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When I'm Gone: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series Book 11) by [Glines, Abbi]
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Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Field Party, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted book lover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She maintains a Twitter addiction at @AbbiGlines and can also be found at Facebook.com/AbbiGlinesAuthor and AbbiGlines.com.

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When I'm Gone

Mase

Two years later

Fucking hell. What was that noise? I peeled my eyes open as sleep slowly faded from my brain and I registered what had woken me up.

A vacuum? And . . . singing? What the fuck?

I rubbed my eyes and groaned in frustration as the noise got louder. I was sure now that it was a vacuum. And it sounded like a really bad version of Miranda Lambert’s “Gunpowder & Lead.”

My phone said it was only eight. I had been asleep for two hours. After thirty hours straight with no sleep, I was being awakened by bad singing and a motherfucking vacuum?

As she sang the first two lines of the chorus, I winced. She was getting louder as she sang. And it was seriously off key. That was a good song she was butchering. Didn’t the woman know that you didn’t come into people’s houses at eight in the fucking morning and sing at the top of your lungs?

I was never going to get back to sleep with this racket.

Nannette must have hired an idiot to clean her fucking house. But then, knowing Nannette, she was pissed because I was here and there was nothing she could do about it. She had probably paid the woman to screech outside my bedroom door. Nannette didn’t own the house; our dad, Kiro, did. He’d told us that while Nannette was back in Paris, I could stay at the house and spend some time with our other sister, Harlow, who lived in Rosemary Beach with her husband, Grant, and their new baby.

This must have been the bitch’s way of getting back at me for staying at her place.

Now she was singing the chorus over and over again at the top of her lungs. God, it was like waking to a nightmare. This woman so needed to shut up. I had to get some sleep before I went to visit Harlow and her family. She was so excited about me coming all the way from Texas. But this idiot was messing up my sleep very effectively.

I threw back the covers and stood up and headed for the door before I realized I was naked. My head was pounding from lack of sleep, and I was getting angrier as I searched the room for the damn jeans I had taken off when I’d gotten here. My vision was blurry, and the dark curtains were closed. Fuck it. I reached for the sheet and wrapped it around my waist and went for the door.

I swung it open just as she started singing the opening lines to another song. Dammit. Not another song. This time, she was murdering “Cruise” by Florida Georgia Line.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes against the light, my vision still blurry. Shit, did the woman not see me standing here?

After a few seconds, I finally was able to open my eyes in a squint to see a round little ass wiggling as she bent over. My eyes slowly opened wide as I took in the longest damn legs I’d ever seen. And holy fucking hell, her ass. Was that a freckle under her left butt cheek?

She stood up, and her tiny waist only made her ass look better. She continued to shake her bottom as she sang off key. I winced as she hit a very high note. Damn, the girl couldn’t sing.

Then she turned, and I hardly had a moment to appreciate the front view before she screamed and dropped the vacuum cleaner as she pulled her earbuds out of her ears. Big, round baby-blue eyes stared at me in horror as she opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she was trying to speak.

I took the moment of silence to check out her full pink lips and the perfect shape of her face. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, but it was the color of midnight. I wondered how long it was.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to squeak out, and my eyes went back to hers. She was really something. There was an exotic quality about her. It was like God had picked all the best pieces and put them together to create her.

“I’m not,” I replied. Not anymore. Who the hell needs sleep? Oh, yeah. I do.

“I didn’t know, uh . . . I thought the place was still empty. I mean, I didn’t know someone was staying here. There wasn’t a car outside, and I rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so I used the code and came on in.” She wasn’t Southern. Maybe Midwestern. I just knew she wasn’t from around here. She lacked the twang of the local accent. There was a softness to her voice.

“I flew in. Had a car drop me here,” I said.

She nodded and then looked back down at her feet. “I’ll be quiet. I can come back up and do this area later. I’ll just go downstairs and start there today.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

Her cheeks flushed as she let her gaze drop to my bare chest. Then she turned and hurried away, leaving the vacuum behind in her escape. I watched, enjoying the way her bottom bounced. Damn, I hoped she cleaned several times a week. Next time, I wouldn’t be exhausted. Next time, I’d find out her name.

Once she was out of sight, I stepped back into the room and closed the door. A grin tugged at my lips when I thought about her face when she’d realized I was only wearing a sheet. How did Nan have a housecleaner who looked like that? The girl was gorgeous.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. The image of that freckle sitting right there under the plumpness came to mind. I really wanted to lick that freckle. Cutest fucking freckle I’d ever seen.

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  • Publisher: Atria Books (April 7, 2015)
  • Publication Date: April 7, 2015
  • Sold by: Simon and Schuster Digital Sales Inc
  • Language: English
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Spoilers are likely. You've been warned.

“Fallen Too Far” was the very first book I’d ever read by Abbi Glines, and let’s just say that it wasn’t a favorite of mine. However, I wasn’t quite ready to throw in the towel after only reading just one of her books. Since then, I’ve read several more, determined to find at least one that was more than just, well, sub-par. Unfortunately, my efforts thus far have not met with much success. I guess I just don’t understand the hype, and perhaps never will.

One thing that bothers me, or one of many, I should say, is that each book in the Rosemary Beach series is largely the same. If you’ve read one, you’ve pretty much read them all. There’s nothing new here.

Reese is just like every other heroine in this series. She's a poor girl, and I mean that in the literal sense, with a tragic past who catches the eye of a rich guy. Said guy then makes it his mission to save her. Never mind the fact that the heroes in this series are never wealthy by any means of their own. They have their daddy to thank for that.

And speaking of tragic pasts. I'm of the opinion that when an author chooses to write books about sensitive topics—disabilities, abuse, and all its variations, etc., they have a responsibility to handle those themes with not only sensitivity, but in a realistic and believable way. Ms. Glines failed in this endeavor. Not only that, but there's more to a character than a tragic backstory. It's not the only way for a character to be considered interesting. I don't like to be manipulated that way. When the execution is handled poorly, it cheapens the story and lessens the sadness.
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Mase Colt-Manning is the son of rock star, Kiro Manning, and half-brother to Harlow and Nan. He runs his family's horse ranch in Texas but he frequents Rosemary Beach to visit Harlow and his niece, Lila Kate.

Reese Ellis is currently working as a maid for a company that cleans the houses of the elite in Rosemary Beach. One morning while cleaning Nan's house she has a run in with Mase who is staying there while Nan is on vacay. Reese has a horrific past with her mom and stepfather and she has a learning disability.

Sparks fly and Mase claims Reese as his almost immediately which means the gang claims her as well.

There were quite a few things that rubbed me the wrong way about this book:

1. I listened to the audiobook version. The male narrator's southern accent sounded like he was trying to impersonate McConaughey. He sounded like a douchebag. The sex scenes, in fact, everything sexual read by him was cringe-worthy.

2. Every heroine in this series is poor and damaged. I have a feeling the next book we'll find Reese knocked up. That's the only thing Glines' heroines know how to do. Aren't there any female lawyers or doctors or even debutantes in Rosemary Beach worthy of love? These books are too expensive for the same old cookie cutter template to be used over and over again. *Huffs* instalove - assuming - not communicating - running. Is that all ya got? Bo-ring.

3. I hated how everyone fell all over themselves to help Reese - rushing her to the hospital to get stitches, making sure she had rides to and from work, using Kiro Manning's power to get her a therapist - all in the same weekend of meeting her. Huh. Would she have gotten the same treatment if she was an ugly maid? It didn't feel genuine.

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MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS - Reese reminded me a lot of Della, sweet & innocent, did not come from money, not used to rubbing shoulders with the rich rock star kids in Rosemary Beach, a past that left her shattered. Reese has two issues - the first one Mase is helping her deal with & that is a learning disability. Reese's rotten parents have convinced her she is just plain stupid, an idea encouraged by cruel kids until she runs away from home. The second issue is the reason Reese doesn't have a family, all alone in Rosemary Beach, getting help from her neighbor Jimmy who gets her connected to his friends so Reese can support herself. You have to respect Reese a great deal for finding something she can do to survive with her limited skills & abilities. At first it might feel like Mase is treating her like a charity case, always bailing her out & helping her. But Reese has never been shown kindness & she eats it up! She can't believe though that Mase would want a broken women who can't share her body with him, a girl he can't take to dinner or out with his friends. She couldn't be more wrong, Mase is hooked! "I'm completely obsessed with you. You're all I see anymore, Reese. When you hurt, it rips me apart. When you're happy, I feel like I own the effing world." The entire appeal for me is Mase's words - when he touches her he makes sure to be sweet & kind & a bit dirty, letting Reese know that this is Mase with her at all times. And his words are desperate, how he almost begs to touch & taste her & dang, I have never been so turned on in my life! Reese is curvy & beautiful & hot & Mase sounds like he's going to die if he can't be with her, just to hold, just to kiss! Reese is still working through issues in her past but now she has Mase. "I don't regret one thing.Read more ›
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