Book #4 in the Sea Breeze series – JUST FOR NOW- will release soon. 
This Monday September 24 is the cover reveal and book trailer reveal for Just for Now. So many awesome bloggers signed up for it and thanks to Julie at A Tale of Many Reviews for pulling it all together. She’s awesome. If you’re an author, I’d seriously check Julie out for cover reveals and blog tours. 

In the back of Ceaseless (Existence #3 that released this past Tuesday) the first half of the Just For Now Prologue is tucked away. Many readers have found it but those who haven’t read Ceaseless have been asking for it. BE WARNED this is for older readers. Just For Now is not YA. It is New Adult/Adult contemporary romance. Language, drinking and sexual situations are all in this short piece. Proceed with caution. Preston Drake is just as naughty as Cage York is soooo without further ado:

Just For Now
by Abbi Glines
            “Well if it ain’t lil’ Manda all dressed up and coming out to play.”
            The water I’d been sipping chose this moment to strangle me. Covering my mouth to muffle my hacking cough, I turned away from the warm breath against my ear. I had shown up here tonight for one reason: to see Preston Drake. Wasn’t it just my luck that when he finally decided to notice I’m alive, I started coughing up a freaking lung.
            Preston’s amused chuckle as he patted my back didn’t help my humiliation any. “Sorry Manda, I didn’t know my presence would get you all choked up.”
            Once I was able to speak again, I turned around to face the guy that had been making a grand appearance in my late night fantasies for a couple years now. All the primping I’d suffered through so that I looked irresistible was pointless. Preston was grinning at me like he always did. I amused him. He didn’t see me as anything more than the innocent little sister of his best friend, Marcus Hardy. It was cliché.  How many bad romance novels had I read about the girl falling helplessly in love with her brother’s best friend? Countless.
            “You startled me,” I wanted to explain my sudden burst of coughing.
            Preston tipped a bottle of beer against his lips and took a drink while keeping his eyes cut toward me. “Are you sure it wasn’t my sexy-as-hell voice whispering in your ear that caused your momentary lack of oxygen?”
            Yes that was probably it. But the guy knew he was beautiful I wasn’t going to add to his ego.  Crossing my arms over my stomach, I took a defensive pose. I never knew how to talk to Preston or what to say to him. I was so afraid he’d look me in the eyes and know that I closed my eyes at night and imagined doing very bad things to his body.
            “Damn, Manda,” he said in a low husky voice as his eyes lowered to my breasts. I’d worn a low cut white blouse tonight and a really good push-up bra in hopes of at least getting Preston to see that my body was all grown up. Besides, I knew he had a thing for boobs. It was obvious by the girls he dated… well he didn’t really date. He just screwed them. My boobs were not big but a good push up bra and the right position and they weren’t too bad.
“That’s a real nice shirt you got on.”
            He was really looking at me. Or at them but they were a part of me so it was the same thing.  “Thank you,” I replied in a normal voice that betrayed the fact I was breathing a little faster now.
            Preston took another step toward me closing in the small area that had separated us. His eyes were still directed at the cleavage I had pushing up in full view.  “Maybe wearing a shirt like that ain’t real smart, Manda.” His deep voice caused me to shiver. “Aw, hell girl don’t do that. No shivering.”
            One large hand touched my waist. His thumb brushed against my stomach and gently pushed the hem of my shirt up. “I’ve been drinkin’ since four, sweetheart. You need to push me away and send me packing ‘cause I don’t think I can stop this on my own.”
            Small whimper. Oh, yes. Should I start begging now?
            Preston lifted his eyes to meet mine. His long pale blond hair that girls everywhere wanted to get their hands in, fell forward over one of his eyes. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and tucked the loose strands behind his ear. He closed his eyes and made a small, pleased sound in his throat.
            “Manda, you’re real sweet. Real fucking sweet and I’m not the kind of guy you’re supposed to let get this close.” His voice was almost a whisper now as his eyes bore into mine. I could see the slight glassy look that confirmed he’d had too much to drink.   
            “I’m a big girl. I can decided who I let get close,” I replied shifting my hips so that he had a better view directly down my shirt if he wanted it.
            “Mmmm, see this is where I think you might be wrong ‘cause untouched little bodies like yours all fresh and sweet shouldn’t tempt guys who are only looking for another hot fuck.”
            Something about hearing Preston Drake say “fuck” out of those full pink lips of his was a major turn on. He was too pretty. He always had been. His lashes too long, his face too sculpted and you add that in with his lips and hair, you get one lethal package.
            “Maybe I’m not as untouched as you think,” I said hoping he didn’t detect the lie. I wanted to be one of those bad girls he didn’t mind taking in a back room up against a wall.
            Preston lowered his mouth to barely graze the skin on my shoulder that was revealed by the shirt I’d chosen. “You telling me that this sweetness has been played with?”
            No. “Yes,” I replied.
            “Come take a ride with me,” he asked close to my ear as his teeth pulled gently on my earlobe.
            Preston moved back and nodded his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”
            That probably wasn’t such a good idea. If Rock, Dewayne, or any other of my brother’s friends saw us leaving together they’d stop anything from happening. And I wanted something to happen. Alone time under the covers thinking about Preston Drake was getting old. I wanted the actual man. I wonder why Preston hadn’t thought of that. Did he want them to stop us?  I glanced over at their usual table and Rock wasn’t paying us any attention. Dewayne winked at me then went back to talking to some girl.
            I looked back at the bartender, “I have to pay my tab first.”
            Preston nudged me toward the door, “I got your tab. You go get in my Jeep.”
            Okay. Yes. I wanted to go get in his Jeep.  This would also have us leaving separately. Nodding, I hurried for the door thinking I may have just won the lottery.
            Glancing around the parking lot I searched for Preston’s Jeep. When I didn’t see it out front I headed for the back of the building to see if he’d parked back there. Most people didn’t because there were no lights around.
            Stepping into the darkness, I wondered if this was smart. A girl really shouldn’t be out here by herself at night. Maybe I should just go back to the part of the parking lot where it was well lit.
            “Don’t you back out on me now. I’m already going half mad thinking about this,” Preston’s hands came around my waist and pulled me tightly up against his chest.  Both of his hands slid up and covered my boobs squeezing them then tugging on my top until it was low enough that he could feel the exposed skin of my cleavage.
            “Sweet God almighty, real ones feel so damn good,” he murmured.
            I couldn’t take a deep breath. Preston’s hands were touching me. I wanted him to touch all of them. Reaching up, I undid the buttons on my shirt and let it fall open. I found the front clasp of my bra and quickly unfastened it before I could back out. We were in the middle of a very dark parking lot and I was being a complete slut.
            “Damn baby. Get your ass in my Jeep.” Preston growled as he pushed me forward a few more steps then turned me left by directing my hips. His Jeep appeared in front of us. I was pretty sure we couldn’t do this in a Jeep.
            “Can we, uh, do this in here?” I asked as he turned me around to face him. Even in the dark his light hair stood out. His eyelids were lowered and those long lashes of his almost brushed his cheeks.
            “Do what baby? What is it you wanna do? ‘Cause showing me these pretty titties has me going a little crazy.” He pressed me back up against his jeep as he lowered his head and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard before flicking it with his tongue.
            No one had ever kissed my boobs. The immediate explosion that went off in my panties as I cried his name hadn’t been on purpose. My head was pressed back on the Jeep window and my knees had completely given out. Preston’s hands holding firmly to my waist had kept me from ending up a heap on the gravel.
            “Mother fucker,” Preston growled and I started to apologize when his hands cupped my butt and he picked me up. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist afraid he would drop me.
            “Where are we going?” I asked as he stalked deeper into the parking lot. Had I made him mad?