BLOG TOUR STOP~UNSPOKEN MEMORIES By Gabbie S. Duran
Unspoken Memories by Gabbie S. Duran
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Synopsis
She awoke with no memory of who she was, but one clue will lead her to him…
Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancé, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but of a total stranger.
When Abigail discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks.
Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, keeping his heart guarded, but then Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer she is looking for. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her?
With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open up her heart to a total stranger, or will she keep it guarded like he does?
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Excerpt for Unspoken Memories
Copyright © Gabbie S. Duran
I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. My stomach is turning from
the nerves and I feel like I’m ready to throw up.
At first, there isn't an answer, so I ring it again. After a minute I
start to feel impatient with still no answer, so I start to knock hard on
the door.
I finally hear a voice yelling from inside, "Yeah, yeah, hold your
horses man. I'm coming!"
The door opens and the first thing that hits me is the smell.
Whoever's in there is spending some major time with someone named
Mary Jane. I’m almost high just with the first whiff I take.
I’m disappointed when I notice who has answered the door. It’s
not who I was expecting, which saddens me. It isn’t the guy in the
picture that Frank sent me, which must mean this must be the
roommate, or a friend. He has some running shorts on and a tight
white shirt, which stretches over his broad shoulders and muscles.
This guy is huge. He has bulging arms that look like they might
be wider than my legs, and probably are. He’s a bit shorter than I am
but I’m wearing heels after all. By the looks of this guy he must spend
some major time in the gym with the weights. His hair is cut really
short all over and he's staring at me like he's trying really hard to
figure out who I am. Then he shakes his head like he's trying to clear it.
"Is Matthew Garcia here?" I nervously ask.
I'm pretty sure from the smells I'm getting from inside that he is
stoned out of his mind.
He is still staring at me, with bugged eyes and his mouth slightly
open. Finally a light bulb must have turned on in his head because he
finally speaks.
"Dude, you’re Abigail fucking Adams." I roll my eyes. "No, I’m Mother Teresa, I’ve come to save your
soul. Again, is Matthew Garcia here?"
I'm afraid by the way he's staring at me that I'm getting
nowhere. But, the now confused look on his face makes me smile for
the first time since all this drama has started.
“Dude, are you sure you’re real?” Then tilting his head, he says,
“This must be some really good shit.”
I'm getting really frustrated at this point, I came all this way and
right now I’m kind of out of patience from the three hour drive up here.
As I'm about to give up, I hear a voice behind the guy staring at me.
"Dude, what the hell are you yelling about out here?" says the
voice walking to the door.
When I see who it is, I get excited. It's him! It’s really him. I stare
at him and even though I know his name already, just seeing him
makes my excitement accelerate. Like I really know who he is and I've
missed him so much. The next thing I know I'm throwing myself at him
and hugging him.
He automatically catches me, but stiffens up as I’m holding him,
awkwardly tapping me on the back with his hand and then pushes me
away so he can get a clear view of my face. He looks confused, which
is understandable when a stranger throws herself at you. I realize what
I’ve just done, and it makes me feel embarrassed; I shouldn’t have
thrown myself at him like that.
That's when he notices who I am and his jaw drops open.
Matthew is holding a joint in his hand, looks down at it, and then hands
it over to the first guy. "Here dude, I think this shit is making me trip."
Big muscled guy standing next to us gets all excited and starts
hopping back and forth on his feet. "Dude, I'm pretty sure you’re not
tripping, if you see what I'm seeing.” He draws his eyebrows forward in
doubt. “You’re seeing her, right?” He doubts again with his eyes. “It's
Abigail Adams standing in our front door, right? I’m not tripping?" He
gets excited again.
I decide to take over the conversation. "You’re Matthew Garcia,
right?” I ask, looking back at Matthew, and trying to ignore a gawking
muscled guy.
He nods his head and responds, “Just Matt,” and holds out his
hand for me to shake.
As I’m shaking his hand I say, “Is there any way I could come in?
I have something I need to talk to you about." walking through the
front door not waiting for the invitation.
They both look at each other with dazed looks and nod. Matt
takes a couple of fast steps to catch up with me and begins to lead me
into the house. The first thing I notice is that even though I have heels
on, we are matched in height, and he's not as physically big as the first
guy.
He's still fit all right, but he's slim and he has enough toned
muscle to make you drool. He looks like he should be in an
Abercrombie ad.
As leads me into the living room, he starts guiding me with his
hand on my back, and I can feel the warmth in his touch. It sends a
thrilling chill through my body and I get excited. Then I quickly
remember that this guy is still a total stranger at this point, so I’ll just
blame my excitement on my nerves.
When we enter the living room, I notice it looks like a typical
college bachelor pad. Dirty carpet, stained couches, beer bottles, and
cans are everywhere. Including on the coffee table, and counters.
Taking a quick glance at the available seating, I take the only
recliner in the living room. It's made of what looks of black leather and
I'm praying it’s clean enough for me to sit on it. Facing Matt, I notice he and his friend are both staring at me and
they still have confused looks on both of their faces.
I fully take in Matt when he sits down and although I saw him in
my dream, seeing him in person is not the same. He’s hotter than the
picture or my dreams.
He’s wearing a shirt similar to the one in my dream, a cutoff and
it’s emphasizing every muscle on his chest, and arms making him look
sexier.
His arms are just as toned as his legs and he’s sitting there with
his elbows on his knees leaning towards me which emphasizes a tattoo
on his right outer bicep. It’s an angel wing, starting at the top of his
shoulder, ending with the tip at his elbow.
It’s beautiful.
His eyes are light brown and the curl in his long lashes make
those eyes pop. As I’m looking straight into his eyes, my body starts to
melt from weakness.
How in the world can someone’s stare do this? I feel like I can’t
concentrate from him looking at me with those eyes.
The smell of their friend is still really heavy in the air, so maybe
that’s what’s causing this reaction.
"Can you open up a window or the patio door maybe, please? I
need to stay focused for this conversation."
Yes, I’ll just blame it on the Mary Jane.
Matt gets up and heads over to the patio door, opening it. Once
he’s done, he comes back, and sits down on the edge of the couch
closest to me once again.
"Umm, not that we're not happy you’re here, but, why are you
here?" he inquires. He seems pretty calm and under control. Even
though I bet he’s as baked as the other guy.The entire care ride here I was thinking about what I would say
when I arrived, but now my mind is blank, so I start talking in hopes
that it will come back to me.
"Well, you see, I woke up from a coma last week and I seem to
have amnesia, I have no clue who I am, other than my name, and
that's only because I guess that's really not hard to figure out. But, in
reality I don't have any memories at all. The only thing that I could
remember when I woke up was a phone number.” I’m pretty sure I’m
rambling at this point, but I continue, “I hired a private investigator to
track the number and he gave me your information," I say, pointing my
chin towards Matt.
Although I have my hands folded into each other on my lap,
they’re starting to get sweaty again from the nerves. The two guys are
both still looking like they’re trying to absorb the information, this must
be a major buzz kill for their high, but I need answers dammit, and at
this point they are the only answer to the number in my head.
"So let me get this straight? Other than your name and Matt’s
number, you have no memories at all?” the big guy asks, trying to
figure all this out as well.
"Yes," I whisper, looking down at my hands.
Matt is staring at me with his head cocked to the side.
"But, why my number?” He points his finger at himself. “I've
never met you and I'm pretty sure we don't run in the same circle."
"I don't know either, but I kept repeating the number in my head,
like it was natural to me. I tried texting you last night but I didn't get a
response."
Matt takes his phone from the coffee table and starts searching
through it. "Oh, you must be the 206 number. I was kind of busy at the
moment with someone,” he says with a wicked grin. “It was a pretty
crazy night last night. Since I didn't recognize the number I just ignoredit. Sorry about that," he says, placing the phone in his pocket of his
shorts.
With the look he’s just given me I’m pretty sure it was a girl that
he was busy with, and I don’t blame him. If I knew him well enough I
would want to be busy with him myself.
Where the hell are all these thoughts coming from? I have to get
myself under control.
I try to distract myself from my carnal thoughts. "It's okay, I
pretty much headed over here as soon as I got your information this
morning from the PI. I needed to see you, the thing is I've had dreams
about you too," I say, looking straight at Matt, while biting my lower lip
in embarrassment.
He thoroughly looks confused, his eyebrows arching up in
surprise. I know exactly how he feels. The other guy’s mouth drops in
an O, and then he lightly shakes his head, before taking a sip of his
beer. He hands it to Matt and he does the same. I sit there in silence,
giving them time to absorb everything I’ve said.
Trying to distract myself again from the tension beginning to
build up inside, I begin to look around the room. I notice on one of the
walls is a wall hanger, with a whole bunch of medals hanging from
them. I walk over to them and start looking at them. As I'm doing this I
get another memory.
This one is of Matt and me. A crowd of people surrounds us, as a
medal is being placed around my neck. I feel ecstatic as I hug him. I’m
looking behind him at the big banner that says "Portland Marathon" in
big green letters. It’ a finish line, and by the year on the banner it was
just last year.
Excited, I turn to face Matt, this must be where we met. Even
though I don’t remember reading anything on Google that said I was a
runner. "We ran the Portland Marathon together last year, that's where
we must have met." He gets up and comes over, standing next me and begins
concentrating on the medals with me.
"No, we didn't," he clips out, keeping his eyes on the medals.
"Yes, we did, you’re in my memory and we’re crossing the finish
line together.” At least I’m pretty sure we did. “They gave us our
medals together and we are hugging."
Matt looks back at me with a fierce glare. His chest is beginning
to rise and fall, and he’s shaking his head. His eyes turn glassy like he
wants to cry, but he's fighting to hold it back. “I didn't run it with you,”
he insists, staring at me in disbelief, and irritation laces his voice. “I ran
it with my sister. It was the last race we ran together."
Oh shit! Then why am I having this vision? It has to mean
something, I was pretty sure it was my memory. It felt so real.
"Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I’m right. I clearly see the memory.
It was only last year, and I'm pretty sure I was there with you." Can I be
wrong? No, I wasn’t asleep when I got this one, so I know it has to be
an actual memory. "What about my dream of running with you in the
park, that has to be real, right? There's a trail in the background."
This makes Matt angry and he walks away. "Now you’re fucking
with me. Who's been feeding you her info?"
"What are you talking about, nobody is feeding me info. I told
you these are the things that I remember. The only things I remember.
Besides you, and who is this she you keep referring to?"
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About The Author
20 Fun Facts about Author Gabbie S. Duran
1. I curse a lot more than my mother would like me too.
2. I'm a sucker for anything flavored green apple.
3. I own a Nook. As long as it still has life, I’m going to keep reading from it.
4. I never travel without my running shoes.
5. I don't like the taste of peanut butter and chocolate mixed together.
6. I don't like caramel; it's too darn sticky.
7. I don't like the feeling of sweat on my body.
8. Yet, if I don't work up a good sweat during my workout, it doesn’t feel like I accomplished
anything.
9. “Beautiful” was the original title for “Unspoken Memories”. My daughter didn't like it, so
she renamed it.
10. In every book I've written I use the name of someone I personally know. Usually I use
two.
11. I don't own a bookshelf; instead all my paperbacks are on the top shelf of my closet. The
expensive purses and shoes are neatly organized on my floor.
12. When I have writers block I go for a run.
13. Each one of my books has a particular theme song; I have to start it and sing along to it
in order to get into the “mood” of writing, revising, or editing that particular book.
14. My theme song for “Unspoken Memories” is Wide Awake by Katy Perry.
15. It took me 21 days to write “Unspoken Memories.” I usually average about three weeks
per book I’ve written.
16. I have three close friends who all live in different states that I talk to everyday, whether it
be on the phone, FB PM, or text message. Most of the time it’s all three throughout the
day, and at the same time too.
17. I met those friends three months ago on Facebook and they’re like my sisters now. We
cry together and everything.
18. The ringtone (Big Poppa) is REALLY assigned to Matt in my phone, the muse I use for
“Unspoken Memories.” I was in the process of writing that particular scene and he
happened to call me at that exact moment…instant ringtone.
19. “Unspoken Memories” has 6 deleted scenes.
20. It also has three different endings. The first one was a major cliffhanger, the second not
so much. While writing another book I decided on the current one and kept it.
Giveaway
BONUS SCENE
Copyright © Gabbie S. Duran
Hotel scene when Abigail finally wakes up next to Matt.
Matt’s POV:
I feel her stir, but I stay laying there, holding onto her, hoping
she’ll go back to sleep because I really don’t want to let her go. She
feels so good in my arms, exactly where I love having her. I normally
get up before her and leave her alone in bed, not wanting to give in to
my lust of taking her right there and then. This time I don’t think that’s
going to happen unless she goes back to sleep because I’ve got a
boner that isn’t blamed on a normal morning wood. Nope, it’s from
knowing that I’m lying in bed with the most beautiful girl that has ever
walked into my life.
After seeing just how sexy she looked last night, I’m surprised
with myself for not taking her right there in the club. I was tempted, so
damn tempted. Trust me, I was using every ounce of my will power to
not take her right there on the fucking dance floor with all the body
contact we had last night.
Feeling her stir again, I stay still as I hold her tighter. I start to
slowly rub her back, hoping it will help put her back to sleep. She’d
better go back to sleep or else I just might have to put an end to both
our sexual frustration.
I feel her body tense up all of a sudden and I’m pretty sure she’s
realized she’s not alone in bed. “Morning beautiful.” I whisper into her
ear.
She rapidly sits up and even though I can’t see her face, I know
she’s panicking right now. Then I start to take in her naked back;
knowing just how silky smooth her skin feels against mine. I want to
feel again. She finally turns around to look at me and I stare into her
pretty eyes, the eyes that I fell in love with. “What happened last night?” she asks me with a confused look
on her face.
I sit up and wrap my arm around her waist to bring her body
once again against mine. Tucking her head against my neck like she
loves. I’ve known for a while that she likes it and I’m not complaining. I
laugh, thinking about it.
“Calm down. You were passed out by the time I got out of the
bathroom. I didn’t think it was fair to have to sleep on the couch when
this bed is big enough for the both of us. Although, as usual, you do
like to hog the covers.” I tell her.
“We didn’t do anything did we?” I could hear the hesitation in her
voice when she says it.
Shit, if we had done something I would be just as excited, but
unfortunately I was a very good boy last night. I don’t know if I could
take it anymore though.
Wanting to feel her I start to rub my hands against her smooth
skin again, rubbing her legs with my thumb. It’s the simplest of
contact, but the heat of the touch as I make contact runs all the way
up my hand. Satisfying me.
“As much as I would have loved to do something with you last
night, I want to make sure we both remember, if it ever happens.” I tell
her, not being to keep the want from my voice.
She surprises me by rubbing herself against my body and I feel
her wetness against my leg. Making my cock strain to life. I close my
eyes, trying to control the hunger I have for her right now. The only
thing keeping me from spreading her legs and thrusting my hardened
cock deep into her, making her scream my name is my fucking
underwear. I knew when I fell asleep I had better leave them on,
keeping a barrier between us.
“Abigail, you don’t know what you’re asking for right now.” I
growl at her. She starts to kiss the skin of my neck, fucking driving me insane.
All the pent up sexual need I’ve had for her for the last couple of
months is going to make me blow my load right now if I don’t get her
under control.
Wanting to feel her, I stick my finger into her pussy, savoring just
how warm and wet she is for me. Her moan alone is heaven as I spread
her further with another finger.
“Damn, beautiful, you’re so wet and warm.” I whisper into her
ear, wanting her to know just how much I love touching her.
Needing to take control, I pull my fingers from her pussy and
throw her onto her back, straddling her body. I don’t usually do this,
but with Abigail, I’ve come to learn everything is different. I’m staring
down at her beautiful face, admiring how sexy she looks right now.
Taking her hands and locking them above her head, making her
beautiful breast thrust up towards me. Her whole body is like a feast
for me. One I plan to take and devour very slowly.
As I run my hand down her body, feeling the heat radiating from
it, it’s electrifying every nerve in my fingertips. I bring my mouth down
to her ear to take it into my mouth, teasing it completely like she likes.
Grabbing onto to her breast, I massage it slowly, wanting to enjoy the
feel of her tender flesh.
“Matt please, I can’t take it any more.” She begs.
Knowing that if I don’t take it slow I might end up hurting her, I
focus on her sweet little sounds she makes as I touch her body.
Wanting to hear more, I move my mouth down her body. From her
neck, to the valley of the breast, then finally taking a nipple into my
mouth, sucking it with no boundaries. When I move onto the other, her
moans increase, making me want more.
I feel her try to wiggle her way from under me, but I tighten my
legs and keep her locked in place. Needing to move lower, I finally let
go of her arms and make my way down her body. She lets out a giggle,reminding me that she’s ticklish. “I forgot that you’re ticklish.” I say to
her as I look into her eyes.
Taking both of her hands, I hold them down at her sides to keep
her from moving them along my body. The contact of her touch alone
was not helping me keep control of my body. Wanting to taste her, I run
my tongue along her stomach and her body taste so delicious. I can’t
fucking wait to know just how sweet her juices are going to taste inside
my mouth as I make her come.
“Matt, you in there fucker?” Trey yells, banging on the door. “Get
the fuck up, we gotta go!”
“Fuck.” Abigail groans in frustration and I know exactly how she
feels as my cock cries in desperation, knowing that I’m not going to get
to finish what I started.
I chuckle at her reaction, “Sorry beautiful, I have to go.” I tell her,
not knowing what else to say.
I quickly jump off the bed and search for my clothes, hoping the
distraction will allow my cock to calm down. There’s no way I’m going
to survive Trey mocking me if I walk out of here with a fucking boner.
I walk over to the door and take one last look at her, not able to
resist myself. “See you at home beautiful.” I say, as I wink at her
before I leave the bedroom.
The look on her face as I left hurt deep down inside of me. I walk
away, realizing that Trey’s perfect timing is a blessing in disguise.
There’s now way I would have been able to walk away from Abigail
once I’ve entered her, which would have made me miss the flight
home. As much as I need to blow my load, it’s just going to have to
wait until I get back. Which couldn’t come fast enough.
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