Book & Author Details:
Just Stay by Michelle Abbott
Publication date: May 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:The last place Pia wants to be is on a family vacation in a sleepy Cornish village. She’s anticipating two weeks of mind-numbing boredom. Then she meets Trey, a local boy. He’s absolutely gorgeous. The trouble is — he knows it. He’s arrogant and egotistical, and Pia intends to avoid him at all costs.
But Trey is not the kind of guy who gives up easily. When he sets his sights on Pia, her resistance is futile.
It’s just a holiday romance, some light-hearted fun, right? But one of them is about to discover that still waters do, indeed, run deep. When what lurks beneath the surface finally erupts, the consequences may prove to be catastrophic.
For age 17+ due to sexual content and strong language.
He stops outside a single storey, whitewashed cottage, and pulls a set of keys out of his jeans pocket. I notice there’s an old blue car parked in the driveway, I guess we’re driving to another town to eat. He’s probably stopping off to pick up his car keys. That’s good, I’d rather go somewhere more lively. He’s standing in the doorway, smiling at me. He gestures for me to go in. “I’ll wait out here for you,” I tell him.
“Why would you want to stand out there all night?”
“I’m only waiting here while you get your car keys,” I say, frowning at him.
He leans against the door frame and folds his arms across his chest. “Pia, I asked you to have dinner with me, I didn’t say I was taking you OUT to dinner.”
I gape at him, my mouth open. What an asshole. I got dressed up for nothing. I starved myself all day for this, which is my own stupid fault, I should have known better. I take a deep breath. “I see. So what delights do I have to look forward to? A frozen microwave meal? Or maybe you’re going to treat me to a take-out.”
He grins, and my hand itches to slap it off his face.
“Do you think I’d give you a frozen ready meal? You might be surprised,” he says.
I snort. “I’m already surprised. I’m surprised I agreed to this date. I’m surprised that I’m even surprised, that you aren’t bothering to take me out.”
He busts up laughing, a deep, throaty laugh, that makes his shoulders shake. His laugh is infectious and his whole face lights up, it’s attractive and it annoys the heck out of me that I think so. He finally stops laughing and gazes at me, his eyes sparkling. “You’re adorable.” He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. My heel catches on the door frame; I lurch forward, and slam into his chest.
I can feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, he smells of spices. I shiver as he strokes his fingertips down my bare arms. This is so embarrassing, I’m sure my face is the colour of a tomato. Why did I wear these stupid heels? “I’m sorry, I tripped,” I mutter, as I finally pluck up the courage to look up at him.
He cocks his head to the side and smirks. “As much as I enjoy you throwing yourself at me, Precious, you might want to wait until after dinner.” Arrgh. I shove him away and step backwards, giving him my most furious glare. As he brushes past me to close the door, he glances down at my feet. “How do you even walk in those things?” His gaze slowly travels up my body, and my skin heats up, as if his eyes were lasers. His hand reaches for me; I hold my breath and stiffen, unsure of where his touch will land. He ruffles my hair. “You’re still tiny, even when you’re wearing stepladders, aren’t you, Pee Aitch.”
I frown at him. “Pee aitch?”
He nods his head. “Yeah, Pia Hamilton, that’s your name, right?”
My mouth forms a thin line. “What’s your surname?”
His eyes shine. “Baker.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Trey Baker.”
He smiles. “Yeah, that’s right.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Tee Bee, as in, tuberculosis, a nasty disease that you want to get rid of.”
He nibbles at his lip, and then he chuckles. “It’s no use trying to charm me with sweet talk, Precious.” He kicks off his flip flops, leaving them on the hallway floor, then he glances down at my feet again. “Take those things off, before you break your neck.”
What is your genre? Why did you choose to write it?
New Adult Romance because I love writing about emotions and feelings.
Are you interested to write in some other genres in the future?
No, I don’t think I could write in another genre, or find it interesting to write. Romance is my love.
Which is the first book you read?
I can’t remember for sure but I read the Noddy books when I was a child, and Paddington Bear.
Are you influenced by any author?
Do you write more than one book at a time?
No, I write one book at a time so I don’t get confused. When I write I get into the heads of my characters, they’re with me throughout the day. I wouldn’t be able to focus on them and get to know them if I were also writing about other characters in other books.
Are you a full-time author or you doing some other job?
I’d love to be a full time author, but unless I become a New York Times bestseller it’s unlikely to happen.
Do you prefer pen and paper or Microsoft Word?
I use pen and paper to write notes when ideas come to me. I use Scrivener to write my stories because I can move scenes around and Scrivener makes it easy to create a mobi file to publish to Amazon.
Which one of your books is the best according to you?
My first book will always be my favourite just because it’s the first one I ever wrote.
Do your family members read your books?
My sister beta reads my stories. She’s writing a book herself, so I trust her opinion.
Tell us about your writing journey.
I’ve always loved writing but never considered writing a book until I got myself a kindle. I discovered self-published romances and devoured them. I looked into the self-publishing process and it didn’t seem difficult. Romance was the obvious choice for me and I’ve always had a soft spot for underdog heroes, so most of my ideas were based around that.
Do you reply to your readers?
Yes, I love to hear from my readers.
Do you have any embarrassing tale to share with us?
I was on vacation in the Netherlands and had gone out to a bar for the evening. I managed to get myself locked in the toilet, no matter how hard I tugged at the bolt, it wouldn’t budge. I had no choice but to bang on the door and hope someone would hear me. I could hear people talking to me, but they were speaking in Dutch and I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Next thing I knew, the toilet door was taken off its hinges and everyone in the bar was standing in the restroom, gawping at me. Very embarrassing.
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Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person.
She's a self-published author who loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.
She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)
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