Title-It Was You
By Anna Cruise
Publication Date-February 28, 2013
Published By- Mission Bay Publishing
Abby Sellers knows what she wants.
Enduring eighteen years in the shadow of her identical twin sister, Annika, she wants a fresh start. A chance to create her own life, separate from her conniving, deceptive twin.
Surprising both her family and friends, Abby ditches her plans for college and enrolls at a new school instead. There, she encounters West Montgomery, a sexy fellow student who immediately disarms her with his good looks and charm. West takes a liking to Abby and she suddenly finds herself walking a thin line, fabricating a fictional life created not by lies but by omission. She soon discovers West has secrets of his own, secrets that he's not altogether interested in sharing.
Out from under the shadow of her twin, Abby's life—and her relationship with West—blossoms. When Abby leaves town one weekend, something unthinkable happens and her relationship with West is shattered. Reeling from the discovery, Abby fears all of her plans have backfired and she's created a mess for both of them, a mess that no one can clean up.
But West isn't willing to let her go that easily. When he forces her to confront secrets they've both been hiding, Abby must decide more than if she's willing to forgive and forget. She must also decide just what kind of life she wants...and who she wants to live it with.
Excerpt – It Was You
He smiled down at me and once again pushed the hair away from his face. For one ridiculous minute, I wished it was my hand weaving through those long, black locks.
“Abby Sellers, I am very sorry if I came off as rude,” West said. “Chalk it up to my having a bad morning. I'll try not to let it happen again.”
His gaze was so focused, so intense, and I felt like I couldn't look away.
“Thanks,” I said and then wished I could kick myself. Where was a witty response when I needed one?
He leaned up against the closed trunk of my car. “But now you owe me.”
He pointed his finger toward the pavement. “The tire?”
“You want me to pay you?”
He squinted, then shook his head. “I was thinking of something a little less formal.”
“You didn't mention a fee,” I said. “I could've called AAA for free.”
“True,” he said. “But you'd still be waiting. And your friend over there would really have some explaining to do to her mom.”
Tana was about ten yards away, gesturing like crazy, clearly not happy.
“And you wouldn't have gotten my awesome apology,” he added.
I smiled and shook my head. He was impossible.
“What did you have in mind?”
He thought for a moment. “I think your phone number will do for now.”
My heart fluttered and I tried to keep my tone light. “Why? So you can call for payment? Take my credit card number over the phone?”
He laughed. “Maybe. But you give me your number, we'll call it even.” He produced a phone from his pocket. “I'll put it right in here for safe keeping.”
He was so arrogant, so sure I'd give him the number. Part of me wanted to rattle off a fake number, just to piss him off. But he had just changed my flat tire and he'd apologized for earlier. And it certainly didn't hurt that he look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. I didn't think he'd actually call me. And I wasn't entirely sure I wanted him to.
“And if I don't?” I asked.
He leveled those blue eyes on me and pursed his lips, a slight frown creasing his features. “Then we'll both miss out, won't we?”
“Miss out on what?”
He shifted against my car, hitching his fingers in the pockets of his shorts. His eyes found mine again and he smiled. “I don't know. But I'm pretty sure we'll be missing out on something if we just walk away. Something big, Abby Sellers.”
My stomach fluttered again and I could feel the heat of anticipation rise up inside of me.
He held up his phone. “Number?”
I hesitated for only a second before giving him the number. The right phone number.
He tapped at his screen. “I probably should've made you promise to answer it when I call.”
A little thrill ran through me when he said “when” rather than “if.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “You probably should've.”
“But I think you will,” he said.
“So sure of yourself,” I said. “Maybe I am one of those chicks who looks down her nose at everyone here.”
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and stepped in closer to me. I made a concerted effort to take a step back, to not breathe in the scent of his shampoo, to not get lost in those blue eyes that were boring into me.
“I don't think you are,” he said, grinning. “I don't think you are, Abby Sellers.”GUEST AUTHOR BLOG POST
Does your writing process change at all when you write in the New Adult genre as opposed to when you write in the YA genre?
My first instinct is to say, OMG, yes, the writing is totally different.
And it is. It really is. The characters are a little less mature, a little more impulsive. There is a greater adult presence –for better or worse—in YA books than in NA books.
But then I thought a little more about the question. Does the writing process change?
For me? Nope. I still hear my characters and I still channel their thoughts and put them down on paper. I still see their stories unfolding, their problems seemingly overwhelming them, the solutions eventually appearing, their lives beginning to blossom again.
I still write in bursts, knocking out ten thousand words in a day, the story spilling faster than I can get it down on paper. This is almost always followed by days of silence, when life gets too busy to even fathom writing or when my characters inexplicably go quiet.
I still favor dialogue over any other means to tell a story. There is something about hearing my characters explain and describe, about getting in their heads and letting them tell their story. Not me.
There are a ton of differences between the New Adult and Young Adult genres – some of them subtle, some of them obvious – but for me, the writing process absolutely stays the same. It's an exhilarating, maddening, roller coaster of a ride.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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About the Author-
Anna Cruise has been writing -- and drooling over boys -- since middle school. Lots of years have passed but some things never change...
Her books include the best-seller IT WAS YOU (New Adult), IF I FALL (Mature YA) and MAVERICK (New Adult). Additional titles releasing in 2013 will include a follow-up to Abby and West's story from IT WAS YOU.
Anna loves to hear from readers and authors. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can also like her Facebook page, find her on Twitter @AnnaCruiseBooks or friend her on Goodreads.
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‘It Was Me’ Blurb- (sequel to ‘It Was You’)
All West Montgomery wanted was a vacation. A week-long stay in Tucson with Abby and her parents, a chance to get away for the week, the opportunity to get to know her family a little better and maybe carve out a little alone time with his girlfriend.
What he doesn't count on is finding a way to resume his baseball career.
Encouraged by Abby and her father to attend a MLB open tryout, West discovers that he can still play ball—well—and he suddenly becomes the hottest commodity on the field. Overwhelmed with offers and possibilities, West knows that whatever choice he makes will affect more than his baseball career. It will affect his future with Abby.
Professional baseball was always his dream, but Abby was a new dream come true. He doesn't want to choose between them, but in order to fulfill one of those dreams, West will have to.
Because he knows it's all on him.