Abby Road

Abby Road

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by Ophelia London

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A new adult romance from Entangled's Embrace imprint...

Fame can't buy her love...

It's been exactly one day since rock star Abigail Kelly fled her chaotic life in L.A. to her sister's home in Florida. One day without her demanding manager, paparazzi, ridiculous tour schedules, and recording sessions. For the first time in five

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A new adult romance from Entangled's Embrace imprint...

Fame can't buy her love...

It's been exactly one day since rock star Abigail Kelly fled her chaotic life in L.A. to her sister's home in Florida. One day without her demanding manager, paparazzi, ridiculous tour schedules, and recording sessions. For the first time in five years, she has the summer off. To be anonymous. A summer to not think about losing her brother...or that her once-normal life has turned into a mess of panic and heartbreak.

But all it takes is one twist of fate-to enter a stranger's surf shop while trying to dodge some fans-for everything to change.

Because the shop owner happens to be a really cute guy with an amazing laugh.With Todd, an ex-Marine sniper turned surfer, she feels things she hasn't felt for a long time. Possibly never. But when the real world comes crashing back in, Abby is caught between the superstar she's become...and the painfully real human being she longs to be.

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VOYA - Heather Christensen
The life of a giant rock star is not as glamorous as it seems. Hounded by paparazzi, exhausted by the demands of a flourishing career and her controlling manager Max, and unable to come to terms with her brother's death, Abigail Kelly heads to her sister's house along the Florida coast for a rare, but much needed, break. There is more than the summer sun heating things up in the little town. Todd Camford is an ex-Marine trying to make a new start of life. "Why is anything military-related such a turn on?" Abby asks her sister, after a chance encounter turns into a twelve-hour steamy adventure with the hottest man in town. The summer with Todd seems a perfect antidote to her mental and physical state of near collapse, but Max puts a swift end to it when he drags her back to the studio and her fast-track California lifestyle. Though we are supposed to believe Todd and Abby are the embodiment of true love, their affair feels shallow, with more passion than substance. London follows a rather predictable formula. Gorgeous and talented Abby is a princess in desperate need of rescuing. Todd—rich, charming, and drop-dead handsome—is perfectly suited for the princely job of rescuing. Yet, in the end—with a great deal of nudging by the supporting cast of sister, best friend, parents, guitar buddy, and, of course, our dashing hero—Abby manages to rescue herself. Reviewer: Heather Christensen

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Abby Road

Fame Can't Buy Her Love

By Ophelia London, Stacy Abrams

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2015 Mary A. Smith
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ISBN: 978-1-62061-245-3


"A day in the life"

"Yellow Submarine" was playing from my jeans. I knew who was calling by the ringtone, but I didn't answer right away. It couldn't be too important; we'd already spoken five times.

By the second chorus, I moved to a corner of the bookstore and fished out my cell. "Hi, Molly," I half whispered. "What's happening on the home front?"

"Hold on, Abby. Just a tick." Behind her voice I heard traffic, the radio, and a single horn honking: Molly's. "Bloody move it, Tiny Tim!"

I bit my lip in amused pity, imagining some poor waif on crutches trying to cross the street without being mowed down by the beautiful, impatient brunette in the convertible Mini Coop with the Union Jack paintjob. Despite the British accent, Molly's creative potty mouth was legendarily dirty.

"Move your bloomin' arse!" she called out, probably while stopped at a red light on Hollywood Boulevard, reminding me of Eliza Doolittle's similar outburst.

The urge to crack up tickled my throat. I stifled it, stood on my toes, and reached for a biography about Janis Joplin on a top shelf. Sure, Molly could be abrasive, but I happened to find it hilarious. She knew her colorful Cockney swearing was known to make me laugh at highly inappropriate moments. She claimed that part of her job as my personal assistant/best mate was to treat me to ten belly laughs in each twenty-four-hour period, even on a day like today when we were on two different sides of the country.

But that was "before." These days, it took a lot to get me to laugh.

My life had changed since the shooting. It had been a year, and there I was, chopped into bits, organized and separated like items on the dinner plate of a finicky eater. Nothing touching, no overlapping. Compartmentalized survival mode at its most dysfunctional. Doctor Robert would've been so proud.

"Anyhoo," Molly finally said to me, "Where was I?"

"We hadn't gotten past hello." I replaced the Joplin book and grabbed one about Julie Andrews. Snowcapped mountains were on the cover. I liked that.

"Hello, Abby, darling." Molly chimed, bright and sparkly, exactly the way I'd needed her the past five years. "Where are you now? Still at your sister's place, yeah?"

"No. Pensacola, at a bookstore." Hearing whispers on the other side of the bookshelf, I quickly moved to the end of the biography aisle, getting that hot-and-prickly feeling up the back of my neck. I couldn't see anyone, but I knew I was being watched. I guess my cover was blown.

After a beat, Molly asked, "You're out in public? And are you out-out," she continued, using our very ingenious code language, "or just out?"

"Just out," I reported, adjusting the dark aviator sunglasses that covered practically half my face. My long hair was pulled back, too, tucked inside a baseball cap. I tried, but I'd never been very creative at the whole disguise thing.

"You're out in public," Molly repeated. "On your own?"

"Doctor's orders," I sing-songed. "He said if I took this trip to Florida alone, I couldn't just hide in Lindsey's house all summer. He made me promise to get out among the people."

"He's a quack," Molly muttered.

I nodded in private concurrence and then dropped the Julie Andrews book in my shopping bag. "It was the right decision, though, to stay away from L.A.," I conceded aloud, knowing that Molly's protective/venomous dislike of Dr. Robert was for my benefit.

"It was impulsive," Molly admitted slowly. "Less than a week ago, you were onstage in Paris."

"True." I lowered my voice. "But for the past year, you know how everyone's been saying I need support — the familial, unconditional kind." I paused to roll my eyes, wondering if Molly would disagree with this diagnosis as well. When she didn't, I jumped back in. "I suppose they're right. Or maybe I got tired of arguing. I don't want to even think about ... it ... anyway." I paused again, stuffing down the sick feeling that came every time I thought about Christian.

"I've been here only one day," I continued, after quickly crossing from behind one bookshelf to another, "but Lindsey kept watching me with those big eyes, so I called her a bad word, grabbed her car keys, and started driving."

"What word?" Molly asked, a wicked smile in her voice.

"You don't want to know. But let's just say I won't be given any sister-of-the-year awards."

When I heard another sound behind me, I glanced over my shoulder. But again, no one was there, only whispers from around the corner. I heard my name more than once. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Molly asked.

"Cockroaches," I answered. "The lights came on, and everyone scattered." Of course I should've been happy about it — that no one was pawing at me for a change. But for some reason, knowing that I was being watched was worse than being approached. Since my public meltdown on the street two days ago, I suppose people were afraid to venture near.

"Start flapping your arms around, then," Molly suggested. "And scream like a banshee. See what happens."

"Nothing will happen. They'll be too stunned to speak, or they'll say, 'Isn't that her? Didn't she used to be that famous singer? Such a shame.'"

I paused, staring blankly at the shelf in front of me, listening to the sounds of the bookstore: shoppers, clerks, background music. "An hour ago, the place was pretty much empty. Now it's packed. I'm afraid to come out of the fortress of books I constructed in the back corner."

"That bloody stinks, babe," Molly said sympathetically.

I smiled, but it hurt my face. Frowning felt more natural. Evidently my mood-altering happy pills weren't doing their intended job.

"But how clever of you. A whole book fortress? Aww, and the tabloids claim you're a one-trick pony. Ha! One trick, indeed," she muttered. "You should give an impromptu concert, right now, in the middle of the store. Rock their socks off."

"Now there's a thought," I joked, positioning myself in front of a row of thick books with glossy black covers.

"Seriously, though," Molly said after a moment, "do you want me to have Max send in some muscle men to pull you out of there? He has connections everywhere. Like the mob."

"No!" I exclaimed, then dropped my voice. "We promised each other I would be manager-free this summer." I slid the hot-vampire-meets-socially-awkward-teenager book back into its place on the shelf and glanced down the aisle. "It's not like I'm being assaulted by psychos jumping out of corners, so why cause a scene?"

"I'm your biggest fan, Abigail Kelly," Molly quoted in her best Kathy Bates stalker voice.

"I'll leave soon," I promised, mostly to myself. "I'm just not ready to go back to Lindsey's yet. She'll have questions I don't want to answer."

There was a silent beat before Molly exhaled a noncommittal, "Yeah."

I immediately felt the vibe of our conversation darken. I bit my lip, hating how disconnected and gray my life had become.

After another stretch of silence, Molly said, "So, Abby? I called you for a reason this time, actually ... b-because ..." After some uncharacteristic stammering, her comments changed direction. "Well, anyway." She exhaled. "I have to ask, you still taking your meds?"

My stomach dropped. I knew she was just doing her job, but I hated being treated like a mental patient. "Yes, Molly," I reported, busying myself with the growing stack of books in my bag. "Every morning," I practically cheered. "Every morning for three hundred and sixty-three days —" The last word caught in my throat.

I had no idea why I tried to make a joke out of it. Reciting the exact number of days since Christian died was not totally hilarious. And suddenly, I couldn't breathe. That year-old noose, that long, slippery snake was slithering up my throat, coiling around my insides, choking me until I couldn't —

"Well!" Molly cut in brightly. "You'll be happy to hear that the stalkerazzi are still 'round your house here. And you haven't even been up in Malibu for, like, what? A year?" She scoffed. "So completely stupid."

I caught my breath, listening to her complain unintelligibly for a while, her slurry Eliza Doolittle lost on me again. Since Molly and I were practically joined at the hip, the paparazzi pissed her off as much as me.

"Any guys around?" she asked, veering us toward a more pleasant distraction subject. "Describe them, please. It's high time you got a little action."

I shook my head but played along. "There's a tall gangster wannabe behind the computer games," I reported in a low voice while leaning against the end of the bookshelf. "He's holding his hand over half his face trying to make it look like he's not totally ogling." I whipped off my sunglasses and made a point of holding direct eye contact with the guy. His face went beet red before he backed up and disappeared.

"How ugly is he?" This was always Molly's first question about anybody.

My reply to her was always the same. "Butt," I answered. "Gold chains, wife beater, fedora. He looks like 2003's Justin Timberlake puked on him."


When I moved my phone to the other ear and turned around, I noticed him, standing alone, right across the aisle at the end of Sports & Outdoors. I did a double take, which didn't happen often, because except for the ones with wicked-tall blue hair or an exceptionally nice posterior, I hardly noticed the existence of guys anymore. Occupational hazard of living in L.A., where everyone was perfect, plastic, and beautiful.

But I did notice this guy. He was laughing out loud at whatever he was reading.

That's what hooked my attention, the laugh. I wished it were contagious. Before I fully realized that we were staring at each other and that maybe I should have, I don't know, smiled or something similarly human, he tucked the book into the crook of his arm and walked away.

"Listen." Molly broke into my thoughts. "I'll pay ya ten bucks to walk over and kiss him. Right now. Chop-chop."

"What?" I gasped, feeling a little fluttery. "No way, Molly." As I spoke, I couldn't help standing on my tiptoes to see where Laughing Guy had gone.

"Go on, then," Molly continued. "March up, tear off his stupid fedora and gold chains, close your eyes, and think of England."

That's when I realized who she was talking about. "Oh. Har har. Here I go. Alert the media." It was a joke, but even back in the day when I was milking my celebrity for all it was worth, I never would have sauntered up to a stranger and attacked. After another quick glance around, I realized Laughing Guy had left my section of the store. I sighed, a bit disappointed.

"You've been out of the VIP scene for too long," Molly said.

"He's gone, anyway. So much for all men fainting into a heap at my feet."

When I heard Molly's chuckles turn to snorts, I started laughing, too. I absolutely adored her — she was as close to me as my sister, Lindsey. While running my fingers along the skinny spines of Dr. Seuss, I calculated how long it had been since Molly and I hit those VIP clubs on our rare nights off.

Not long enough.

"The very idea of the club scene is exhausting, it'n it?" Molly said, continuing my thought.

I answered with one confirming chuckle.

"At twenty-four," she went on, "your partying days are over."

I chuckled again, only bleaker. Another confirmation.

"So, what books have you collected so far?" she asked, probably realizing that my thoughts had strayed toward the dark again.

"Well ..." I sat down on the long bench in front of the magazines, pulling from the tote bag my potential purchases one at a time. "A coffee table book about Maui," I reported.

"For Hal?" Molly exhaled one humorless laugh. "At least it will give him something to read besides Rolling Stone or Lead Guitarists' Worst Hair Weekly." I could almost hear the roll of her eyes. Then she beeped her horn at something — probably a mother pushing a baby in a stroller. "He's been tweeting every few minutes," she continued. "The boy needs a hobby. It doesn't sound like the band is up to anything useful this summer."

With one finger, I traced the line of breaking waves on the cover of the Maui book. "The guys are never productive when I'm not around," I mumbled. Then I bit my lip, considering something else. "Molly?" I looked up. "What if fans lose interest because we're taking the summer off? What if we never sell another record? That kind of thing's happened before. I've seen those shows on VH1." I clutched my phone, allowing myself two seconds to imagine the consequences. Then I sprang to my feet. "I need to come home. Today. Right now. Can you get me on the next flight?"

"Abby? Abby!"

In a panic, I swung to grab my purse, nearly knocking over my shopping bag of books.

"Abby? Listen to me. Abby — stop!"

Molly's voice had the stern tone she saved for emergencies. Hearing it grounded me in place, and I didn't dare move.

"We talked about this. You deserve this vacation, okay?" she said, speaking much calmer. "We all do."

I exhaled, but my heart was still pounding in my chest.

"And don't worry about the lads; it's not your fault they bought that gigantic mansion up in the hills. Your fans aren't going anywhere, either. They can't wait to buy the next record, okay?"

I nodded, blinking back sudden tears.

"Are you all right, then?" she asked. "Abby?"

"Can't you hear me nodding?"

Molly laughed approvingly. I wouldn't have survived this without her. She held me together, above and beyond her job description.

"Doctor Robert said this summer needs to be about me," I said in a small voice. "Like a test to see how I survive without a crew of people telling me what to do and where to go and what to wear." When I took in a deep inhale, my lungs shook. "So far ...I'm failing."

"Give it time, sweetie," Molly soothed. "Collect your things, yeah? It's time to leave the store."

I nodded once more and then obeyed her gentle command.

"Leave the magazine area. Do it straightaway, okay?"

"Why?" I asked, knowing Molly was excellent at steering me from tab rags with bad press or pictures that made me look fat. "Is there something new?"

"No," she said immediately. "Well, yes and no. It's not new, per se."

I was already on my feet in front of the rack, scanning the covers for what she was warning me about.

Then I saw it. It wasn't my face on the cover, but it might as well have been.

"Are you talking about Recognise?" I tore the magazine from its stack and then stared at the picture on the cover. "Huh. I haven't seen his face in almost a year."

Molly huffed. "Your ex is a moron," she uttered flatly. "Why is it that the more symmetrical the face and perfect the abs, the more idiotic the personality? Look at the title of the cover story."

I read it aloud: "'Miles Cannon's Tortured Heart.'" Now that was a laugh. "Still tortured after almost a year? Maybe he needs to write a song about cheating on his girlfriend and then swear it isn't autobiographical. That used to make him happy."

"He needs to be castrated," Molly stated. "Don't call him."

"Like I would." I sat down, crossed my legs, and opened the magazine. "I'm on dating ice, anyway. Until I find a combination of Clark Kent and a young Paul McCartney, I'm out of the game."

"You'll be single for a while, chica."

I chuckled, mindlessly flipping through the magazine. That's when I noticed the large, ice-blue eyes of the girl on page five stared back like I was gazing into a mirror. I remembered this photo shoot. It was five years ago, right at the beginning of my new life. Against my better judgment, I flipped to the center.

There she was again.

I leaned forward. "I'm in it, too."

"I know," Molly said. "The article is total crap, though. Taking that idiot Miles's side. Horrid cow of a writer."

I rubbed a fist into my forehead, massaging away a new headache. "Ya know, a year ago, Christian would have bought up every copy in the store and hidden them in the trunk of his car."

"I know." I heard a sad smile in Molly's voice.

I was smiling, too.

"I never knew what he did with all those," she said, "but I'm sure he recycled."


Excerpted from Abby Road by Ophelia London, Stacy Abrams. Copyright © 2015 Mary A. Smith. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she's lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes. Ophelia is the author of PLAYING AT LOVE, SPEAKING OF LOVE... and ABBY ROAD. Visit her at her website. But don't call when The Vampire Diaries is on.

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Abby Road 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Jennifer-K-Jovus More than 1 year ago
What I liked: Abby Road is an exceptionally tender, heart wrenching and unique book. Its endearing story touched me as I am sure it will you. I loved the moments my heart ached, when I laughed out load or when my heart warmed with the growth of the characters. I loved that Abby rescued herself.  I liked that Todd, the heartthrob, is flawed yet willing to work on the relationship and better himself. I like that he isn't threatened by Abby’s success and allows her to be who she is, challenges her to be more, and when needed can step away and allow Abby to figure out what she needs to do to be happy. I loved that he was a gentleman in every way. I liked how Ophelia London cleverly wrote Abby figuring out what kind of heartache she was putting her loved ones through and the realization that she must forgive herself in order to move on. I enjoyed Abby’s friends and immediately felt the comradeship they had with each other. The guys in the band were loyal and fun. What I didn't like: Max, the band manager, but I think that was supposed to happen. Who would I recommend Abby Road to? I recommend Abby Road to adult readers who love romance but shy away from the explicit sex scenes of traditional romance novels. Abby Road is full of kissing, hand holding and talking – all essential romance elements, but it stops there. It is a feel good book that breaks your heart then mends it, breaks it again and then makes it whole by fusing it with the best kind of love there is – loving yourself.   While Abby Road is not a Young Adult novel, I think those adult readers out there who prefer the YA genre will appreciate reading it because it’s like an adult -YA book. (Hope that makes sense!) Rating: I give Abby Road 5 Skulls. It is an emotional ride full of joy, pain, forgiveness, love and happiness. A ride I would gladly go on again, because Ophelia London knows how to write a happily ever after.
amyreads More than 1 year ago
Abby Road is a must read! Abby is a mega rock star who is trying to cope with tragedy and real life while being mobbed by the paparazzi. She takes off to Seaside, Florida for the summer trying to cope and ends up having the summer of her dreams. What will happen when she goes back to LA and her old life? Read it yourself to find out. I loved the characters and perspective of living the "Hollywood Dream" but being human with real problems just like everyone else. Ophelia gave us a real story with real emotions and not just a "happily ever after" story. Cute read that will keep you turning the pages to see where things go and if Abby can come to terms with her past. Read it. You won't be sorry!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Abby Road is a great feel-good read that I thoroughly enjoyed. She is an emotionally broken rock star at the beginning of the story, but then she meets sexy ex-marine, ex-Wall Street tycoon, Todd, who is able to help her smile and have fun again. As Abby’s recording duties call her back to LA, she begins to fall back into her numb, broken self until she realizes that she has to face the demons that haunt her head on in order get completely past them. Once she decides it’s time to regain control of her life and her career, Abby can begin to find peace and happiness in herself and the relationships around her. While the characters experience some heavy emotions, this is still fun loving and refreshing story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Brilliant dialogue. Brilliant characters. Brilliant read. I highly recommend! Great book to take to the beach! When I read, I want to escape and relax. And this is EXACTLY what this book did for me, I was quickly sucked into Abby’s world. What I really enjoyed about the main character, Abby, was that she was flawed. I really dislike reading books when all the characters are too perfect. Abby is real. You identify with her. You feel with her. You root for her. The story was refreshingly honest. As for the love interest, I fell in love with Todd immediately (um, who wouldn’t?!). He’s such a dreamboat…and those abs…hello!!!! And I even enjoyed the supporting characters just as much. I don’t usually care about the supporting cast but for this read I was invested in them…a new thing for me…and they added a lot to the plot. Hal was a personal favorite of mine. I really love the writing style of the author. Abby Road brings the town of Seaside, Florida alive. I’ve never been there or to that part of the country but I feel like I’ve walked the streets, visited the shops, and overlooked the beach from Todd’s house. (Preferably in his arms *swoon*!) The author also managed to capture all the emotions, angst and drama that go into the creation of a romance. We’ve all been in her shoes at one time or another and many of us have had that feeling of getting into a relationship too quickly and for the wrong/right reasons. The middle part of the book flew by and I found a smile on my face many times as I was reading. Also, if you’re a Beatles, Sinatra or just a music fan in general you’ll enjoy the clever song lyrics, references, etc. sparsed throughout the book. They put a little ditty in your head while you’re reading. Fun surprise! In the last couple of pages, I was happy the author shared the “glimpse” Abby had into the future. It left me not wanting and wrapped up nicely. I absolutely adored this novel! Abby Road definitely made my favorite list for chick lit books. Very witty. Very romantic. Great read.
Cinberry More than 1 year ago
For as long as I can remember I've secretly wanted to be a rock star. As a little girl I used hairbrushes as microphones while singing along to my records. Even now, if you're stopped beside me at a stoplight, you can see me singing at the top of my lungs and rocking out to whatever song I'm currently obsessed. Not having a drop of natural singing talent hasn't stopped me from my rock star fantasies or living vicariously through characters like Abigail Kelly. Abby is a major rock star truly caught between life and the horrors of the music biz. We meet her taking the summer off at her sister's place in Florida, badly in need of healing from emotional wounds stemming from their brother's murder the year before. Abby meets Todd Camford, an ex-Marine with a wealthy family, who is understanding and more than capable of protecting her from the local autograph hounds. Despite her manager insisting she return to LA immediately, the two begin a summer relationship that sustains the first 3 months back in LA. Eventually Todd returns to Florida as he doesn't like how Abby's manager treats her, nor how Abby allows it. Abby Road is a very quick read that does not get bogged down in the minutiae of Abby's and Todd's budding relationship. Our hearts are warmed as they fall in love, but I'm more than ready to skip the schmaltzy summer details and move back to life in the recording studio. Certainly Max is more interested in the revenue Abby and bandmates bring in, but he never really rises to the Svengali heights we are lead to believe. Max was not the only participant in the central betrayal, so the book's climax ultimately fell flat. Minor flaws aside, Abby Road is still a very enjoyable and satisfying read. My personal rock star fantasies remain intact. Disclosure: This e-book was provided to me free of charge through NetGalley for the sole purpose of an honest review. All thoughts, comments, and ratings are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic read. I fell in love with Abby and Todd with every turn of the page. Really enjoy reading this author.
LovinLosLibros More than 1 year ago
I have always been fascinated by the lives of celebrities and everything that goes along with their fame. There is obviously so much more than meets the eye and we really get to see that here in this story with Abigail (Abby) Kelly. She is the lead singer for the band Mustang Sally and has absolutely been run ragged. She is coming apart at the seams and my heart really ached for her. She loves singing and loves her band, but she's feeling so overwhelmed with all the pressure that comes with being a well known, popular artist. Finally getting a much needed summer off, Abby flees the glittering, always on demand lifestyle of L.A. and heads for her sister's in Florida. It is here that Abby meets Todd, an ex-Marine, whom she ends up falling for. I liked Abby and Todd together. Abby needs someone to ground her and be normal with. Todd is as normal as they get- having opened his own shop in beachy Florida. He's a good guy and he likes Abby a lot. After spending a day together, it's obvious the two are attracted to one another and want to spend time together. However, Abby's demanding schedule certainly doesn't make that easy. I admit, I thought we would spend more time watching Abby and Todd falling for one another in Florida over the summer. The small beach town is such an ideal, romantic setting, so I was a bit disappointed that we were told rather than saw the effects of the beginning of this relationship. Instead, we fast forward to the end of the summer and Abby returning to her life in Los Angeles. She is not going alone and I felt this was an interesting twist to their relationship. Todd doesn't seem like the kind of guy to just let go of his life in FL to follow a girl across the country to simply be with her. L.A. provides numerous challenges for the couple, as Abby's life is a hectic one- with long, grueling hours and a strenuous schedule. Abby tries her best to integrate Todd into this life, but seeing the way in which he lived his life in Florida, it wouldn't be long before the cracks started to show in their relationship. There are more factors at work here, factors that Todd wanted Abby to realize on her own and that frustrated me a bit. I do understand his wanting her to see the light on her own, but at the same time I would have preferred him to be up front with her about what he noticed as an outsider. While I wished that Todd had taken the more upfront route with Abby, it was important for her to realize on her own that she has to live her life according to HER and no one else. She has so many great ideas and things she'd like to share with the band, but she knows it's futile as their overbearing ass of a manager will never let them do anything that isn't approved by him. Sadly, we've seen this many times in the music industry and it's very disheartening for these musicians, as they just want to play music from the soul. I was a bit thrown in the beginning by the choppy nature of the writing, but it does eventually even out and the transitions felt a bit more natural once Abby and Todd make for L.A. Until then though, I kept getting confused or lost and had to reread to make sure I didn't miss something, as the transition would just jump to the next point. I also felt this book was a bit on the longer side. Still, I overall enjoyed Abby Road. Being a huge Beatles lover, I loved that the chapter titles referenced their songs and the ending Beatles reference was really precious and so fitting. The book isn't overly graphic in sexual nature, but I definitely enjoyed the kissing scenes because London does employ a variety of them ranging from sweet and demure to lust-filled and passionate. While I had a few issues with this one, it was still a cute read and I found myself swooning over Todd and his Italian self!
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Aubrey Book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book I absolutely loved this book from the first page. I fell in love with Abby the tortured and hard on herself lead character. She was a super star singer but was riddled with guilt for past transgressions. She needed to forge her own path in life rather than let her manager Max or her assistant Molly take over her life. On a much needed break from touring and recording she meets the man that can help her live again. However, she needs to work out her issues first. Will she do what it takes to have Todd in her life or will she choose the easy way out? Abby has so many people that love her but she can’t or won’t realize it. Todd is the epitome of the perfect guy. All he wants is for Abby by to be happy and to live a life she can be proud of. He has a good head on his shoulders and wants Abby for her not the pop star. I loved how each chapter played homage to Abby’s obsession with The Beatles. I love when authors give titles to chapters. This book made me laugh, cry and cheer Abby on as she went through a series of changes to become the woman that Todd always knew was there. I would recommend this book to everyone. It was a sweet and refreshingly real look at how hard life can be but also how sweet it is.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! Even though there were some musical references that i didnt know i just totaly loved it. LOVED the characters. Each and every one was well written. There were some major parts of the book that at first i felt like should have had more detail (the rest of their summer together, how they feel about the first time they sleep together) but then she throws in important bits and pieces here and there about those events that give you just enough info that you dont feel lacking.
arlenadean More than 1 year ago
By: Ophelia London Published By: Entangled Published, LLC Age Recommended: Adult Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating: 4 Book Blog For: GMTA Review: "Abby Road" By Ophelia London was a good contemporary romantic read. We find Rock Star, Abby Road 'physically depleted from the rigors of a career in music and emotionally scared by the death of her brother' Abby takes a much needed hiatus at her sister home in Florida. Abby is trying to find the balance in her life and she meet a 'sexy ex-Marine, Todd Camford who puts a smile and adds some balance to her life. Will she be willing to give up her music in order to have something with Todd? What was up with Abby's manager, Max? Can she have both...her music and Todd? From this read we will see how Abby is caught between life and the horrors of the music biz. To find out what all is in store for Abby you must pick up this well written read to see the outcome. This was indeed a beautiful story and I would recommend this one as a good read.
FaeRhiannon More than 1 year ago
If anyone dislikes the Beatles… I’m sorry, but we can never be friends. Ever. I will not understand you. That being said, I want to meet Abigail Kelly. She has made it onto my list of fictional characters that I’d love to meet in real life. Abigail Kelly started college wanting to go into the Fine Arts, maybe being a painter or something of the sort. But by a complete accident, she was working at her summer job at a record studio, and was helping her boss test out some new equipment and BAM! Her voice was discovered. Fast forward a few years and she’s an international superstar — but with major anxiety issues. The paparazzi are after her every move, and she’s lost her brother… after a breakdown, she’s decided to take a full summer off — not something her agent is fully ok with, but he’s a skeeze. Abby finds herself staying with her sister in a small community in Florida, where she finds herself breaking into a store to keep from being recognized by teen girls — and in this store? Todd. Between Abby’s love of Beatles music, Todd’s love of the Rat Pack music, and the majority of other awesome music mentioned in this book, as an audiophile and bibliophile, my mind was fully satisfied. Each chapter is the title of a Beatle’s song. And I repeat, I want to meet Abby in real life — the real Abby, not the fake one that the world sees — and when you read the book, you’ll understand what I mean by that. And you should definitely read the book, especially if you have a love of good music, good writing, and complex characters. You won’t always like the two main characters, but that makes them more human and real. I’ll add that I also want to meet Abby’s personal assistant and best friend, Molly. As a secondary character, Molly is fantastic, British and hysterical. When you find a book that’s relatable, even when the main character is so huge and you’re just an average person… it’s pretty awesome and well worth reading. And I think every woman should wish for a Todd. A guy who won’t settle for less, who will push you to be better — not different, not changing who you are, but simply a better version. And whose name isn’t Jack.
JannaShay More than 1 year ago
Abby Road is an emotion filled, thoroughly enjoyable love story. Ophelia London does a brilliant job of taking the “Hollywood Dream of Fame and Fortune” and giving it a healthy dose of reality. Even though the story line deals with the sensitive subject of loss and the angst of fame, Ophelia is able to craft a sweet romantic tale full of humor, compassion and love, that will warm your heart. Abby, a highly successful rock star, finds her glamorous life is crumbling. Physically depleted from the rigors of a career in music and emotionally scarred by the death of her brother, Abby takes a much needed hiatus at the seaside home of her sister. As she struggles to find some balance in her life, she meets Todd, a very sexy ex-Marine, who helps her smile and enjoy life. But as life is a mixture of the bad and the good, so is the life of a rock star. All too soon Abby finds herself having to return to her busy life in music and deal with the demons she refuses to face. But in order to have both Todd and her career, Abby must dig deep within herself to find the solution. Ophelia’s use of secondary characters brings the story to life and enhances the well-developed depth of the protagonists. You will be totally captivated as you laugh and commiserate with the plight of all the characters. This is a sensitively-wrought romantic tale of new love that will leave you smiling.  Abby Road will hold your attention from beginning to end. It’s a definite must read for anyone who likes sweet romances with depth.  I received a copy of the book from Entangled Publishing in exchange for my honest review. Janna Shay Author of Fair Play
californiaborn More than 1 year ago
I love this book.  Ophelia London has written a book that enpowers women.  I wanted to send Abigail a 'high five for taking her life back.  This was a great read.  I liked the way London took time to lay the ground work for a story that really touched my heart.
lucieparis2011 More than 1 year ago
A great story where the characters are all well pictured and entertaining. Often, in the romantic stories featuring celebrities, all the cards are spread out so that the flakes and sparks make you dream. Also generally, the trend is having a man in the spotlight and a woman who is attracted by the personality behind the mask of the star. A great receipe, of course, because the female reader wants to picture herself with whatever actor she secretly fantasize about.  A very refreshing novel because Ophelia London reverse the trend. Abby has talent. However, by using her voice too much, by spending her time on the road, by smiling at her fans, and by always trying to dodge the paparazzi, she begins to falter. Physically and mentally exhausted, she needs to stop running and recharge. But even two months of vacations seem to be difficult to insert in her super busy schedule. Yet this change of air will give her a new impulsion, a new desire and... will radically change her life. Of course, there is a love story. Of course Todd is the perfect guy for Abby. Of course he tries to fit into her famous world.  Obviously the road to happiness is strewn with pitfalls but this part here, it is up to you to find out about. Don't be a chicken, the story is great and the characters are all well pictured and entertaining. What interested me the most is the backstage development and drama. The backbreaking work required to be famous. The betrayal, the pressure, guilt and the lack of self-confidence of the heroin.  Perfectly described, it is far from the dream life imagined by fans and yet this is what makes the charm of this story. A very nice discovery. Lucie