What were we talking about?” I asked, warding off the heat rising under my cheeks. “You. What’s your major?” he asked. Abby is just too smart for him 😂 she can read him so easily, he didn’t even know she knew all about his little secret, we get to see and learn a little bit more about the other Maddox brothers and their wives, plus more of America and Shep because without them nothing would be possible

His short answers were beginning to bug me. “That’s it? You’re not going to tell me anything about yourself?” Adam threw a scarlet square of fabric on Marek’s limp body, and the mob detonated. Cash changed hands once again, and the expressions divided into the smug and the frustrated. FOUR. Jamie’s writing was WAY more aggressive in this book. TRAVIS WOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED LEAVING ABBY. Why oh why did I read this? I’ve read every book in this series. And I’ve enjoyed them! Beautiful Disaster and Walking Disaster were my very first introductions into the new adult genre. I loved those books and they will always hold a special place. But this book…. What did I even read?

The Beautiful Disaster Series in Order (4 Books)

He walked across the room and opened the door. “C’mon. You’ve gotta be hungry.” “Where are you going?” Travis turned his attention to his plate, ignoring her. She looked at her sister and huffed, and then they left hand in hand. Who can tell me which President had a cross-­‐eyed wife with a bad case of the uglies?” Chaney asked. FIVE. The whole subplot with her mother. WAS IT NECESSARY? Did her mom NEED to randomly show up? Did Abby really need to find out through Jesse that she died? AND identify the body? All for Abby just to come to the conclusion of feeling indifferent about her death? WHICH WE ALREADY KNEW FROM BD AND WD! Like there could’ve been a less traumatic way to do this IMO. I watched Travis with a dubious expression and his eyebrows shot up. “What? You don’t think a guy covered in tats and that trades punches for a living can get the grades? I’m not in school because I have nothing better to do.”

America pointed the remote at the television and switched it on. “There’s a good movie on tonight. Anyone want to find out where Baby Jane is?” A few more girls followed behind him, giggling and running their fingers through their hair to get his attention. He opened the door for them, and they nearly squealed in delight. I shook my head, dumbfounded at the thought of five Travises running around in one household. “Do they all have tattoos?” In case you didn’t know this is the 3rd book of the beautiful disaster series, yes I am obsessed and I’m not ashamed at all! The next day, Shepley and America joined me for lunch. I had intended to sit alone, but as students filtered into the cafeteria, the chairs around me were filled by either Shepley’s frat brothers or members of the football team. Some of them were at the fight, but no one mentioned my ring-­‐side experience.Since junior year,” she answered, pressing her lips together as she smiled in my direction. “Don’t you remember, Travis? You ruined her sweater.” Travis Maddox? Jesus, Abby, since when did you start fishing in the deep end?” Finch said with disapproving eyes.

Travis spun the empty chair beside me and sat, resting his arms in front of him. “So you’re the Pigeon, huh?” I’m not embarrassed.” I fidgeted with the falling strands of my hair and then decided to pull it down and smooth it into another bun, trying to ignore the awkward silence. I hurried out the door and down the hall. Just when I felt sure I was a safe distance, Travis Maddox was at my side. Shepley shook his head. “Jesus, Adam!” he yelled to the emcee over the noise, clearly disapproving of his friend’s choice of words. I paused, recoiling from her sugary tone, and then walked around her. I’d seen her before, talking normally in the commons area of the girls’ dorm, Morgan Hall. Her tone sounded much more mature, then, and I wondered what it was about a toddler’s voice she thought Travis would find appealing. She babbled in a higher octave for a bit longer until he was next to me once again.

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I don’t mind being friends, but that doesn’t mean you have to try to get in my panties every five seconds.” Travis winked at America, and as if nothing had happened, shoveled another bite into his mouth. It was then that I noticed a small cut on his eyebrow. He traded glances with Shepley, and then began a conversation with one of the football guys across from him.

I scanned the tattoos covering his arm. “I’ll just say that you seem more criminal and less justice.” The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. He held the plastic to his lips. I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch outside our dormitory. The three of us ended up at the same table at freshman orientation, and I knew he would be the welcome third wheel to our well-­‐oiled machine. He wasn’t excessively tall, but still he towered over my five feet, four inches. His round eyes offset his long, lean features, and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at the front.Good. You can take notes for me,” he said. He chewed on a pen and smiled, undoubtedly his most charming. Sprouse’s feature credits in addition to After We Collidedinclude the Chinese fantasy romance Turandot, and the romantic comedy Banana Split. He created and wrote Suneater which recently released in comic book format.