Release Week Event: Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10) by Abbi Glines

Crushed on by Shannon, on December 17, 2014, in New Releases / 0 Comments

  Release Week Event: Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10) by Abbi Glines

BookCrushin is excited to be a part of the Release Week event for Abbi Glines newest release in her Rosemary Beach series, Kiro’s Emily. Check out all the book information and read an exciting excerpt and don’t forget to pick up your FREE copy via Amazon!


Title: Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10)
Author: Abbi Glines
Publisher: Atria Books (December 15, 2014)
Pick up your FREE copy here: Amazon

The year is 1992, and no one on the rock music scene is hotter than Kiro Manning, the lead singer
of Slacker Demon. With a multi-platinum record, total ownership of the Billboard charts, sold-out
concerts, and sinful amounts of money, Kiro can have anything—and anyone—he wants.

So when a dark-haired, conservative beauty rebuffs him at a concert after-party, his first thought
is, “Who the hell does she think she is?” His second thought: “How do I make her mine?” Kiro
has always loved a good challenge, but not every girl wants to get involved with a rock god.
Especially this girl.

He let her go that night, but he never forgot her. And when they met again, he vowed not to give
up again so easily.

As the world worshipped Kiro, he came to worship the girl, who became everything he never
knew he needed. The only girl he would ever love. His Emily.

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes a heart-wrenching e-novella in
the Rosemary Beach series about the star-crossed romance between Kiro and Emily, first
introduced in Take a Chance. This is Abbi’s holiday gift to the devoted fans of the series.




            I knocked on the door, trying hard not to be pissed that this piece of shit
apartment complex with no fucking security was Emmy’s home. This wasn’t where
I’d been picturing her. And I pictured her a fucking lot.

Waiting with my hands tucked in the pockets of my jeans, I was trying to remain calm.
But fuck it all, I had been waiting to see her face for months. Every time I
heard her voice my entire body went on high alert. I couldn’t rein in its
attraction to Emmy.
            I heard a chain sliding out of the lock as the door swung open, revealing her in
a pair of tiny little shorts and a camisole. Her hair was tangled and her
gorgeous eyes were wide.

“Kiro,” she said, unable to hide the grin that lit up her face. It was midnight. I had
changed my flight from London to come here instead of Los Angeles. I didn’t
fucking miss my house. I only missed one thing while on tour, and it was this
face. Fuck me.
            “I wake you up, angel?” I asked, stepping into her apartment with my hands still
firmly stuck in the pockets of my jeans. I didn’t trust them around Emily. They
wanted to touch her.
            It was then I realized she had just crawled out of bed. Her hands went to her hair
as she ran her fingers through the strands, trying to tame them. But I liked it
just the way it was.
“I…you’re here. At my apartment.” She sounded flustered. Then her nose scrunched
up and she frowned. “Oh wait. I’m asleep. This is a dream.” Her face fell.

Fuck it! I took my hands out of my pockets and wrapped her in my arms. She inhaled
deeply as I held her to my chest. “I’m real and you’re very awake,” I told her,
unable to keep the thickness out of my throat. She got to me. She was fucking
with my head. Seriously fucking with it.

“You feel real.” Her arms came around my waist.
            I closed my eyes and soaked her in. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I
stood there with her in my arms as long as she would let me. Hell, I would’ve
stood there all damn night if she wanted me to.
            “I thought you’d be ready to go home. Aren’t you homesick?” she asked, tilting her
head back to look up at me.
            “I was only missing one thing, angel. And it wasn’t in fucking L.A.” I winked as I
cupped her face and felt her soft skin under my thumbs as I brushed her
            She frowned a moment. “Do you mean me?”
            I hauled her against me and lifted her inches off the floor as I took the few
strides to the sofa and sank down with her in my lap. She didn’t pull away, and
God, that felt good. “So fucking sweet,” I murmured as I stared down into her
face. I hadn’t made this shit up. She was better than I remembered. Fuck, she
was so much better. That voice had gotten me through the tour.

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