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That One
Summer
(Summer #3)
(Summer #3)
by
C.J. Duggan
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Publication date: December 17th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
~ Synopsis ~
Loving Chris Henderson would be wrong. Diabolically disastrous.
I mean, what is there about him to love? He’s moody, bossy, brooding,
a control freak, and that’s on a good day … but there was one
achingly obvious fact that haunted my every thought, every minute of every
day …
He sure could kiss. As the countdown to the new millennium begins, there is one thing everyone agrees on: no one wants to be in Onslow for New Year’s Eve. So that can only mean one thing: road trip! No longer the mousey, invisible, shy girl from years ago, Tammy Maskala is finally making up for all those lost summers. A new year with new friends, which astoundingly includes the bossy boy behind the bar, Chris Henderson. She likes her new friends (at least most of them), so why does she secretly feel so out of place? After chickening out on the trip, a last-minute change of heart sees Tammy racing to the Onslow Hotel, fearing she’s missed her chance for a ride. The last thing she expected to meet was a less-than-happy Onslow Boy leaning against his black panel van. Now the countdown begins to reach the others at Point Shank before the party is over and the new year has begun. Alone in a car with only the infuriating Chris Henderson, Tammy can’t help but feel this is a disastrous start to what could have been a great adventure. But when the awkward road trip takes an unexpected turn, Tammy soon discovers that the way her traitorous heart feels about Chris is the biggest disaster of all. Fogged up windows, moonlight swimming, bad karaoke and unearthed secrets; after this one summer nothing will ever be the same again. |
~ Excerpt ~
Chris leaned forward to
lower the music, but it was too late now; there was a ringing in my ears.
He had nice hands, tanned
by the sun, tidy fingernails; he could totally be a hand model with hands like
those. If you were going to notice Chris and like him, his hands would probably
be the first thing that would draw you to him, seeing as his face was always an
intimidating scowl. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed his hands – there
had been countless times he had served me a drink at the bar, or handed me
change and I had noticed how nice they were. The second thing I noticed about
Chris (if I was noticing things) was his shoulders. They were so square, so
symmetrical; he looked like he was a swimmer. He had great posture, even when
he stood behind the bar between customers, with his arms folded – his stance
was straight, proud, expectant. Yep! Your eyes would trail from those hands to
those shoulders and usually be met with a piercing flick of the deep brown eyes
that would cause you to quickly look away, or caused me to, anyway.
He had been pretty
intimidating in the beginning, but as time wore on I just found him downright
rude, no matter how lovely his hands and shoulders may be.
“What are you staring
at?” Chris’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
Oh crap! Was
I staring?
I snapped my head away to
look out of the window. “Nothing.”
“They’re not that white,
are they?” he said.
My attention moved from
the window to Chris again with a confused frown.
“Sorry?”
His head tilted downward
as he shifted his leg a little to expose … a kneecap.
I smiled. “You’re wearing
shorts?”
“You don’t have to sound
so surprised.” He lowered his leg.
“I don’t think I’ve seen
you in shorts before.” My eyes trailed over his tan cargos; it seemed that in
line with nice hands and shoulders, Chris had nice legs. Okay, best not to stare, I thought. But then something grabbed my
attention.
“You have impressively
tanned legs for someone who lives in Levi’s,” I mused. “You don’t sun-bake in a
pair of budgie smugglers on the weekends, do you?” That would just be too much.
Chris burst out laughing,
so loud and abruptly it caused me to flinch at the unexpectedness of it.
Laughter from Chris was as rare as seeing him in shorts.
“Budgie smugglers?” he
asked.
“Yeah, you know, Speedos,
Y-fronts,”
“I know what they are, Tammy,
and the answer is no, no I don’t do
that.” He grinned, concentrating on the road.
I took a moment to study
Chris, not out of the corner of my eye this time but to unapologetically study
him. I wanted to fully absorb the rarity of his smile, of his good humour,
because let’s face it, it would probably be the first and last time I saw it.
I curved my brow. “So
exceptionally tanned legs but no weekends spent in budgie smugglers, eh?
Curiouser and curiouser,” I smirked.
Chris coughed. His face
flexed back into those familiar stern lines as he straightened in his seat.
“Tamara?”
I cocked my head. “Yes,
Christopher?”
His lips twitched as he
fought not to smile. “Stop staring at me.”
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~Playlist ~
Music is hugely inspirational for my writing process, listed are
some novel specific music and songs that drove my husband mad
as I played them over and over again while penning ‘An Endless
Summer.’
1. The Summer – Josh Pyke
2. I’m on fire – Bruce Springsteen
3. One Thousand Suns - Chicane
4. No Ordinary Morning - Chicane
5. Young Blood – We Come Running
6. The Eurythmics – When Tomorrow Comes
7. Waiting for a Girl Like You – Foreigner
8. True Colors – Cyndi Lauper
10. You Make Lovin Fun – Fleetwood Mac
See where it all
began…..
(Summer #1)
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(Summer #2)
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~ About the Author ~
C.J Duggan is an Australian author who lives with her husband in
a rural border town of New South Wales, Australia.
The Boys of Summer is Book One in her Mature Young Adult Romance Series.
For more on C.J and ‘The Summer Series’, visit www.cjdugganbooks.com
The Boys of Summer is Book One in her Mature Young Adult Romance Series.
For more on C.J and ‘The Summer Series’, visit www.cjdugganbooks.com
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