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The minister's family who raised her never accepted her as their own, and the cruel minister's wife made sure Blythe understood just how unworthy she was of love. So when she finally gets the chance to live by herself, Blythe takes it and moves into an apartment building with a loud upstairs neighbor who keeps throwing parties all night long.

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It's during one such party when Krit opens the door to find his new neighbor standing there. Blythe wants him to turn down the music, but he convinces her to stay. She's nothing like the women who parade in and out of his apartment, but Krit can't resist her—her brown hair, cute glasses, and sexy innocence is too much for him to ignore.

Determined to win Blythe over, Krit Corbin may have just found his biggest addiction yet. Fiction Romance. Publication Details Publisher: Abbi Glines has always been a favorite of mine. When I need a good NA book, she is a go to author. Lately, her last few books have just been okay for me This one was another winner of hers! I loved both of the characters and the story was great!

We know only a little about his We know only a little about his past, but one thing we do know is: He has an addictive personality. And women may be his biggest addiction. I loved his character and thought he was more deserving. Blythe lived a completely and utterly sheltered and messed up life.

After her mother died in childbirth, she was raised by the pastor in town and his abusive wife. She can be naive, but she really is innocent and lost. Living on her own the first time is scary, but shes so happy to be out of that town. Where it was drilled into her that she was bad, worthless, and ugly. After meeting a few people in Sea Breeze, she realizes that may not be the case.

Blythe and Krit are neighbors.

The friendship between them begins. I loved watching their relationship grow and develop. It was real. Watching Blythe come out of her shell was great.

For the first time, she felt a connection to someone. Like someone cared. How the sin of my mother had made me unappealing in looks. How no one would ever love me because I was too hard to even look at.

I had accepted my life a long time ago. I hated seeing that face stare back at me. The one that made Mrs. Williams hate me, and Pastor Williams pity me. Leave her alone. Whenever he caught her telling me how ugly I was or reminding me of the sin that would forever haunt my life he, would correct her and send her away. I let the relief come because I knew for the next day or so he would be watching her. She would pout and stay tucked away in her room.

The few times in my life he actually looked at me, I could see him wince. Especially lately. I was getting uglier. I had to be. One day I would be old enough to leave this place. The one who made me so ugly. The one who took my mother away. I wanted to escape all this and hide away in a small town where no one knew me.

A place where I could just be alone and write.

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In my stories I could be beautiful. The prince would love me, and I would know how it felt to belong.

I loved my stories. Even if right now they were all in my head. He stopped, and I waited to see if he would say more. If he would turn around and smile at me. Or if he would just look at me. But he never did. He just stood there with his back to me for a moment before his shoulders sagged as he walked away.

One day. I would be free. I knew the church people thought I was evil.

I could see it when they looked at me. She had been diagnosed with a brain tumor only five months ago. It had been stage five, and there had been nothing they could have done. The congregation had stopped by to check on her daily, and the parsonage had been flooded with casseroles, pies, and flowers.

I had been told to stay out of sight. The endless supply of food had made it easy. When she had finally taken her last breath, the hospice nurse had come and knocked on my door to inform me. I had been asked to call Pastor Williams at the church and have him come home. Not one emotion from the news. I was evil.

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Only someone truly evil could be so indifferent to death. Williams had been only fifty-four.

That was all behind me now. That life was over and in my past.

I stood outside the apartment building that overlooked the Alabama gulf coast and let it sink in that this was now my home. I would have a new life here. One where I could sit and write my stories and attend the community college. Pastor Williams had wanted to get rid of me.

I was thankful for that because I needed a way to get free from that place. He had called a friend of his and had gotten me into a community college ten hours away from the town full of people who hated me.

He had bought me an apartment on the beach and even managed to get me a job working as a church secretary. He had a friend who pastored a church in Sea Breeze, Alabama. It was one of the reasons he had sent me here. He had had someone help set me up while he remained in South Carolina. I had never had a chance to actually be around people who wanted anything to do with me. Before I took my boxes out of the truck, I wanted to check out the apartment.

Pastor Williams had given me a truck, too. Grabbing my purse and the keys he had placed in an envelope, along with one thousand dollars in cash, I jumped down out of the old truck and headed for the stairs.

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None of the apartments were on the street level. They were all on stilts above the ground. I figured this was for times when the water got high. Not now. I slipped the key into the lock and turned before pushing the door open.

It swung wide, and I took in the pretty pale yellow walls and white wicker furniture. It was all very coastal. I loved it. Smiling, I walked inside and spun around in a circle with my arms opened wide. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and let myself bask in the solitude. No one knew me here. I was just me. Blythe Blakely. And I was a writer. She was free. Loud male voices laughing and throwing insults in the hallway interrupted my quiet moment of joy.Blythe lived a completely and utterly sheltered and messed up life.

I knew the church people thought I was evil. Matty, our drummer, always grabbed a girl or three quickly and left the club after we finished our gig. It was all very coastal. Even when I decided to write steamier stuff.

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