From the #1 New York Times- and USA Today-bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach and The Vincent Boys series, Abbi Glines delivers another smoldering, compulsively readable YA romance with As She Fades.
On the night of her high school graduation, Vale McKinley and her boyfriend Crawford are in a terrible car accident that leaves Crawford in a coma. They were supposed to spend the summer planning for college, for a bright future full of possibility. Together. Instead, Vale spends long days in the hospital, hoping Crawford will awaken.
Slate Allen, a college friend of Vale’s brother, has been visiting his dying uncle at the same hospital. When he and Vale meet, she can’t deny the flutter of an illicit attraction. She tries to ignore her feelings, but she's not immune to Slate's charm. Slowly, they form a cautious friendship.
Then, Crawford wakes up . . . with no memory of Vale or their relationship. Heartbroken, Vale opts to leave for college and move on with her life. Except now, she’s in Slate’s territory, and their story is about to take a very strange turn.
Glines’ millions of fans will adore As She Fades, a novel as romantic as it is full of twists and unexpected turns.
|Publisher:||Feiwel & Friends|
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|Age Range:||13 - 18 Years|
About the Author
Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Field Party, and Existence series. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers' lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later.
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THE SMELL OFsummer evenings always made me feel happy. Since I was a girl, it was the reminder that school was over and adventure awaited. Swimming in the lake, playing basketball with my older brothers, and of course our annual family vacation. However, this year it meant freedom. A new life, a new beginning. For me and Crawford.
I glanced over at him driving and the warmth in my chest grew at the sight of him. We had been together since we were kids. First as friends, and then it grew into more as we got older. Today we had walked across the large stage set in the center of our high school football field and received our diplomas. We were graduates. Finally.
"Still seems hard to believe it's over. High school," I added for clarification. Although I was sure he would understand what I meant.
He cut his eyes toward me and the corner of his lips curved up just enough for his eyes to sparkle the way they did when he was amused or pleased. "It's not over. It's just beginning, V. Our life will be exactly like we planned it."
I wanted to believe that. We were going to the same college. Crawford had a scholarship for football. A full ride. It wasn't my firstchoice for school but I wanted to be where he was. We had never been apart.
"Everyone seemed almost scared tonight. Like they were drinking and partying to forget the fact we're adults now. This is it."
Crawford shrugged. "I bet most of them are terrified. They don't all have plans like we do. They have to decide what's next."
He was right, of course. He always was. One of the things I loved about Crawford was his confidence. He didn't worry and back away from a problem. He faced it head-on and took control. I felt safe with him, like he would always have the answer I needed.
His hand reached over and covered mine. "Our life is going to be amazing. College is going to be just what we need. To get out of this town but not too far away. We can spread our wings and still come home to visit easily enough. You're going to love it."
And I believed him. My mind was playing through all the fun things we would see and do. Excitement for what was to come bubbled up in me and I was so ready for August to arrive.
Our favorite song came on the radio and Crawford turned it up and began to sing along with his off-key voice. He was a terrible singer, but he knew it made me laugh so he did it often. Joy swelled up in me for the life I had, so strong it was hard to contain it. I began to laugh as he hit another bad note. This was my life and I loved it.
It was then that Crawford slammed on the brakes and the world began spinning. The smell of burning rubber and the violent screeching of wheels took away all my other thoughts. Dreams vanished in that instant. Completely.
* * *
ONE MONTH. TODAY was the one-month anniversary of the car accident that turned our graduation night into a nightmare. I sat in the waiting room — now more familiar to me than my own bedroom — and stared at the white walls. The smell of stale coffee didn't overpower the sterile surroundings. Those things didn't matter, though. Nothing other than Crawford opening his eyes mattered.
It would be my turn to read to Crawford soon. I lived for this time of day. To see him and pray he would hear my voice and open his eyes. That we would be together again. That all our dreams were still there, waiting just outside the door of this lonely, cold place.
The doctor had told his parents the morning after the accident that he believed comatose patients can hear. If he heard us talking to him, he'd fight to come back. To wake up.
I shivered remembering those words. Comatose. I hated that. Crawford was so full of life and energy. Seeing him like this was so hard.
The doctor believed he needed to hear several voices he knew and loved. So Crawford's mother put us on a schedule in the beginning, but then let me come in as early as I wanted to read. But as the days progressed, her schedule had started to change as her health went downhill. Seeing her only child like this day in and day out was weighing on her.
"Still here?" a masculine voice asked. I didn't recognize the speaker. Normally it was one of my older brothers coming to check on me. Knox, my youngest older brother, was closest in age to Crawford and me, and he came to read, too. Not every day like me, but when he could. I was hoping he would come today. He hadn't been in a couple of days and I knew Crawford would like to hear him.
I lifted my head to meet a pair of dark green eyes outlined by thick black lashes — pretty eyes for a guy. I'd seen those eyes before. Just as I'd seen the guy they belonged to. But we had never spoken.
"You're always here," he said. "There hasn't been a day in the past two weeks that I've not seen you."
His voice was smooth, but there was a thicker drawl to his accent than most of the guys had in Franklin. He almost sounded Alabama-ish. Was he studying me or was he waiting on me to speak? Probably the latter. I was being rude not responding.
"Nowhere else to be," I said honestly. Because without Crawford I was lost.
He lifted the corner of his full lips and it looked a lot like a smirk. Why would he be smirking at something like this?
"I can think of a lot of places I'd rather be. But Uncle D is where my loyalty lies. So here I am."
I wasn't sure if he meant to be deep and heartfelt, but it didn't sound that way. I wondered if he was even upset about his uncle being here. Not that it was my business. The guy had an air about him that rubbed me the wrong way. He liked himself. A lot. He knew he was beautiful and he liked the attention it got him. I'd seen his kind plenty. I wasn't a fan.
"Your selflessness humbles me," I replied with a heavy dash of sarcasm. The way his eyes sparked with amusement made me dislike him more than I'd already decided I did.
As he crossed his arms over his wide chest, I couldn't help but notice the way his biceps flexed and the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. His long dark hair was a little messy and tucked behind his ears. I imagined it would complete his pirate look if he had it pulled back in a ponytail.
"Don't mistake me for pretending to be selfless. That was never my intention at all. I'm here to see my uncle. Nothing deeper than that. But then, I don't sit like a martyr in this waiting room day after day and stare at that wall. Selflessness is your thing. Not mine."
Why was he still talking to me? Where was Knox? He should have showed up with a late lunch from my mom by now. And it was his turn to go sit with Crawford before my scheduled time in three hours. Knox needed to get here and this guy needed to move on along.
"Jesus, you're high-strung," he muttered, and I jerked my gaze back to his. Again with that amused smile.
"Aren't you here to see your uncle?" I asked, hoping to get rid of him.
He laughed this time. The real kind. It was pleasant. Maybe more than pleasant. Until I remembered he was laughing in that attractive way because of me. Then it annoyed me.
"I am. Just thought I'd try and give you something to do other than stare at the wall. It makes me sad when I see you here all alone. My mistake. You're obviously alone because you like it that way."
I would not rise to the bait. He wanted me to bite back, but I wasn't going to do it. He wasn't worth my anger or the energy it would take to get angry.
"Slate, what are you doing out here? Your uncle was just asking about you." The young female nurse was seriously batting her eyelashes and sticking out her chest as she spoke to ... Slate — apparently that was his name.
He turned his gaze to meet hers and I was almost positive he winked. Her cheeks began to glow and her eyes went all sultry. Jesus. I had seen enough of this. If I wanted to watch a soap opera, I'd turn on the television in the corner.
"Tell the old man I'm coming," he said.
She giggled like that was hilarious and gave me a brief glance before turning to walk away. The swing in her hips was exaggerated — any girl who actually walked like that would need to get her hips adjusted at the chiropractor weekly.
"You enjoy yourself, Miss ..." He trailed off, as if waiting on me to give him my name. He would be waiting forever.
"Your fan club needs you," I replied with a disgusted tone, and went back to staring at the wall. Just like I did every day. Thinking. About life and my future, our future. Mine and Crawford's.
"Yeah, it does." He chuckled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head before turning and walking away. It wasn't a walk, really. More of a saunter. If guys actually sauntered. Maybe a swagger?
Oh, who cared? He was gone.
I reached into my canvas tote bag and pulled out my phone. There were five texts and two calls from my mother, a text from each of my four brothers, two from my oldest brother's wife, and the last three from my dad. They did this every day. Checking on me, asking me to come to dinner, a movie, shopping, to play basketball ... anything to try to get me out of this hospital.
None of them understood. Crawford was in a coma.
That was all that mattered. I couldn't just continue to live as if he weren't lying in that bed, unmoving. I had to be here when he woke up. Because he would. He had to. We had a future we'd been planning since childhood.
I opened my text messages and did what any good girl would do: I began replying to them. My mother's offer to take me shopping for a new bathing suit — as if I were going to the beach anytime soon. Then her attempt to guilt me into a family dinner. My nieces missed me. I did feel slightly guilty about Maddy and Malyn, my oldest brother's twin girls. They were only two, and Aunt Vale not being around probably confused them.
Before the accident, I babysat them every Tuesday and Thursday night while Catherine, my sister-in-law, worked late shifts at the nursing home. My mom kept them now. I wouldn't leave the hospital each day until I had to. When Crawford's mother came back at seven every evening, I told him good night, kissed his cheek, then cried the whole way home. When I woke up at seven every morning, I got dressed, packed my bag with books and snacks, and headed to the hospital. It was my routine. It was all I had left.
My brothers were getting together tonight after family dinner to play basketball at the house. Jonah was in the military and currently on assignment. So I was the even number four. They didn't really need me. My dad would be there to fill in. But each of them acted like they couldn't play without me.
I was the baby of the five and the only girl. That being said, I was also overprotected and worried about too much. They all thought it was their job to make sure I was okay. Because I loved them each for it, and because Jonah texted me even while he was off serving our country, I replied to all of them that I'd be at the basketball game if they'd wait until seven thirty. It wasn't what I wanted to do when I got home. But it was what they needed me to do.
So I'd do it.
KNOX ARRIVED, FINALLY. He held a blue polka-dot lunchbox that I knew would be filled with a hot meal. This was how my mother kept her sanity with my staying up here all day — she kept me fed.
"Here you go, Princess." Knox handed over the lunchbox and sank down into the chair next to me. "How's it going?"
He usually stayed and talked to me while I ate. It was something I looked forward to. Knox was only two years older than me and we were the closest out of the five of us.
He had my dark hair and blue eyes. Everyone said we could have been twins.
"Same. Just waiting," I replied. "How's the home front?"
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dad's fighting with the plumber over the price of the new tub Momma wants, Momma is making your favorite cake in hopes she can lure you home for dinner, and Maddy refuses to use the big-girl potty because Aunt Vale isn't there to sing the potty song to her."
He wasn't trying to make me feel guilty. That wasn't Knox's style. He was just being honest.
"Can't Mom sing the song to her? She's the one who taught it to me." I pulled out a container of broccoli casserole. It was still nice and warm.
He shrugged. "She tried. Maddy said it wasn't like yours."
I had to find time to see my nieces. "I wish Mom would bring them here to see me."
Knox turned his head to look at me. "Why? You're not in a hospital bed. You can walk out anytime you want and do other things. Crawford would want you to."
Again, he wasn't being cruel. But Knox's honesty was sometimes brutal.
"When he opens his eyes I want to be here," I said for the hundredth time. It was something they all knew, but I kept having to repeat it.
"He could wake up in the middle of the night. You're not here then."
I knew that. I hated it. But I wasn't allowed to sleep in the waiting room. When visiting hours were over I had to leave. Hospital rules. I'd tried it already. They'd kicked me out.
"Just let me do this my way," I said, then took a bite of my lunch. I was hungry. My breakfast of dry cereal and goldfish crackers was long gone and I needed something other than stale coffee.
"Knox McKinley," a now-familiar male voice said, and I almost choked on my casserole, which made me want to cuss. Did that asshole have to know my brother?
"Slate," Knox replied with a smile in his voice that was real. He liked this guy. Go figure. "What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same. I see you made more headway with that one than I did. She would rather stare at the wall than speak to me."
I felt Knox turn to look at me, but I ignored them both and took a bite of my food. This was not how I'd hoped to enjoy my meal.
"Yeah, well, I bring her food and share the same parents, so she has to speak to me," Knox replied.
"She's your sister. That helps my ego somewhat."
I pulled out the yeast roll I knew my momma had made fresh and took a large bite. One too big to be expected to speak. I heard Knox muffle a laugh. Maybe he'd get the hint and send Mr. Annoying on his way.
"I thought you lived in Huntsville with your uncle? What brings you this far out?" Knox was changing the subject. I owed him one for that.
"Uncle D has stage four cancer. It's in his liver. This is the closest hospital equipped to handle that."
Oh. The uncle he lived with was dying. Now I felt a little bad. Okay, maybe a lot bad.
"I'm sorry — I hadn't heard anything about it before summer break." Knox was sincere. He had a big heart.
"He didn't tell me about it until I got home. Then he had his first surgery two weeks ago. Once he's recovered he'll start chemo. All they're promising is that it'll prolong his life. Not save it."
"Damn," Knox whispered, and shook his head. "Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know. I bring my sister lunch daily. I can do the same for you if you need it." Knox again meant every word. He'd have our momma making this guy meals starting tomorrow.
"Nah, I don't camp out up here. Uncle D would be pissed if I tried. I stop by once or twice a day. I've got a friend in town and I'm crashing at her place."
That was more like it. Crashing at a girl's place. No wonder he didn't stay with his uncle. He had a female to get to.
"Okay, well, if you need something you got my number."
"Brothers," Knox said, then did that hand thing I recognized as Kappa Sigma. They were fraternity brothers.
"See you around. Keep that friendly sister of yours under control." Slate's voice was teasing, and I swallowed my roll before glancing up at him. He winked and I turned my attention back to my food.
"I'll do my best."
Once he was gone Knox looked at me. "Smart girl."
I frowned and turned my gaze to his. I was expecting to get scolded for dissing his frat brother. "What?"
Knox nodded at Slate's retreating form. "Blowing him off. He's my brother and he's a great guy, but he's a slut. I'd wager he's slept with every hot nurse on this floor already. The guy gets around. He's a legend in Kappa Sigma."
That, I did not have to be told. "I already had him figured out."
Knox patted my knee. "I should have known."
Yeah, he should've.
CRAWFORD'S MOTHER, JULIET, had been like a second mother to me most of my life. She was younger than my mom and Crawford was her only child. She had married his father right out of high school and completely believed in young love being strong enough to last the test of time.
However, over the past month she had changed. The vibrant, smiling woman was no more. She had wrinkles now I hadn't noticed before. Her once-gorgeous blond hair was thin and brittle. Her shoulders slumped forward all the time where once she had stood tall with excellent posture and poise.
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I have read many books by Abbi Glines and I have liked some better than others. This book had been appealing to me. As I started reading it it became repetitious. The story was a bit slow moving. I did like the characters. And the premise of the story,and it being told in alternate character chapters. I just felt there was such a big build up to a lack luster ending. If you like Abbi Glines give it a read.
Haven't had a book draw me in like this in ages
Abbi as usual another winner looooooved it norma one of your best keep them coming
I loved the book. But the one thing I didn’t like was the Part 2 thing. It was kind of confusing. I liked its story but I wish Abbi Glines would have finished Part 1 before she stopped it in the middle and started a whole different side.
What happened...i love abbi buf that one got me a little mixed up. Still loved it tho
Exciting, descriptive, romantic with a plot twist. I’d recommend and re read !
I wasn’t expecting to be so mad bed by a book I started because it sounded like a simple romance novel...very shocking. Extremely glad I got to read this.
Loved the book very intriguing in the beginning and then something happened in part 2 that I was very intrigued by. I recommend.
I really enjoyed this novel!! I love all of Abbi’s novels and this one was added onto the list! I highly recommend!!
I loved Part One of this book... and then you come to Part Two and you’re completely thrown off and it’s like you’re starting all over again but with a completely different story line. It makes absolutely no sense why Part One was even written. I had to stop reading a few times to google the book and it’s plot because Part Two completely throws you off and leaves you thoroughly confused and a huge portion of the book’s plot, doesn’t even happen. This was poorly written. I’ve read a ton of Abbi Glines books and liked them all for the most part. I was really excited about this book and it’s plot. But I’m severely disappointed in this book. Honestly, I wouldn’t waste your money.
Love this book! Cant get enough of slate and vale. Crawford needs to get shut down by the brothers...i hate a cheater!!! More please abbi!
Awesome book! Loved the twist!
ABBI GLINES DID IT AGAIN!! I always get wrapped up in her books and this book did the same. The twist in this book gets you sucked in I never can put an Abbi book down the first time I read it! And I love rereading her books great job!
Loved it! One of the best I’ve read in awhile!!
** spoiler alert ** Holy wow double rainbows unicorns in the ☁️ sky! This booook I was so intensely caught up in the story I didn’t realize it was the end! Y’all! That is when you know the book is amaze balls!!!!! Swooooon I am still reeling! It was perfect, pure and heart wrenching! I love how developed and mature the characters were! I love that they don’t play games. They are honest and it is soooo refreshing! I did not see that twist coming and I am glad she saw Crawford's true colors. ONE DAY IS BAD ENOUGH but he waited a whole 3 days to see her. That is why I like when a person is comfortable in their own skin and loves themselves and thennnnn they find a person who compliments them. I wouldn't say complete because that doesn't do it justice either. Someone who pushes you and brings out the best. That is who she found in Slate. some of my FAV quotes “Life tosses you things you’re not expecting. This won’t be the first big hurdle in your life. What you have to learn is that you’re strong enough to live anyway. “If I ever let a woman buy my coffee, my mother would fly here on her broom and beat me over the head with it.” The image made me laugh. “We won’t tell her.” Seriously made me LOL What if he was that guy and didn’t know it? What if we had both been lost until now? The first guy other than Crawford who I’d developed feelings for saw me as a sister. Until tonight and this moment, I hadn’t been able to admit I had feelings for Slate. I hadn’t been ready for all this to hit me at once. Life had dealt me some difficult cards, but I was going to find my own path now. I didn’t need a guy to complete me. I never did. I just never had the opportunity to find that out. Until now. That boy’s got the biggest one I’ve ever seen. When he loves, he loves big. He doesn’t let you down and he stands by you no matter what. I know it because he loves me. Don’t let his past mistakes and possibly his future mistakes let you miss out on being loved by a heart that damn big.” Sometimes life throws changes our way that make us stronger and show us we don’t always know what is best. I knew just listening to him that Vale McKinley was special. The kind of special that changed a person. That made a mark in life. I knew he had a reputation, but he was also a human. Someone’s nephew. He had a soul. “I will leave that Jeep right there and walk the entire way back with you if you don’t. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” “Actually, there’s a side of Slate no one sees because he doesn’t show them. Or they don’t look closely. You went out with him because of his reputation. Maybe you should have tried to see beyond what you thought you knew about him.” “Crawford will regret this one day,” Slate said as he turned his body toward me. “He had you. He’d lived a perfect life with you and he didn’t even know what he had because he hadn’t tried anything else. Me . . . well, I’ve tried it all. I’m not wondering what’s on the other side. I’ve been there, and it is lonely. He’ll realize it one day, and it’ll be too late.” my pulse raced with Slate. He made the world brighter and full of the unknown
“Life tosses you things you’re not expecting. This won’t be the first big hurdle in your life. What you have to learn is that you’re strong enough to live anyway.” “Life had dealt me some difficult cards, but I was going to find my own path now.” As She Fades is a consuming and completely unexpected love story. Imagine having everything you want at your fingertips. All your hopes and dreams are about to come true, until one fateful moment. One moment that will forever change your life as you know it. What you know and what you think you wanted are suddenly different. How do you accept this new truth? How can you move on??? As She Fades sucked me in from the very first page. I was intrigued by Vale’s story and was in awe of her devotion to Crawford. She was selfless and stood by his side waiting for him to wake up despite how dire things were looking. However, this devotion came at a cost. Vale forgot how to live and was stuck. The last thing she ever planned on was meeting Slate. Slate is her total opposite in every way. And as much as she should stay away, she can’t help but feel the pull towards him. As their friendship progresses, Vale starts to see the things that she is missing out on and remembers what it’s like to live. And just when you have an idea of where things will go for Vale and Slate, the rug will be pulled out from them, giving way to one of the craziest twists I have ever read… As She Fades is fresh and has a very unique story-line with a Wizard of Oz quality to it. Vale’s story is consuming and will pull at your heart. It will have you wondering what is right and what is wrong? What is real? What you would do if you were in her place? Her story is one of moving on and self discovery. It is a story of finding love in a most unexpected place. I couldn’t get enough of Vale and Slate together. Their friendship was so real and honest. They knew the score from the very beginning and seeing them both change was pretty special. Their pull to each other was undeniable and had me aching for more. My only complaint was the ending. I was left wanting more. I was longing for an epilogue or maybe just one more chapter to Slate and Vale’s story. I mean, after all the ups and downs, after all they went through…I just feel like there needed to be more. Overall, I thought As She Fades is a very good story. I fell in love at page one. I loved the characters and the story. I was utterly consumed and could not put this book down. It was a great read to spend the day getting lost in.
Another great book love her