Goodbye To You
Release Date: 07/01/14
Swoon Romance
New Adult
Summary from Goodreads:
Europe? Nope. Mexico? Nope. Key West?
Not me. This summer, I'm playing nursemaid to my sister. Yeah, I know. Relatively good looking twenty-two-year-olds don't spend the summer bedside in the cancer ward, but that's the plan - until my sister threatens me with bodily harm unless I get on the plane.
That's when I met him. He likes me. Really likes me. But more than that, he loves my boobs -- like can't get enough. I have no idea how to tell him that they'll be gone soon. Courtesy of a preventative double mastectomy. Yep. That's what testing positive for the breast cancer gene mutation will do to a girl.
But don't feel sorry for me. I'm enjoying him, holding on until the last possible minute, while I muster up the strength to tell him, and watch him walk away.
Not me. This summer, I'm playing nursemaid to my sister. Yeah, I know. Relatively good looking twenty-two-year-olds don't spend the summer bedside in the cancer ward, but that's the plan - until my sister threatens me with bodily harm unless I get on the plane.
That's when I met him. He likes me. Really likes me. But more than that, he loves my boobs -- like can't get enough. I have no idea how to tell him that they'll be gone soon. Courtesy of a preventative double mastectomy. Yep. That's what testing positive for the breast cancer gene mutation will do to a girl.
But don't feel sorry for me. I'm enjoying him, holding on until the last possible minute, while I muster up the strength to tell him, and watch him walk away.
Excerpt:
What. The. Fuck. Just happened?
I've spent over a month immersing myself in meaningless television and eschewed happy romance novels, which I love, for the less warm and fuzzy works of grotesque horror and true crime. All in the name of getting over the beautiful boy from the Keys.
Then he up and shows in my neck of the woods. Apparently for the next several years.
YEARS.
I could have said no. I could have lied, like I lied about the job interview earlier via text.
Staring into those honeyed hazel eyes, lying became impossible.
Saying I didn't want to go on a date would have been a whopper.
It's one meal. After tonight, I'll pack up, break my lease, and move home to Daddy's. Change my phone number and cut all ties.
Hmmm. That seems like an awful lot of trouble to avoid the person I want to spend time with the most.
I still can't forget the last things we said to each other in Florida. I know what I was going to say.
I'm positive he was going to tell me he loved me, too.
Stars swirl around my head every time I think of him, and when I turned to find him behind me, I almost passed out.
I think Mama tried to send me a message from heaven when Shay asked me out. A moment after he asked, as I was shaking my head no, the music filtering from the coffee shop faintly answered the question on repeat in my head: should I say yes?
Fleetwood Mac's "Over my Head."
So I agreed.
Seriously though, this is the end.
I've spent over a month immersing myself in meaningless television and eschewed happy romance novels, which I love, for the less warm and fuzzy works of grotesque horror and true crime. All in the name of getting over the beautiful boy from the Keys.
Then he up and shows in my neck of the woods. Apparently for the next several years.
YEARS.
I could have said no. I could have lied, like I lied about the job interview earlier via text.
Staring into those honeyed hazel eyes, lying became impossible.
Saying I didn't want to go on a date would have been a whopper.
It's one meal. After tonight, I'll pack up, break my lease, and move home to Daddy's. Change my phone number and cut all ties.
Hmmm. That seems like an awful lot of trouble to avoid the person I want to spend time with the most.
I still can't forget the last things we said to each other in Florida. I know what I was going to say.
I'm positive he was going to tell me he loved me, too.
Stars swirl around my head every time I think of him, and when I turned to find him behind me, I almost passed out.
I think Mama tried to send me a message from heaven when Shay asked me out. A moment after he asked, as I was shaking my head no, the music filtering from the coffee shop faintly answered the question on repeat in my head: should I say yes?
Fleetwood Mac's "Over my Head."
So I agreed.
Seriously though, this is the end.
About the Author
I wrote my first book at six. A retelling of The Three Little Pigs, illustrated by my grandmother, the book was never picked up and was self-published instead, glued to cardboard with a cover fashioned from wallpaper scraps.
Today, I write stories featuring nice guys (or nice guys in-the-making) in between my other jobs writing research reports for a commercial real estate company, refereeing two young daughters, navigating the teen waters with a too-cute-for-his-own-good son, spoiling a neurotic cat, and making my darling, patient husband shake his head. I'm also an autism mom, chocolate enthusiast, sports-watcher, nacho-eater, and beer-drinker.
A Maryland native, I live in North Carolina now, but dreams of the beach fuel my fantasties, and my characters can often be found strolling in the sand or sailing along a coast.
A Maryland native, I live in North Carolina now, but dreams of the beach fuel my fantasties, and my characters can often be found strolling in the sand or sailing along a coast.
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