“I was supposed to die but I didn’t.”

Throughout her life, Pagan Moore has seen souls. They don’t speak to her but they know she sees them. It’s a part of her life she keeps hidden from everyone else. She’s different…

And he knows it.

Pagan begins seeing him everywhere. In her classroom and her bedroom. The soul is stalking her and she can’t make him go away. Everything is different with him. Beginning with the fact he speaks to her. Just when she thinks he’s gone, her world completely changes.

He is Death and he’s about to break all the rules.

“Fans of Abbi Glines will not be disappointed in her new venture into the paranormal romance genre. I really enjoyed this book and can’t wait for the sequel!” – A Tale of Reviews

“Existence is a winner. Abbi Glines has proven she can also write YA Paranormal Romance as awesomely as her YA Contemporary. I was a little worried if Glines could write a paranormal as fantastic as her contemporary but, man oh man, no more worries, she blew me away with Existence.” – I Heart YA Reviews

“Those intense blue eyes will haunt you as you read & just like Pagan, you won’t be able to get enough of him. He’s the epitome of bad boys (you don’t get any more dark & dangerous than Death himself!)” – Sated Fairy Reviews

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“When I started reading Existence, I will admit that I had some expectations based on my experiences with Abbi’s other books. Some were met, others were exceeded.” – Surrounded by Words

An Excerpt from Existence:
Movement, out of the corner of my eye, caused the hair on my arms to prickle. I knew better than to stay in this room, but running would only make it worse. I turned to face the soul who followed me inside. He sat in the back of the classroom, feet propped up on a desk, arms crossed over his chest. How did he know I could see him? I gave no indication outside. Normally ghosts needed a little clue from me to realize I wasn’t as blind as the rest of the world. Something was different with this one.

I dropped my gaze. Maybe I should join Miranda and the jock squad in the hall. If I acted like I didn’t see him and returned to the hallway, he might think he made a mistake and go away.

“You don’t really want to subject yourself to such pointless company, do you?”A cold smooth voice broke the silence. I gripped the hard plastic chair beside me so hard that my knuckles turned white. I fought down a startled little cry—almost a scream—in the back of my throat. Should I ignore him? Should I respond? Alerting him that his hunch was right might not end well.

But ignoring this was going to be impossible. He could speak. Souls never talked to me. From the time I realized the strangers who frequently watched me or wandered around aimlessly were only visible to me, I started ignoring them. This was something new, something I couldn’t ignore.

“I pegged you with more guts. Are going to let me down, too?”

His tone softened. There was a familiar drawl in his voice now.

“You can speak,” I replied looking directly at him, letting him know I wasn’t afraid. I’d dealt with wandering souls, which is how I liked to think of them, all my life. If I ignored them, they would go away. Otherwise, they followed me.

This one continued to watch me, an amused smile on his face. His crooked grin produced a single dimple. The dimple didn’t seem to fit his cold, arrogant demeanor. As much as his presence annoyed me, I couldn’t help but admit this soul could only be labeled as ridiculously gorgeous. It was the first time I’d ever noticed the physical beauty of a soul.

“Yes, I speak. Were you expecting me to be mute?”

I leaned my hip against the desk. “Well, you’re the first one who’s ever spoken to me.”