Blog Tour Stop: Unspoken Memories by Gabbie S. Duran

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Hi everyone, Happy Hump Day!!!

Today I am super excited for this blog tour! Unspoken Memories is one of my newest 5 star readings and Gabbie certainly got me addicted to her writing!!

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Rating: 5 stars

Book Synopsis:

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?

My Review:

Unspoken Memories is one of those books you can’t put down!

When I first start a new book, specially if no one recommended it yet, I do it without expectations and I love that, because having your mind blown away by a new book is one of my favorite things ever! And it happened with this book!

When I first read the blurb I was already expecting me to like it, but I was hooked from the first letter to the last one! This book has it all, a little bit of action, sexy scenes, a swoon worthy male (more than one), friendship, love and a GREAT heroine!

When I pimp a book to my friends the first thing they ask me is ”Is it dark?”, because, well, I’m known for my taste in dark, mind f**ck readings. This book is NOT dark, what it is though, is AMAZING!

We first meet Abgail when she is waking up from a 4 month coma and right there we can see who the bad people in the book are…She wakes up with no memories of who she is, but there is a conversation she witnessed before her accident (I have my doubts about this word describing what happened to her, actually) and a phone number.

The phone number she discovers is not her fiancé’s and she move back with him just see for herself what a lying piece of s****t he really is.

Then she meets Matt…well, the meeting and who Matt is was something I was seriously NOT expecting. You’ll need to read the book to experience it and see what I’m talking about…the way Gabbie wrote it we are certainly expecting something just to be shown that it isn’t that. But don’t worry, it’s better!

Abgail is a great character, she isn’t weak, at least the new Abgail isn’t, I don’t know the supermodel of before the accident, but I gotta say she is changed! She doesn’t take bullshit from others, she speaks her mind, she is kind, compassionate, and a great friend.

Matt is just as great! He is HOOOOT, sweet, a great friend too, has a body worthy of his athletic trainings and he is completely swoon worthy! I dare you not to fall in love with him! 🙂

Together they find a way into a friendship that leads them to understand each other better and also that teaches them to cope with their lives and to live again. They start walking the path of a great friendship turning to love…but as usual, it isn’t easy…Matt is still hung up on his first love, the one that led him to turn into a player and Abgail is still hung up on her ex-cheating (not the ex, but to the fact that men cheat and she doesn’t want to take a chance with Matt’s player ways with fear of being hurt more)…

This is a story about second chances, but not second chances because of a missing opportunity, but because life got in the way and the universe shows that even though things can end, new things can start and develop to be just as great if not better!

I could talk here for hours about how great the characters and the story are, but this is one of those books you have to experience to truly understand what I’m talking about!

I don’t have all the words to say all I wanted to say about it, just know that I will be following Matt and Abgail’s story until the end and I’m sure I will love it all, because Gabbie’s writing is just amazing that way! She has a way to tell the story that makes you part of it. A week after reading it, I’m still thinking about it (I can’t go running without thinking of Matt and Abgail and I wish I had my own Matt to run with!!!).

I really fell in love with this book. When I was first finishing it,  I thought there were some lose ends, but then I realized it is a series, so no lose ends. Also there is no cliffhanger. But you will be wanting more, as I already said, Gabbie’s writing and story is addictive!

I can’t wait!!



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“You currently have 4.3 million dollars in your account at your disposal Ms. Adams, why do you ask?” a young gentleman in his early thirties, dressed in a suit, looking every bit the bank manager that he is, informs me the next morning.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation, but I do know one thing for sure, I wasn’t letting Bill get another dollar anytime soon.

I’m very sleep deprived, since I didn’t get much of it last night. I kept going over everything that had happened. It kept me tossing and turning in my bed, my thoughts going back to Matt.

I look the manager in the eye. “I need two thousand of it in cash for myself.”

Then I hand a small piece of paper with Frank’s requested amount and account number over to him. “This amount put into that account number.” After he takes the first small paper, I hand him another with Matt’s account number. “The rest is to be transferred into this account number. Both of which are current accounts here at your facility.”

Eyes wide open, he asks, “What do you mean by the rest, ma’am?” I had a feeling this would happen and was prepared for it.

With a strong stern voice, I say emphatically, “I. Mean. All. Of. What’s. Left,” indicating just how serious I am.

With a horrified look on his face, unbelieving what he’s heard, he protests, “But, that would mean emptying out your account completely, ma’am.” His response is just as shocked, as I’m staring him down.

I have a feeling he’s going to play this game with me all morning if I let him.“I know. I’m looking at it as a very generous donation to someone who really needs it. It’s only money,” I say, trying to sound like I don’t care. “I’m pretty sure with my fiancé being my manager, there will be plenty more to fill it up again soon,” I say with a sarcastic smile on my face.

He still looks skeptical, but easily gives up.

“Okay,” he states with an apprehensive look, and tries to hold himself together as well as he can. “I’ll get the documentation for you to sign, authorizing the transfer.”

He quickly stands up and heads to his office door. Once he’s left his office, I dig into my purse for my phone and I shoot off a text to Matt.

I need a favor. A

After a minute, I receive a response.

What’s up? M

I’m going to put some money in your account for safekeeping. A

Why my account? M

I need someone I could trust, is that you? A

He doesn’t respond immediately, and I’m sitting there thinking maybe this might be a bad idea after all. But, then I hear the ping of a response.

Of course, Pinkie Promise. M

That’s when I blank out and I’m suddenly pulled into another memory. I’m sitting on a bed in a little boy’s room and there is a small child sitting across from me on the bed. It’s Matt, his eyes are red and swollen, like he’s been crying for a while, and he’s looking at me with desperation on his face.

I tell him, “Everything is going to be all right, I’m here now and I’m never leaving you.”

He stares into my eyes and says, “Promise?”

My response to him, without a doubt is, “Pinkie Promise.” Holding out my pinkie and locking it with his, I hug him with a force promising not to let go.

I hear the ping of my phone again, breaking me from the memory, pulling me back to reality. Why is it that I get these memories like that, randomly? I’m beginning to appreciate when I was dreaming them, at least I didn’t spaz out like just did.

You still there? M

Yes. I’m still here, Pinkie Promise. A

Do you need my bank info? M

No, I already have it. A

How the hell did you get it? M

The same guy who gave me your address. 😉 A



Copyright © Gabbie S. Duran

Hotel scene when Abigail finally wakes up next to Matt.

I feel her stir, but I stay laying there, holding onto her, hoping she’ll go back to sleep because I really don’t want to let her go. She feels so good in my arms, exactly where I love having her. I normally get up before her and leave her alone in bed, not wanting to give in to my lust of taking her right there and then. This time I don’t think that’s going to happen unless she goes back to sleep because I’ve got a boner that isn’t blamed on a normal morning wood. Nope, it’s from knowing that I’m lying in bed with the most beautiful girl that has ever walked into my life.

After seeing just how sexy she looked last night, I’m surprised with myself for not taking her right there in the club. I was tempted, so damn tempted. Trust me, I was using every ounce of my will power to not take her right there on the fucking dance floor with all the body contact we had last night.

Feeling her stir again, I stay still as I hold her tighter. I start to slowly rub her back, hoping it will help put her back to sleep. She’d better go back to sleep or else I just might have to put an end to both our sexual frustration.

I feel her body tense up all of a sudden and I’m pretty sure she’s realized she’s not alone in bed. “Morning beautiful.” I whisper into her ear.

She rapidly sits up and even though I can’t see her face, I know she’s panicking right now. Then I start to take in her naked back; knowing just how silky smooth her skin feels against mine. I want to feel again. She finally turns around to look at me and I stare into her pretty eyes, the eyes that I fell in love with.

“What happened last night?” she asks me with a confused look on her face.

I sit up and wrap my arm around her waist to bring her body once again against mine. Tucking her head against my neck like she loves. I’ve known for a while that she likes it and I’m not complaining. I laugh, thinking about it.

“Calm down. You were passed out by the time I got out of the bathroom. I didn’t think it was fair to have to sleep on the couch when this bed is big enough for the both of us. Although, as usual, you do like to hog the covers.” I tell her.

“We didn’t do anything did we?” I could hear the hesitation in her voice when she says it.

Shit, if we had done something I would be just as excited, but unfortunately I was a very good boy last night. I don’t know if I could take it anymore though.

Wanting to feel her I start to rub my hands against her smooth skin again, rubbing her legs with my thumb. It’s the simplest of contact, but the heat of the touch as I make contact runs all the way up my hand. Satisfying me.

“As much as I would have loved to do something with you last night, I want to make sure we both remember, if it ever happens.” I tell her, not being to keep the want from my voice.

She surprises me by rubbing herself against my body and I feel her wetness against my leg. Making my cock strain to life. I close my eyes, trying to control the hunger I have for her right now. The only thing keeping me from spreading her legs and thrusting my hardened cock deep into her, making her scream my name is my fucking underwear. I knew when I fell asleep I had better leave them on, keeping a barrier between us.

“Abigail, you don’t know what you’re asking for right now.” I growl at her.

She starts to kiss the skin of my neck, fucking driving me insane. All the pent up sexual need I’ve had for her for the last couple of months is going to make me blow my load right now if I don’t get her under control.

Wanting to feel her, I stick my finger into her pussy, savoring just how warm and wet she is for me. Her moan alone is heaven as I spread her further with another finger.

“Damn, beautiful, you’re so wet and warm.” I whisper into her ear, wanting her to know just how much I love touching her.

Needing to take control, I pull my fingers from her pussy and throw her onto her back, straddling her body. I don’t usually do this, but with Abigail, I’ve come to learn everything is different. I’m staring down at her beautiful face, admiring how sexy she looks right now. Taking her hands and locking them above her head, making her beautiful breast thrust up towards me. Her whole body is like a feast for me. One I plan to take and devour very slowly.

As I run my hand down her body, feeling the heat radiating from it, it’s electrifying every nerve in my fingertips. I bring my mouth down to her ear to take it into my mouth, teasing it completely like she likes. Grabbing onto to her breast, I massage it slowly, wanting to enjoy the feel of her tender flesh.

“Matt please, I can’t take it any more.” She begs.

Knowing that if I don’t take it slow I might end up hurting her, I focus on her sweet little sounds she makes as I touch her body. Wanting to hear more, I move my mouth down her body. From her neck, to the valley of the breast, then finally taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking it with no boundaries. When I move onto the other, her moans increase, making me want more.

I feel her try to wiggle her way from under me, but I tighten my legs and keep her locked in place. Needing to move lower, I finally let go of her arms and make my way down her body. She lets out a giggle, reminding me that she’s ticklish. “I forgot that you’re ticklish.” I say to her as I look into her eyes.

Taking both of her hands, I hold them down at her sides to keep her from moving them along my body. The contact of her touch alone was not helping me keep control of my body. Wanting to taste her, I run my tongue along her stomach and her body taste so delicious. I can’t fucking wait to know just how sweet her juices are going to taste inside my mouth as I make her come.

“Matt, you in there fucker?” Trey yells, banging on the door. “Get the fuck up, we gotta go!”

“Fuck.” Abigail groans in frustration and I know exactly how she feels as my cock cries in desperation, knowing that I’m not going to get to finish what I started.

I chuckle at her reaction, “Sorry beautiful, I have to go.” I tell her, not knowing what else to say.

I quickly jump off the bed and search for my clothes, hoping the distraction will allow my cock to calm down. There’s no way I’m going to survive Trey mocking me if I walk out of here with a fucking boner.

I walk over to the door and take one last look at her, not able to resist myself. “See you at home beautiful.” I say, as I wink at her before I leave the bedroom.

The look on her face as I left hurt deep down inside of me. I walk away, realizing that Trey’s perfect timing is a blessing in disguise. There’s now way I would have been able to walk away from Abigail once I’ve entered her, which would have made me miss the flight home. As much as I need to blow my load, it’s just going to have to wait until I get back. Which couldn’t come fast enough.


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Gabbie Duran

Gabbie is a Southern California native, who currently lives in Washington with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn’t change anything about it.

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