Fr. 17.50

Until Friday Night - Field Party

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Zusatztext West Ashby seems to have it all—looks! a football future! and any girl he wants. No one! not even his closest friend Brady! knows that his dad—West’s biggest fan—is dying of cancer. Two years ago! Maggie Carleton saw her father murder her mother! and once she told police what happened! she refused to speak another word. Now Maggie lives with her cousin Brady’s family! and when she meets West! she sees the pain in his eyes that no one else recognizes. The bond between West and Maggie grows! and eventually Maggie rediscovers her voice to walk West through his father’s final days. Aided by chapters that alternate between West’s and Maggie’s perspectives! what could be a typical romance—both are drop-dead gorgeous and could have anyone they want—is raised to a new level by Maggie’s self-imposed silence and the grief they are both experiencing. Glines’ novel will be welcomed by fans of Lurlene McDaniel who want something with more depth. Informationen zum Autor Abbi Glines Klappentext A #1 New York Times bestseller A football star and the quiet new girl at school bond over family troubles in the first novel in a series from bestselling author Abbi Glines about a small Southern town filled with cute boys in pickup trucks, Friday night football games, and crazy parties that stir up some major drama.To everyone who knows him, West Ashby has always been that guy : the cocky, popular, way-too-handsome-for-his-own-good football god who led Lawton High to the state championships. But while West may be Big Man on Campus on the outside, on the inside he’s battling the grief that comes with watching his father slowly die of cancer. Two years ago, Maggie Carleton’s life fell apart when her father murdered her mother. And after she told the police what happened, she stopped speaking and hasn’t spoken since. Even the move to Lawton, Alabama, couldn’t draw Maggie back out. So she stayed quiet, keeping her sorrow and her fractured heart hidden away. As West’s pain becomes too much to handle, he knows he needs to talk to someone about his father—so in the dark shadows of a post-game party, he opens up to the one girl who he knows won’t tell anyone else. West expected that talking about his dad would bring some relief, or at least a flood of emotions he couldn’t control. But he never expected the quiet new girl to reply, to reveal a pain even deeper than his own—or for them to form a connection so strong that he couldn’t ever let her go…Until Friday Night Ain’t She Sweet CHAPTER 1 MAGGIE This wasn’t home. Nothing ever would be again. And besides, I didn’t want a home—the word came with memories too painful to think about. I knew my aunt Coralee and uncle Boone were watching me closely as they led me through the house. They wanted me to like it here—there was a certain hopefulness in their eyes. I didn’t remember what hope felt like. It had been so long since I’d hoped for anything. “We gave you a room upstairs. I painted it a pretty ­cotton-candy blue,” Aunt Coralee informed me ­cautiously. “I remembered that you liked blue.” It’s true that I had liked blue a few Christmases ago. Had even worn all blue one year. I wasn’t necessarily a fan of it now, though. . . . I followed both my aunt and uncle up the stairs. The family photos lining the wall made me turn my head back around and stare straight ahead. I’d had those once too. Photos that my mother proudly displayed on the walls of our home. But those photos had been lies. The smiles were never real. “Here it is,” Aunt Coralee announced as she stopped halfway down the hall and opened the door to a large bedroom. Other than the blue walls, everything else was white.

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