Monday, 27 March 2017

The Distance Between Blog Tour - Abigail Davies


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Title ➜ The Distance Between Us
Series ➜ MAC Security Book 3
Author ➜ Abigail Davies
Cover Designer ➜ Book Cover By Design
Photographer ➜ Dave Kelley Artistics
Model➜ Jacqulyn Currey
Release Date ➜ March 21st
Buy Link ➜ mybook.to/TDBU
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I check myself out in front of the mirror, making sure my hair looks okay. Wait, why the hell am I checking my hair?
I’m nervous. I feel like I did the night of my prom. Butterflies in my stomach and sweaty palms as I get ready for what is to be one of the biggest nights of my life. So I may be overreacting, but for me, this is a big step.
“You can do this,” I tell myself, taking one last look in the mirror and walking out of my place to my SUV.
The drive to the compound feels like it goes by in seconds and before I know it, I’m outside Kitty’s cottage and lifting my hand to knock on her door.
“One sec!” she shouts.
I clear my throat, shuffle on the spot and then look on either side of me.
When I came to the compound earlier, I came under the pretense to talk to Ty, but both he and I knew that I was only there to see Kitty. Apparently, we weren’t as incognito as we thought and he knew all along.
He told me that he knew I hadn’t been ready to talk about it yet, that he knew I’d tell him when I was good and ready. I thought he wouldn’t be happy about it, me doing what I’ve done to Kitty but the look in his eyes as he was sitting across from me told me that he understood, at least, as much as he could.
When I walked past the kitchen in the warehouse and saw her standing there, I knew that it was time. Time to let the past go and live in the moment, and for the future.
The sound of the door opening gains my attention and I look to Kitty, my breath catching in my throat. My eyes track her from head to toe, taking in her curves in the green, off the shoulder dress that flows over her body perfectly and ends just above her knees. Her creamy legs on full display and ending on those black stiletto’s, and her lavender hair flowing over her shoulders in soft, enticing curls.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey.”
I stand there, not knowing what to say or do. She’s completely captivated me. I’ve never seen her dressed like this; all she wears are her work clothes or pajamas, or when I’m around, preferably nothing.
“Charlie? Are we going?”
“Huh? Ah, yeah.” I grip the back of my neck, trying to get ahold of myself. “Let’s go.”
I spin around and walk as fast as I can to my SUV, pressing the fob and pulling the driver’s door open.
“Ahem.”
“Oh, shit, sorry.” I jog around to the other side and open up the door, closing it when she’s safely inside.
“Charlie?” she asks as I start the engine.
“Yeah?”
She places her hand on my forearm, squeezing gently. “Calm down, it’s just me.”
It’s just her. Just. Her.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, opening them back up after a couple of seconds and pulling her hand off my arm, bringing it to my lips and kissing her palm.
“Sorry, I’m just—”
“Nervous.” She smiles.
“Yeah.” I blow out an audible breath and let her hand go, grinning and then driving out of there.



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Addiction ~ NOUN
The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity.

I’m a strong woman.
Or at least, I think I am. I used to be so sure about that.
I trained everyday, making sure I could take down anyone that I needed to. Mixed martial arts, kickboxing, self-defense, karate. You name it, I’ve done it.
I prided myself on being not only physically strong but mentally too. I knew mind games, I knew how to put on a front.
I may be small in size but I like to think of myself as a pocket rocket.
Quick thinking, fast reflexes.
When I was younger, I was known as the delicate little flower, the person people needed to protect, to not let get hurt.
I hated it.
I didn’t want someone who was paid to protect me, I wanted to be able to do that shit myself and that started with leaving home at eighteen with only a couple of hundred bucks and a bag full of clothes on my back to get away from my father.
But I never expected to meet him along the way.
The person whose eyes were full of sadness and heartbreak. The person who turned my world upside down and my heart inside out.
The problem? He only wanted someone to warm his bed at night, and that was okay for a while. Until I wanted more.
Competing with someone who didn’t exist anymore was impossible, and that’s exactly what I was doing when it came to him.
There was a time when I thought I could pull him out of the darkness but now I know that won’t happen, not while I’m slipping into that darkness myself and especially not while I’m in a love affair with those pretty little pills.
They gave me relief, calmed my body and soul, all the while destroying everything that I worked to become and all that I am.
Now? Now it’s just me and them.


•☆.•*´¨`*••♥ABOUT THE AUTHOR♥••*´¨`*•.☆•
New Adult and Contemporary romance author Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling and anything pink. Dreaming up characters and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for Abigail. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has set out on the crazy journey of being an author. When she’s not writing, she’s a mother to two daughters, who she encourages to use their imagination, as she believes that it’s a magical thing. Abigail loves to get lost in a good book and is rarely far away from her kindle.




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