Author: abigaildavies
Confession One: Musical theatre and chess were my true loves.I was a mixture of nerd and drama queen.I liked to think of myself as raspberry ripple ice cream.The perfect combination of sauce to creamy goodness. Confession Two: I was an adaptable kind of girl.Until it came to my dreams.Four years of hard work and I finally got into the college I’d fantasized about since I was a little girl.But … since I was a little girl.But sometimes things didn’t work out how you wanted them to.One incident—and a Viking helmet—was all it took to have my aspirations snatched away at…
Confession One: I was a self-confessed chatterbox.Words were my best friend.They loved me almost as much as I loved my pajamas and unwashed hair.Confession Two: I hated outside people.I was happiest sitting on my sofa, my favorite show in the background, and my laptop open while I worked.Being my own boss was freaking awesome.So why the heck had I accepted this new teaching job on campus?Going … teaching job on campus?Going back to the sunny state was the last thing I wanted to do.It was only meant to be for one day—one talk.But life had a funny way at throwing…
From Abigail Davies comes a laugh out loud, unputdownable, romantic comedy, choked full of hilarious awkward moments. Confession One: I was a klutz.I thought I’d grow out of it, but evidently I didn’t.It’s not fun to look like a fumbling toddler when you’re twenty-six. Confession Two: I had a standing appointment at the local ER.It wasn’t by choice that I knew all the doctors names–it was … wasn’t by choice that I knew all the doctors names–it was necessity.But that was about to change. Confession Three: I hated the sun yet I lived in LA where it always shone.I supposed…
Reboot—VerbTo restart by loading the operating system; boot again.Ninety-nine percent of the time you can right your wrongs.Sometimes all it takes is a simple apology.But what about that one percent?The wrong that you can’t make right.The wrong that will haunt you.The wrong that seemingly defines the very core of you.Starting over and putting the past behind me is all I want to do. But girls like … past behind me is all I want to do. But girls like me—with pasts like mine—are fated to live in the shadows of their mistakes.So what happens when you’re given that second chance?…
One… Two… Three… I’ll never be.Nineteen… Twenty…. Twenty-One…I’ll never be good enough.Twenty-Two… Twenty-Three… Twenty-Four…Never be normal.Twenty-Five… Twenty-Six… Twenty-Seven…There’s only one good memory scattered with all the painful ones.Twenty-Eight… Twenty-Nine… Thirty…My savior… My hero… Corey.WARNINGThis book contains scenes that readers will find upsetting.more
SECRET—NOUNSomething that is kept it meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.Secrets aren’t meant to be uncovered, shining light onto your past sins. Keeping them was hard, especially from the one person you never wanted to find out. But what do you do when that secret reveals itself, bringing with it painful memories?Would you reveal it? Or keep it as long as you could?I didn’t think it … could?I didn’t think it could get worse, but it was nothing compared to what was coming.A storm was brewing, about to destroy everything I had kept locked away.Only one question…
LIE—NOUNAn intentionally false statement. Some days I didn’t know where the lies finished and the truth began.It happened with one innocent lie, and before I knew it I’d weaved a whole web.Nobody likes a liar.But what if you didn’t have a choice?What if you had to lie to protect yourself and your child?If the lies were revealed, I’d be a shell of my former self, fractured into a thousand tiny … former self, fractured into a thousand tiny pieces.I just hoped they could be put back together.more