An excerpt from Just Stay by Michelle Abbott

So, my lovelies, I have a special surprise for you today! Michelle Abbott is a wonderful member of the Rave Reviews Book Club that I love so much, and today, she’s going to share a bit from her book Just Stay. It’s a New Adult Romance and I intend to read the book! So, here goes 🙂

An excerpt from Just Stay in Pia’s Point of View

I wiggle out of my shorts & adjust my red & white striped bikini bottom. As I bend over to lay my towel on the sand, I hear one of the guys whistle at me. I smile but I don’t turn around. Perhaps this place isn’t so bad after all. I grab my book from my bag and lie down on my stomach. A massive seagull struts past my head; he looks like a real bruiser. I turn to the first page of my novel. The warm sun feels good on my skin and I start to relax, as I tune out the noise of seagulls, and squealing kids.

“NOTYA.”JustStayFront - Copy

I read the first sentence of my book.


I frown and re-read the first sentence. Whoever that guy is, he’s making more noise than the kids.


I huff. Who the heck is that? I glance up, scowling, and see it’s the creepy guy from yesterday. He’s standing at the other side of the small beach, grinning inanely at me.

“NOTYA,” he calls out, as he heads towards me. Oh. My. God. I peek at the two guys sitting on the steps; they’re glancing from him to me, with smirks on their faces. I can feel my cheeks heating up. I bury my face in my hands. His shadow blocks out the sun as he stands over me. Sighing, I turn my head and my gaze lands on his bare feet, travels up his ripped jeans, to his white sleeveless t-shirt, and finally to his emerald green eyes, which are firmly fixed on my butt.

“Why don’t you take a photograph, it’ll last longer.” I scowl at him.

He grins and his green eyes twinkle at me. “Thanks precious.”

I frown as he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. He aims it at my butt and snaps a photo; he smiles as he looks at the picture. “Very nice.”

“What the hell. Delete that. NOW,” I snarl at him.

He pushes out his bottom lip and pouts at me, then he taps at his phone and waves it at my face. “All gone,” he says, as he flops down on the sand next to me. I try to ignore him and concentrate on my book, hoping he’ll get my hint that I’m not interested. He sprawls out, propping himself up on his elbow and peers at my book. “What you reading?”

I close my eyes and sigh. He snatches the book from my hands. “Hey.” I try to grab my book back, but he shuffles away from me and begins reading the blurb on the back cover.

He chuckles. “Oooh, women’s porn.”

“Give it back,” I say, in a low voice, through gritted teeth.

He slides back over to me and drops the book on my towel. “I was only playing,” he says.

I glare at him. Now that I see him up close, he’s really attractive. His eyes are framed by long, thick lashes, and his skin is tanned. What a shame he’s a complete asshole.

He rubs his hand over his chocolate coloured butch cut. “So, Notya, are you here on vacation?”

“None of your business.” I sit up and throw my book into my bag; I’m not going to be able to read it with him gawking at me. I glance at the guys on the steps. Maybe I should go chat up the good looking one, that should get rid of him.

“Fancy him, do you?” He asks. He sits up and rests his forearms on his knees. “I know him, I could get you a date if you want…on one condition.”

I close my eyes and draw in a breath. “I’m perfectly capable of getting my own date, thank you.” I focus on the kids, laughing and splashing each other in the water.

He pokes me on the arm. “Don’t you want to know what the condition is?”

I spin my head around and give him my iciest look. “Don’t touch me.”

His eyes widen, then his face breaks into a grin. “Fiery, I like that in a woman.”

My skin is getting hot; I root around in my bag until I find my sun lotion. I can feel his eyes on me but I’m determined to ignore him, until he gives up and goes away. He’s messing with the wrong woman, I’m well known for my stubbornness. I rub some lotion onto my arms and shoulders.

“I can do that for you.” He reaches for the bottle of lotion in my hands but I grip it tightly, aim it at him, and squeeze. The lotion squirts onto his face, and slowly drips from his nose onto his chin. I smile at him, feeling smug. He blinks a few times, then smooths the lotion onto his face. “Thanks precious, I was starting to burn.”

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Author PhotoMichelle 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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