Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Perfect Travis & Abby Song




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Everyones around
No words are coming out
And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound?
And none of this is enough
I still don't measure up
And I'm not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it
And now I do, want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do, want you to know I think you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you

(I, would)

I thought I saw a sign'
Somewhere bewteen the lines
Or maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want

And I still have your letter
Just got caught between someone I just invented
Who I really am
And who I've become
And now I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do want you to know I think you'd be good to me, and I'd be so good to you

(Woah oh woah oh oh woah oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh etc.)

And I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do
Want you to know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you

I would

And I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do
Want you to know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you

I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be so good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be so good to you

Monday, September 10, 2012

Travis meets Abby...


“My name’s Travis. Travis Maddox.” 
I rolled my eyes. “I know who you are.”
 “You do, huh?” Travis said, raising his wounded eyebrow. 
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty drunks are chanting your name. “ 
Travis sat up a bit taller. “I get that a lot.” 
I rolled my eyes again, and Travis chuckled. “Do you have a twitch?”
 “A what?” 
“A twitch. Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughed again when I glared at him. “Those are some amazing eyes though,” he said, leaning just inches from my face.”
 -Beautiful Disaster
"He was afraid of nothing. Until he'd met me."





Travis and Abby

"I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine."







Walking Disaster

~ Coming March 2013 ~
Beautiful Disaster told in Travis point of view.
How much is too much to love?
Travis Maddox learned two things from his mother before she died: Love hard. Fight harder.
In Walking Disaster, the life of Travis is full of fast women, underground gambling, and violence. Just when he thought he was invincible, Abby Abernathy brings him to his knees.
Every story has two sides. In Jamie McGuire's New York Times bestseller Beautiful Disaster Abby had her say. Now it's time to see the story through Travis's eyes.


(From Goodreads.com)

"You're my Pigeon."



"You like Pigeon." he said defensively.
"It's a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick...
"You're my Pigeon."

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Snippet of Walking Disaster

Walking Disaster is Beautiful Disaster from Travis' POV.
by Author Jamie McGuire on Facebook on Tuesday, June 19, 2012 at 8:17pm

TEASER: Snippet from Chapter Two: Backfire

“What are you doing?” Shepley said. He stood in the middle of the room, a pair of sneakers in one hand, a dirty pair of underwear in the other.
“Uh, cleaning?” I said, shoving shot glasses into the dishwasher.

“I see that. But...why?”
I smiled, my back turned to Shepley. He was going to kick my ass. “I’m expecting company.”
“So?”
“The pigeon.”
“Huh?”
“Abby, Shep. I invited Abby.”
“Dude, no. No! Don’t fuck this up for me, man. Please don’t.”
I turned, crossing my arms across my chest. “I tried, Shep. I did. But, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “There’s something about her. I couldn’t help myself.”
Shepley’s jaw worked under his skin, and then he stomped into his room, slamming the door behind him.
I finished loading the dishwasher, and then circled the couch to make sure I hadn’t missed any visible empty condom wrappers. That was never fun to explain.
The fact that I had bagged nearly every beautiful co-ed at Eastern was no secret, but I didn’t see a reason to remind them when they came to my apartment. It was all about presentation.
Pigeon, though. It would take far more than a good presentation to bag her on my couch. At this point I was taking it one step at a time. If I focused on the end result, I could easily fuck it up. She noticed things. She was farther from naive than I was; light years away. This operation was nothing less than precarious.
I was in my bedroom sorting dirty laundry when I heard the front door open. Shepley usually listened for America’s car to pull in so he could greet her at the door.
Pussy.
Murmuring, and then the closing of Shepley’s door was my signal. I walked into the front room, and there she sat: Glasses, her hair piled on top of her head, and what might have been pajamas. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d been molding in the bottom of her laundry hamper.
It was so hard not to bust into laughter. Never once had a female come to my apartment dressed like that. My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a  see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.
Her appearance immediately answered why she’d so easily agreed to come over. She was going to try to nauseate me into leaving her alone. If she didn’t look absolutely sexy like that, it might have worked, but her skin was impeccable, and the lack of makeup and the frames of her glasses just made her eye color stand out even more.
“It’s about time you showed up,” I said, falling onto my couch.
At first she seemed proud of her idea, but as we talked and I remained impervious, it was clear that she knew her plan had failed. The less she smiled, the more I had to stop myself from grinning ear to ear. She was so much fun. I just couldn’t get over it.
Shepley and America joined us again. Abby was flustered, and I was damn near lightheaded. She went from doubting the fact that I could write a simple paper to questioning my penchant for fighting. I kind of liked talking to her about normal stuff, preferable to the awkward task of asking her to leave once I bagged her. She didn’t understand me, and kind of wanted to, even though I seemed to piss her off.
“What are you...the Karate Kid? Where did you learn to fight?”
Shepley and America seemed to be embarrassed for Abby. I don’t know why; I sure as hell didn’t mind. Just because I didn’t talk about my childhood much didn’t mean I was ashamed.
“I had a dad with a drinking problem and a bad temper, and four older brothers that carried the asshole gene.”
“Oh,” she said simply. Her cheeks turned red, and at that moment, I felt a twinge in my chest. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it bugged me. I immediately tried to make her feel better. “Don’t be embarrassed, Pidge. Dad quit drinking. The brothers grew up.”
“I’m not embarrassed.” Her body language was opposite her words. I struggled to think of something to change the subject, and then mentioning her sexy, frumpy look came to mind. Her embarrassment was immediately replaced by irritation, something I was far more comfortable with.
America suggested watching TV, but the last thing I wanted to do was to be in a room with Abby, unable to talk to her. I stood. “You hungry, Pidge?”
“I already ate.”
America’s eyebrows pulled in. “No, you haven’t. Oh...er...that’s right. I forgot. You grabbed a...pizza? Before we left.”
Abby was embarrassed again, but anger quickly covered it.
I opened the door, trying to keep my voice casual. I’d never been so eager to get a girl alone—especially to not have sex with her. “C’mon. You’ve gotta be hungry.”
Her shoulders relaxed a bit. “Where are you going?”
“Wherever you want. We can hit a pizza place.” I inwardly cringed. That might have been too eager.
She looked down at her sweat pants. “I’m not really dressed.”
I grinned. She had no idea how beautiful she was. That made her even more appealing. “You look fine. Let’s go, I’m starvin’.”
Once she was on the back of my Harley, I could finally think straight again. My thoughts were usually more relaxed on the bike. Abby’s legs had my hips in a vice grip, but that was oddly relaxing, too. Almost a relief.
The weird urge I felt around her was disorienting. I didn’t like it, but then again, it reminded me that she was around, so it was as comforting as it was unsettling. I decided to get my shit together. Abby might be a pigeon, but she was just a fucking girl. No need to get my boxer briefs in a bunch.
Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. She hated me on sight because she’d been burned by someone like me before. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I’d finally found a girl that was interesting enough to get to know, and a version of me had already hurt her.
I barely knew the girl, and the thought of some jackhole hurting Pidge infuriated me. Abby associating me with someone that would hurt her was even worse. I gunned the throttle as I pulled into the Pizza Shack. That ride wasn’t long enough to sort out the clusterfuck in my head.
I wasn’t even thinking about my speed, so when Abby jumped off my bike and started to yell, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I went the speed limit.”
“Yeah, if we were on the Autobahn!” She ripped the wild bun down and then brushed her long hair with her fingers.
I couldn’t stop staring while she re-wrapped the long, caramel strands, and then tied them back again. I imagined that was how she looked first thing in the morning, and then had to refer to the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan to keep my dick from getting hard. Blood. Screaming. Visible intestines. Grenades. Gunfire. More blood.
I held the door open. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, Pigeon.”
She angrily stomped past me and into the restaurant, ignoring my gesture. It was a damn shame; she was the first girl that I had ever wanted to open the door for. I’d been looking forward to that moment, and she didn’t even notice.


Abbys Phone...

Abbys Phone. :)

Beautiful Disaster Montage...

<3

Will the real Travis Maddox please stand up...


The Original Bad Boy: The Real Travis Maddox

Jamie McGuire
So many of my readers have asked if Travis Maddox is based on a real person. Could a womanizing, foul-mouthed charmer that you can’t help but love be out there somewhere? The short answer: Yes, yes he is. 

My senior year of high school, I was thrilled to learn I had been accepted to an Oklahoma university far enough away not to feel like high school again, and close enough that I could take my laundry home to Mom when playing grown up got old.

I made friends right away, but one day, as I did sometimes, I felt like sitting at the lunch table alone. Wait. So your university really did have a dinky cafeteria where most of you had the same lunch time? Yes, really. On this particular day, sitting alone would garner the attention of our university’s version of the Walking One Night Stand. My very own Travis Maddox. That wasn’t his name, of course, but the cafeteria introduction of Travis and Abby compared to my experience was nearly verbatim.

“Travis” and I became fast friends, and although an obvious attraction existed, for whatever reason I was the one girl he didn’t immediately try to sleep with. We studied together. We made plans for the weekends. No one could figure us out, and just like Abby, I found myself fielding questions about our relationship daily.

On my 19thbirthday, my friends on the football team—including a Shepley and Brazeal—gathered to celebrate at Brazeal’s apartment. Although much fictional flair was added to that scene in the book, there were several parallels.

“Travis” was more a lover than a fighter, but he was just as devastatingly handsome, and charismatic. My best friend on campus, Robin, swore that the snag in my quest to rise above the friend zone was that “Travis” respected me, and truly cared about me, but just wasn’t ready at that stage in his life to find The One. I transferred schools before I had a chance to find out, and we lost touch.

Ironically, 12 years later, in my second year of Radiography school, I was waiting for a patient to dress after an exam in the hospital hallway. A man turned the corner, down the very hallway where I stood, and the second our eyes made contact, I knew. “Travis” stared back at me. His eyes lit up with recognition. “We know each other, don’t we. Yeah, we used to be buddies.”

I smiled as I was apprised of the highlights of his life since the time when we were important to each other. He was married, and his wife was four months pregnant. We congratulated each other on the paths our lives had taken, and he made a reference to what a great time in his life it was, those months we spent together. My heart ached when he walked away. Beautiful Disaster had been finished almost a year to the day.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Abbys song...

This is the song Travis sang to Abby when he danced with her at her Birthday Party.

"Thing for you" by Hinder

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Personally I think this is another great choice for Travis and Abbys song:

"Invincible" by Crossfade
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I dont belong to you....

"You cant tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don't belong to you!!"
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his expression had contoured into anger. He stomped toward me, planted his hands on the bed and leaned into my face.
"WELL I BELONG TO YOU!!"
The veins in his neck bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. 
He looked at my lips, panting.... "I belong to you."

-Beautiful Disaster



Until he met Abby......

Fan Made Beautiful Disaster Movie Trailer



*smirk* Hey Pigeon....



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 Fan made Beautiful Disaster Trailer

Travis & Pidge



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Beautiful Disaster Trailer for Travis and Abby

I f*#king love you....




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Beautiful Disaster Trailer



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Its Official...



It’s official. Bimbos, fights, leaving, Parker, Vegas … even fires … our relationship can withstand anything.
- Travis Maddox 


I know we're f*C%ed up, alright?


I know we’re fucked up, alright? I’m impulsive, and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don’t deserve you…but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever. When you’re around, I don’t need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands… all I need is you. You’re all I think about. You’re all I dream about. You’re all I want.

I knew the second I met you.....

   


Abby Abernathy and Travis Maddox.

"I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed.
Turns out it wasn't something about you at all. It was just you."
-Travis

Since when is sex so life or death.....


Abby: "You didn't do anything to me. Since when is sex so life or death to you?"
Travis: "Since it was with you!!"


Abby & Travis



Abby and Travis
   “To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. 
"And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus.
 "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend 
because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.” 

- Travis Maddox