Description:Release Date:August 1st, 2015
Gemma Munroe loves hard, laughs hard and plays hard. Or at least she did before today. Her dream is finally within her grasp – owning the toy shop in Swallow’s Fall and establishing herself permanently. Only one person has the power to get in her way: Josh Rutherford – the love of her life who kissed her and left her ten years ago is coming home.
Josh will be in town for five days. Only five days. He’ll finally sever the ties to a youth filled with poverty by selling the properties that are now his. He’s returning healthy, wealthy and emotionally stable, and then he’ll leave forever. It’s all in the plan. Everything…except for Gem. He never forgot her, but he definitely forgot the effect she has on him. Now she’s got problems, and he can’t seem to leave without trying to help her solve them.
The town itself also has its own plans: Gemma and Josh are thrown together in Speed-Date fiascos, kissing experiments, bar fights and an issue with the North Star – Josh’s compass and the road to his next adventure. Seven weeks later Josh is still in town. Gem has to get through her best friends’ wedding and Josh has to get over Gem. Because he’s not staying. Is he?
EXCERPT
‘Gem, it’s me!’
Gem shifted the curtain to peek out the window. Knowing Josh was on his way, she’d hobbled to the bedroom to put some lipstick on then hobbled back, expecting him to knock on the toy shop door. Not that she was going to let him in, but lips without lipstick were like donuts without sugar. At least, that’s the excuse she was running with.
‘I’m going to bed,’ she called. ‘See you tomorrow.’
‘It’s only nine o’clock.’
‘I’m tired.’
‘Come on. Let me in. I need to apologise.’
‘You can do that tomorrow.’
‘I want to do it now!’
‘Let him in before he wakes up the kids in the next town!’ someone called from across the street.
Gem winced. She pulled the curtain aside and lifted the old sash window. Cold night air frosted her skin. Josh stood beneath a street lamp, looking too fine for words in his black bomber jacket, jeans and hiking boots and a grin as wide as the Maclaughlin River. He pulled something from his behind his back—an ice bucket, gleaming like a silver saviour in the dusk. ‘I’ve got sav blanc,’ he said, smiling.
‘Come up through the back door.’ She slammed the sash closed, then breathed deeply. She could resist Josh—possibly—but not sauvignon blanc. Not when she was this miserable.
About the author:
Bestselling author Jennie Jones loves writing rich, warm-hearted and refreshing stories of adventures of the heart. She’s a self-confessed would-be small town country girl and longs for the day when she and her family can set up home in a cute country cottage in the middle of a huge field. Until then, Jennie is enjoying life a five minute walk from the beach. She can hear the ocean as she types her stories.
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