Author: Gabbie S. Duran
Series: Unspoken Series #1
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: October 1, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
Page Count: 298
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?
Where do we start, Abigail is wakes up with amnesia and so begins her journey. We find out that she is a model and has a boyfriend/manager named Bill. Abigail remembers nothing of her own personal life but she does have this recurring phone number going through her mind. She has no idea who it belongs too but deems it must have some importance if it all that she remember. Once she is released from the hospital she is thrust into a life with her life with Bill. She is not happy and has no idea how she could have been this person. She doesn’t care for who she was. Abigail already has her suspicions about Bill since she overheard something in hospital room that proves he may not be “sweet and attentive” boyfriend he tries to come off as. She decides to use her resources to find the owner of the phone number running through her head and do some digging into Bill. This is how we are introduced to Matthew Garcia. She takes Matt’s address and pays him a visit thinking it may help jog her memory. No such luck but she finds she is attracted to him. She also starts getting memories that don’t belong to her but to Matt’s now deceased sister, Em. When she catches Bill banging his personal assistant she decides to pack up and leave but since she has no idea where to go she ends up at the doorstep of the only person she does know….hottie Matt.
Matt is kind of a manwhore….no scratch that…hehe….just a manwhore. Now Mari did not find him lovable or endearing 🙂 but I did. I am not saying that he easy to love cause he really is not but for some unknown reason, I understood him so I could still find him loveable. Mari, not so much. We also meet Matt’s roommate, Trey. We fucking loved Trey, he is hot, sexy and funny. He really is super easy to love. He may be the only character in the book who doesn’t piss you off. Well him, David and Kelly. We will be honest, we spent half the book pissed off. It is kinda impossible not too but that does not make it bad book. There are perfectly good reasons why you are pissed and you should be pissed.
One scene will have you saying OMG and shaking your head and threatening bodily harm. We may have threatened Gabbie with bodily harm. It still makes me angry when she brings it up 😉 We can’t say this is a HEA because the ending is a little ambiguous. This is more of “Happily so far…” with her leaving open many questions that I can understand, as a reader, you want answers to. On a happy note there will be a book 2, Unspoken Promises. Gabbie has given us her word that all our questions will be answered. We are not above threatening here….lmao. This story is not one if you want warm fuzzies, unicorns and rainbow…its real and crappy just like life is sometimes. The main characters make stupid decisions but then don’t we all. I truly believe everything we do, good or bad, we learn from and so will Abigail and Matt. It will not be easy road I can tell you that. However, you found yourself drawn into and enjoying the story even though the mishaps our characters find themselves in. For a debut novel, all things considered….we truly believe Gabbie did a wonderful job. We are excited for book 2 and to see her grow as an author. We have no doubt as she keeps writing, learning and growing she will be able to bring us some great books in the future.
When Trey suggested that we have a couple of drinks, saying we all deserved them after the day I had, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. I finally ended up passing out from the four beers and god only knows how shots of Patrón. The last thing I remember is putting my head on Matt’s shoulder saying I was just going to rest my eyes for a moment.
The next morning I wake up with a pounding in my head and the worst feeling of retching coming from my stomach. I barely manage to stand up and make it to the bathroom before I’m dry heaving in the toilet. Once that is done, I somehow, with the grace of God, manage to shower and get dressed. Even that feels like an obstacle.
As I exit my room I notice that Matt is lying on the couch watching TV and when he hears me come in, he looks at me with a smile and says, “Hey beautiful.”
Beautiful, is he fucking crazy? There’s nothing that feels beautiful in me right now. I give him a look of disgust and he chuckles before he says, “Not feeling so hot, I assume.”
I take a very deep breath. “I swear I’m never drinking again,” I say impulsively.
This earns me a full-blown laugh and it makes me wince from the sound. I go to sit on the recliner, curling my feet under my legs and realize that he is covered with blankets like he slept on the couch. So I ask him, “Did you sleep out here?”
Matt nods. “Yeah, David and Kelly were pretty messed up as well. So I gave them my room.”
That’s when I realize I don’t remember anything after I closed my eyes. So I hesitantly ask, “Did you take me to my bed last night?” He gives me another short nod, while still channel surfing, his eyes focused on the TV.
“You know you have to stop taking advantage of me being drunk just to undress me,” I dryly tell him.
He looks at me with his half-mast eyes and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Who says you have to be drunk in order for me to undress you?” he says, dragging his eyes up and down my body, making it tingle straight down to my core.
I cross my legs together trying to stop the sensation, but of course it only intensifies it. I stare right back at him imagining what I could say or do to return the feeling, but he turns his head and starts to watch TV again. Ignoring my glare.
I roll my eyes and try to control the spinning that is somehow still going on in my head. It’s not helping the crappy feeling I have in my stomach either. I simply sit there for a couple of minutes, staring at him, wondering why he does this hot and cold game with me. Does he do it to amuse himself?
He must feel me watching him, because he turns and notices my face, as I’m intensely looking at him. He just smiles at me, and then stands ups, removing the blanket that was covering his lower body.
As usual he has on his boxer briefs that are hugging him in places that should be left only to the imagination. But my eyes go wide when I notice the huge bulge in between his legs. Noticing that I’m staring at his mid-section, he gets an amused look on his face and walks over to me. He lowers his body, placing an arm on each armrest, bringing his head down right in front of mine. “You see something you like beautiful?”
The nauseating feeling has just left my body, and is now replaced with embarrassment. Him catching me while I was observing his package, like I had every right to, is mortifying enough to give him reason to think he could mess with my mind.
I notice he’s still waiting for an answer. “Uhh, get over yourself Matt. I’m not one of your friend’s with benefits who’s going to throw myself at you and beg,” I say while pushing him off me, storming off in the direction of my room. Once I’ve reached its statuary, I slam the door behind me, from being provoked.
I stand against my door trying to catch my breath because he’s just managed to steal every ounce of it the moment he asked if I liked what I saw. Of course I liked what I saw, and he knew it. He enjoys teasing me every chance he got. God help me the last thing I need right now is to be added to his long list of special friends, then be thrown to the curb when he was done with me.
No, I am just going to have to learn to use will power when it comes to him, but I needed to discover it soon or else I was screwed.