Goodbye To You
Release Date: 07/01/14 | Publisher: Swoon Romance | Genre: New Adult
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.
I love my boobs.
From the way the sultry-eyed, dark-haired, “I wonder if he’s a J. Crew model” god is staring at them tonight from the other side of the large wood and brass-railed bar, I think he likes them too.
Maybe more than I do.
“Hey, Thea, we started with your name.” My friend Bennie slurs a little, which is weird because we just started drinking tonight.
Maybe she’s still hung over from last night.
She slides a shot of clear liquid down the bar, and the bartender slips a salt shaker and a plate of limes in front of Bennie.
Tequila. A drink that makes me do wicked things I otherwise wouldn’t consider.
J. Crew is inspiring some hot-and-heavy fantasies that exclude clothing but include lots of delicious, sweaty skin. A couple more drinks and this could be J. Crew’s lucky night. A few beers every other week is more my speed, so this trip is testing my limits.
At five foot three inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, my body is not built for heavy drinking.
I’m done with this crap after tonight. Well, maybe not tonight. But as soon as the “Farewell to the Boobies” tour concludes.
I’m in Key West with my best friends Bennie and Felicia—Leesh—with the sole purpose of having one last fling with a hot guy before I get a preventative mastectomy.
A strong family history of breast cancer compelled me to get genetic testing. I’m positive for the BRCA1 mutation, which means I have a sixty to eighty percent chance of breast cancer. After months of deliberating, I decided to kick cancer in the ass, hence my upcoming surgery.
But enough of that. I’m here to have fun.
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.
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