Love me Goodbye by Meg Buchanan
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Adam Turner is having a really bad night.
The girl he loves has gone back to her cheating fiancé.
So Adam is in a bar, aiming for oblivion
Then the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen walks in.
But Genevieve has problems.
She needs somewhere to spend the night until she can work out a way to disappear.
Then she sees Adam watching her.
He’s answer to those problems in the short- term,
From the moment they meet they both sense something special happening.
It could be amazing.
But Adam is leaving in four days.
And Geneviève has a husband.
Can they overcome the bad timing?
Will they find a way to be together?
#GUESTPOST – extract from Chapter One
ADAM LEANED on the bar and raised two fingers like a peace sign. He got a nod. The bartender took the whiskey glass, poured the double whiskey, then carefully placed it in front of him. From the look on his face he wouldn’t serve him again. Adam pulled the glass closer. “Thanks.” He didn’t feel drunk. Well not drunk enough. He still remembered what made him leave the pub before everyone else. He still knew why he ended up here instead of at the flat where the usual Saturday night party would be pumping. In the hour or so he’d been here the bar had gone from packed to almost empty. His phone rang. He swivelled enough on the barstool to haul it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. Tessa again. He hit the red button and put the phone on the bar. He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Especially his flatmate. She’d called him three times already and three times he’d hit decline. She’d even sent him a couple of videos of the party. He’d hit decline on those too. He’d had to watch her playing happy families with Luke less
than twenty-four hours after she’d caught him with someone else. Twenty-four hours! She should have more fucking self-respect. He took a slug of the whiskey as his phone rang again. This time he hit the green button. “What?” He’d tell her to leave him alone. “Where are you?” Tessa asked. “Having a drink.” He could hear the party going on in the background. Everybody would be there. Everybody would be celebrating. They knew Stadium had a contract to play in Queensland for three months and were leaving in four days. And instead of celebrating the chance of a lifetime with the rest of the band, he was sitting in a bar, deliberately getting drunk. “You should be here, with us,” said Tessa. And he should have had more self-preservation than to tell her how much he cared and that he would be there for her. The last time Luke had strayed she’d turned to him for a few days and then she’d gone back to the arsehole. That had nearly killed him. In the background he heard Luke say, “Tell him to get his arse here.” “Did you hear that?” asked Tessa. “Yeah,” he said. “I heard. And what the fuck are you doing with Luke still?” Straight away the sounds coming through the phone changed. Footsteps, some talking, a door shutting, then quiet, just the hum of the party far in the background. Tessa must have gone to her room. “Don’t be cross at me, Adam,” she said quietly. “You’re all leaving in a few days. I didn’t want to spoil it by fighting with Luke.” A bloody stupid reason. But typical of Tessa. Too nice and no self-respect. “So, you let him get away with cheating on you?” He could just about hear her shrug over the phone. “Don’t be cross,” she said. “Come home.”
“I’ll think about it.” He ended the call. Finished the whiskey still in the glass, turned the phone off and put it down again. Then he looked over at the bartender. Maybe he’d get lucky. But the guy ignored him, he was watching the doorway intently. Adam turned to see what could hold anyone’s attention like that at this time of night. A female. Of course. It had to be. Tall, with legs forever, a silver cocktail dress, and the highest, strappiest silver sandals it would be possible to wear and still walk. In her hand she had a small silver purse, her long black hair held up by a clip hung in curls around her face. Stunning. Beautiful. Sexy. Even beside Tessa she’d look good. She had the same long legs, long slender neck and slim frame. Similar age too, around twenty. But everything about her was darker than Tessa, her eyes, her skin, her hair. And Tessa bubbled and bounced and talked all the time. This girl had poise and sophistication. He watched as she stood still in the doorway for a moment, then breathed slowly in and walked towards the bar, threading her way through the mess of chairs and tables. And the way she moved, like water, smooth and elegant. How she did it in those shoes was a puzzle. She hesitated for a moment then looked behind her checking the doorway as if she thought she was being followed. None of his business. He went back to the empty glass and tried to catch the bartender’s eye.
I live in Paeroa, a small town in New Zealand, with my husband and a black labrador. Most of my books are set in my home town, simply because it has a rich history, and the streets already have names, so do the rivers and the mountain nearby, and the neighbouring towns also have names, so I save time on world building.