."

With every memory that she has lost, there is one thing that she does in fact remember, and chooses to investigate why she remembers it, and who this person is. What she finds brings her right to Matt Garcia, and hot little player, who I loved sometimes, and hated other times. But he is definitely the one thing that goes right for Abigail, with everything that has recently gone wrong for her. 

"With the sexy look on his face. I already know Matt is going to be my downfall, I can feel it."

Abigail and Matt form a very, very quick friendship, that is somewhat awkward at the same time. While Abigail is having memories that she is positive are not actually HER memories, Matt is right by her helping to try to figure it out. Abigail is fighting her desires for Matt, while Matt is wondering how this random supermodel has gotten under his skin in the way that she has. 

"Look, I don't know what's going on in that beautiful head of yours, but whatever it is, it brought you to me, which makes you mine now, and I always protect what's mine, Abigail."

I struggled with Matt. I wanted to like him, I really did, and most of the time, I thought he was a great guy. But other times, I seriously wanted to shake the kid and tell him to grow up. Honestly, same goes for Abigail. She could be this strong, amazing girl, and then completely revert to an immature child. It was interesting watching the stop and go of their relationship, though. 

"He always knows what to say or do to make me feel better. This is the only side of Matt I know. Not the asshole side of him. He's never shown that to me."

I definitely enjoyed the storyline of "Unspoken Memories". I do not read much paranormal, or really any at all currently, but the small paranormal aspect that this book had actually added to the story for me! There are some things that I wish I had more of an answer to, eh hem, Matt, I'm looking at you buddy.. but it was a quick fun read for me! 
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BONUS SCENE


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Hotel scene when Abigail finally wakes up next to Matt.


Matt’s POV:

            I feel her stir, but I stay laying there, holding onto her, hoping she’ll go back to sleep because I really don’t want to let her go. She feels so good in my arms, exactly where I love having her. I normally get up before her and leave her alone in bed, not wanting to give in to my lust of taking her right there and then. This time I don’t think that’s going to happen unless she goes back to sleep because I’ve got a boner that isn’t blamed on a normal morning wood. Nope, it’s from knowing that I’m lying in bed with the most beautiful girl that has ever walked into my life.
After seeing just how sexy she looked last night, I’m surprised with myself for not taking her right there in the club. I was tempted, so damn tempted. Trust me, I was using every ounce of my will power to not take her right there on the fucking dance floor with all the body contact we had last night.
Feeling her stir again, I stay still as I hold her tighter. I start to slowly rub her back, hoping it will help put her back to sleep. She’d better go back to sleep or else I just might have to put an end to both our sexual frustration.
I feel her body tense up all of a sudden and I’m pretty sure she’s realized she’s not alone in bed. “Morning beautiful.” I whisper into her ear.
She rapidly sits up and even though I can’t see her face, I know she’s panicking right now. Then I start to take in her naked back; knowing just how silky smooth her skin feels against mine. I want to feel again. She finally turns around to look at me and I stare into her pretty eyes, the eyes that I fell in love with.
“What happened last night?” she asks me with a confused look on her face.
I sit up and wrap my arm around her waist to bring her body once again against mine. Tucking her head against my neck like she loves. I’ve known for a while that she likes it and I’m not complaining. I laugh, thinking about it.
“Calm down. You were passed out by the time I got out of the bathroom. I didn’t think it was fair to have to sleep on the couch when this bed is big enough for the both of us. Although, as usual, you do like to hog the covers.” I tell her.
“We didn’t do anything did we?” I could hear the hesitation in her voice when she says it.
Shit, if we had done something I would be just as excited, but unfortunately I was a very good boy last night. I don’t know if I could take it anymore though.
            Wanting to feel her I start to rub my hands against her smooth skin again, rubbing her legs with my thumb. It’s the simplest of contact, but the heat of the touch as I make contact runs all the way up my hand. Satisfying me.
            “As much as I would have loved to do something with you last night, I want to make sure we both remember, if it ever happens.” I tell her, not being to keep the want from my voice.
            She surprises me by rubbing herself against my body and I feel her wetness against my leg. Making my cock strain to life. I close my eyes, trying to control the hunger I have for her right now. The only thing keeping me from spreading her legs and thrusting my hardened cock deep into her, making her scream my name is my fucking underwear. I knew when I fell asleep I had better leave them on, keeping a barrier between us.
            “Abigail, you don’t know what you’re asking for right now.” I growl at her.
            She starts to kiss the skin of my neck, fucking driving me insane. All the pent up sexual need I’ve had for her for the last couple of months is going to make me blow my load right now if I don’t get her under control.
            Wanting to feel her, I stick my finger into her pussy, savoring just how warm and wet she is for me. Her moan alone is heaven as I spread her further with another finger.
“Damn, beautiful, you’re so wet and warm.” I whisper into her ear, wanting her to know just how much I love touching her.
Needing to take control, I pull my fingers from her pussy and throw her onto her back, straddling her body. I don’t usually do this, but with Abigail, I’ve come to learn everything is different. I’m staring down at her beautiful face, admiring how sexy she looks right now. Taking her hands and locking them above her head, making her beautiful breast thrust up towards me. Her whole body is like a feast for me. One I plan to take and devour very slowly.
As I run my hand down her body, feeling the heat radiating from it, it’s electrifying every nerve in my fingertips. I bring my mouth down to her ear to take it into my mouth, teasing it completely like she likes. Grabbing onto to her breast, I massage it slowly, wanting to enjoy the feel of her tender flesh.
“Matt please, I can’t take it any more.” She begs.
Knowing that if I don’t take it slow I might end up hurting her, I focus on her sweet little sounds she makes as I touch her body. Wanting to hear more, I move my mouth down her body. From her neck, to the valley of the breast, then finally taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking it with no boundaries. When I move onto the other, her moans increase, making me want more.
I feel her try to wiggle her way from under me, but I tighten my legs and keep her locked in place. Needing to move lower, I finally let go of her arms and make my way down her body. She lets out a giggle, reminding me that she’s ticklish. “I forgot that you’re ticklish.” I say to her as I look into her eyes.
Taking both of her hands, I hold them down at her sides to keep her from moving them along my body. The contact of her touch alone was not helping me keep control of my body. Wanting to taste her, I run my tongue along her stomach and her body taste so delicious. I can’t fucking wait to know just how sweet her juices are going to taste inside my mouth as I make her come.
“Matt, you in there fucker?” Trey yells, banging on the door. “Get the fuck up, we gotta go!”
“Fuck.” Abigail groans in frustration and I know exactly how she feels as my cock cries in desperation, knowing that I’m not going to get to finish what I started.
I chuckle at her reaction, “Sorry beautiful, I have to go.” I tell her, not knowing what else to say.
I quickly jump off the bed and search for my clothes, hoping the distraction will allow my cock to calm down. There’s no way I’m going to survive Trey mocking me if I walk out of here with a fucking boner.
I walk over to the door and take one last look at her, not able to resist myself. “See you at home beautiful.” I say, as I wink at her before I leave the bedroom.
The look on her face as I left hurt deep down inside of me. I walk away, realizing that Trey’s perfect timing is a blessing in disguise. There’s now way I would have been able to walk away from Abigail once I’ve entered her, which would have made me miss the flight home. As much as I need to blow my load, it’s just going to have to wait until I get back. Which couldn’t come fast enough.

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About The Author

Gabbie Duran
Gabbie is a Southern California native, who currently lives in Washington with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn't change anything about it.

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Friday, October 11, 2013

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Synopsis
She awoke with no memory of who she was, but one clue will lead her to him… Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancĂ©, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but of a total stranger. When Abigail discovers that her fiancĂ© has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks. Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, keeping his heart guarded, but then Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer she is looking for. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her? With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open up her heart to a total stranger, or will she keep it guarded like he does?

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About The Author
Gabbie Duran
Gabbie is a Southern California native, who currently lives in Washington with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn’t change anything about it.

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Thursday, September 26, 2013

*COVER REVEAL* "Unspoken Memories" by Gabbie Duran


She awoke with only one clue about who she was, and that one clue led her to him…

Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancé, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but the ones that lead her to him.

After Abigail discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks.

Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, but then supermodel Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer to her past. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her? Will he be able to leave his past behind?

With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open her heart to Matt and trust him, or will she learn to guard it until he finally learns to let go of his past?

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Excerpt

Excerpt for Unspoken Memories
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I sit there in silence, giving them time to absorb everything I’ve said.
Trying to distract myself again from the tension beginning to build up inside, I begin to look around the room. I notice on one of the walls is a wall hanger, with a whole bunch of medals hanging from them. I walk over to them and start looking at them. As I'm doing this I get another memory.
            This one is of Matt and me. A crowd of people surrounds us, as a medal is being placed around my neck. I feel ecstatic as I hug him. I’m looking behind him at the big banner that says "Portland Marathon" in big green letters. It’s a finish line, and by the year on the banner it was just last year. 
            Excited, I turn to face Matt, this must be where we met. Even though I don’t remember reading anything on Google that said I was a runner. "We ran the Portland Marathon together last year, that's where we must have met."
            He gets up and comes over, standing next me and begins concentrating on the medals with me.
            "No, we didn't," he clips out, keeping his eyes on the medals. 
            "Yes, we did, you’re in my memory and we’re crossing the finish line together.” At least I’m pretty sure we did. “They gave us our medals together and we are hugging."
            Matt looks back at me with a fierce glare. His chest is beginning to rise and fall, and he’s shaking his head. His eyes turn glassy like he wants to cry, but he's fighting to hold it back. “I didn't run it with you,” he insists, staring at me in disbelief, and irritation laces his voice. “I ran it with my sister. It was the last race we ran together."
            Oh shit! Then why am I having this vision? It has to mean something, I was pretty sure it was my memory. It felt so real.
            "Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I’m right. I clearly see the memory. It was only last year, and I'm pretty sure I was there with you. "Can I be wrong? No, I wasn’t asleep when I got this one, so I know it has to be an actual memory. "What about my dream of running with you in the park, that has to be real, right? There's a trail in the background."
            This makes Matt angry and he walks away. "Now you’re fucking with me. Who's been feeding you her info?"
            "What are you talking about, nobody is feeding me info. I told you these are the things that I remember. The only things I remember. Besides you, and who is this she you keep referring to?"
            Matt shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair. The other guy starts drinking from his beer again. He looks like he wants to put his two cents into the conversation, but he decides to stay quiet. He's trying to absorb everything, and so am I.
            "Look, there is no way you would have those memories unless somebody told you about them.”
            He goes quiet but then his eyes light up, like he’s just realized something. I’m soon disappointed when he says, “I get it. She must have done some designer shit for you. That’s when she must have mentioned that she ran the marathon. She talked about running to anybody who would listen."
            I shake my head in disagreement, wanting him to believe me.
            Matt starts pacing the small space in the living room in front of the patio door. What is he talking about, and who would design something for me? I start biting my thumbnail and pacing the room next to him, but in the opposite direction, causing us to pass by each other. That's when the other guy stands up from the couch.
            "Dude, you guys need to stop that walking shit, you’re making me trip."
            I’m irritated again as I look over at him and snap, "Oh, shut it Trey, I'm trying to figure this out!"
            He drops his beer and it lands on the floor with a loud thump. Matt’s body spins around fast, facing me, and he covers his mouth with a fist.
            "Holy shit, she even sounded like her when she said that!"


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Gabbie Duran Bio


I’m from a small town in Southern California. I currently live in Washington with my wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. I started writing one day with no goal in mind. I just had an idea that would not get out of my head so I opened a notebook and wrote it down; that idea turned into another, turned into another and next thing I knew I had a book. When I am not writing you can find me reading. I LOVE to read, show me an author who doesn’t. You might catch me sneaking off for a run listening to whatever music happens to be playing or curled up on the couch watching Bones, when I am not trying to keep track of my husband or my kids. Some might say I live a crazy life, but I wouldn’t change a thing about it.




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