Monday, May 19, 2014

Blog Tour + Review + Giveaway: Abby’s Survival by: B.L. Mooney

Title:  Abby’s Survival
Series:  Sequel to Liv’s Existence
Author:  B.L. Money
Genre:  Adult Romance
Publish Date:  May 14, 2014
Review Source:  Enticing Journey

The sequel to Liv's Existence.

Love and Loss.

Two tiny words, each with their own powerful impact. They can both happen at any given moment and both can forever change your soul. It’s how you allow it to change you that matters. The hard part is finding a balance when the loss gets overwhelming. How do you do that when everyone you thought you couldn’t live without leaves you?

Loss is inevitable. I’ve had enough in my life to know that much. Now I’ve just got to figure out how to survive it.

Who are you? Truly deep down does anyone really know themselves? If the most awful things were done to you and you didn’t stop it, how would you feel? React? If you told them to do it, would it be your fault? What about facing the fact that you got out of the situation but that left room for someone else to suffer? Could you heal and accept things and move on? Not with a lot of help.

In the sequel to Liv’s Existence we jump right in where we left off. Olivia has been stabbed repeatedly by Adam and is fighting for her life. Can she recover? Even if she does physically how can she heal mentally? Well it takes digging into Abby’s life to find those answers and that’s exactly what happens in Abby’s Survival.

Abby and Olivia are the keys to each other’s healing process. They are both haunted and devastated by their part in Adam’s debauchery. In some ways they asked for it and enjoyed it. Olivia put up with it for a long time and Abby couldn’t stop her body from responding which makes her think she enjoyed it. Overcoming what the mind tells you is truth to understand what you were feeling and where you heart is….well that’s a daunting task.

John is Abby’s rock. She knows he’ll leave when he truly knows everything about her. But the more he finds out and the more he stays by her side the more comfortable Abby gets. But there’s still a lot he doesn’t know and a lot he’s going to have to deal with. Will he be there for her in the long haul? Is true love enough? 

Olivia pushes everyone away so they don’t have to deal with her issues. Kyle is one of them but will she have the strength to make him understand? Will he be able to love her flaws and all? 

I realize I’m not explaining really what happens in this book. I don’t want to spoil it for you since it jumps right into the story and things twist and turn from there. I will say that there are love stories with tragedies and forms of abuse and fights and so forth. But this story is undoubtedly about actual love. Not true love in the all hearts and flowers, romance way. Love that endures all. Love that is so real and raw it hurts to experience it but it hurts more to not have it. Love in the form that each person knows there is no way to not love. Abby and Olivia find this between themselves in a sort of sisterhood. Will they also accept it with their men?

B.L. Mooney brings out the rawness of emotion in these characters in a way that is truly remarkable. This book deserves every one if it’s five bars!!! Truly a book to be experienced!  HIGHLY recommend!!!!

John stepped in and closed the door. “That isn’t the reception I was hoping for.” He locked the door.

“And what reception was that? I couldn’t get the parade together for you since you never called to tell me you were ever coming back.” I never looked up while I talked, but I had heard him lock the door and my excitement grew. If I looked up, he would’ve known I wanted him—despite how indifferent I was trying to be.

I should’ve kept my eyes on him. He was next to me before I knew it, and he startled me as he twirled my chair around and knelt down in front of me. “I like you in skirts, Abs.” He slid his hand up my thigh.

“Jo–John.” I stopped his hand. “You don’t get to ignore me for ten days and then come waltzing into my office expecting me to drop my panties for you.” I turned back to my desk, proud that I had stood my ground. I hadn’t done that before.

John sighed and got up to go back to the chair in front of my desk. “I’m sorry, Abby. I’m a fool that had to figure out a few things, but I figured them out, and I’m here now.” He watched me work in silence for a few minutes. “When can you get out of here, so we can have a proper celebration?”

“And just what are we celebrating?”


I didn’t know if I had heard him right. I wanted to jump over the desk and onto his lap, but I was scared that I had misunderstood what he was saying. I swallowed. “Us? What do we have to celebrate?”

“Why don’t we talk about that over dinner? So, when can you go?”

“Why do you automatically assume I’m free for dinner—or anything else, for that matter?” I was still pissed he hadn’t called for ten days and came in as if nothing had happened.

“You’re pissed. I get it, and I deserve it. I’m in town for a few days, and if you change your mind, give me a call.” He was up and had the door open before he finished.

“Are you going to call me back this time?” I was still hurt, but didn’t want him to leave.

“No, I’m going to answer and not let it go to voicemail. I really am sorry, Abs. When you want me, call me, and we’ll talk over dinner.” He turned and walked out.

I stared at my phone. I wanted to call him back to the office desperately, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate. Who was I kidding? I picked up the phone.

He didn’t answer the phone, but stepped back into the doorway with a huge smile. “I thought you’d never call.” He locked the door again and was back by my side with just a few large steps. He lifted me out of my chair and put my arms around his neck. “This is the greeting you will greet me with from now on.” He slapped my ass and kissed me hard. “Understood?”

I grabbed the bulge in his jeans. “Keep ordering me around and slapping my ass like that, and I’ll never touch your little friend here again.” I squeezed. “Understood?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Completely.”

I tried to not smile, but failed. “You just took that as a challenge.” I turned back to my desk.

John grabbed me and pulled me to him. I placed my hands on his chest to brace myself for impact before I slammed into him. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He cupped my face and brought it to his. He kissed me so softly and sweetly that I had trouble catching my breath. I was glad to finally have something good steal breath from me. I gripped his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

He stopped kissing me, but still held my face and looked in my eyes. He whispered, “I love you, Abigail Hughes.”

My eyes shot open wide as I tried to push on his chest. I needed to be out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let me go. “You can’t love me. I’m no good for you.”

He pulled me to him and wrapped his big arms around me. “It’s scary, isn’t it? To let yourself be this vulnerable with someone again takes a lot of trust—and I’m very happy and honored you decided to trust me.”

B.L. Mooney started writing when the voices and storylines in her head ran out of room. They were getting too cramped and neither B.L. nor the characters could take it anymore, so she did the only thing she could do--she made room. She always knew she wanted to write, but vowed to make time for it later. Now that she's made time for writing, most everything else falls to the wayside. That seems to suit the characters that keep popping up just fine.

B.L. lives in the Midwest and her other talents include in-demand cookies, a very dry sense of humor, and stealth eavesdropping. Some mannerisms, attitudes, or twists come from random sentences picked up while passing by strangers. So speak up the next time you have something to gossip about. You never know, it may just end up on the pages of the next book you read.



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