Avril Tremayne – The Dating Game (страница 1)
Sarah’s brother Adam has been educating her best friend Lane in the arts of the
She reassures herself that she isn’t betraying Lane. After all, Sarah wants marriage and two-point-five kids, and David has made it more than clear he will
The Dating Game
Avril Tremayne
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AVRIL TREMAYNE
Avril Tremayne took the circuitous route to becoming a writer, via careers in nursing, teaching, public relations and – most recently – global aviation.
She hung up her corporate hat in 2013 after returning to her home city of Sydney, Australia, following a three-year stint in the Middle East, turned her mind to becoming a full time author, and has been writing madly ever since.
When she’s not reading or writing, Avril can generally be found dining to excess, drinking wine, talking about travel, and obsessing over shoes.
I’ve been lucky enough to land two dream jobs in my life.
Being an author is one of them – something I’ve longed for ever since I left childhood behind and imagined working for a living one day.
The other was a dream job because of the industry I was in – global aviation and travel – and the crazy, fabulous people I worked with. Without naming
These are the people who contributed the most to one of the best professional years of my life – the year I privately refer to as ‘The Year of Holly’, in honour of my smart, beautiful PR colleague who decided the time had come to find the man of her dreams and stationed the rest of the team along the sidelines to provide romance advice date by hilarious date.
Which brings me to an acknowledgement that although this book is a work of fiction from start to finish, some of its funniest scenes were inspired by actual events from that time – one reason
And for those of you who like a Happily Ever After…? Well, I can tell you that Holly nailed it when she found Mike during that unforgettable year.
Thanks guys – all of you! – for the fun and the memories.
For Jarrod – my nephew
Heroes don’t come any more gorgeous
… but not
Uh-oh.
Not that it mattered if she bawled herself into a snot-laden
In fact, Clarence was regarding her with unwavering apathy, which Sarah decided was the perfect look to carry her out of the storeroom and back to civilization. She swivelled the wheeled footstool she was perched on so she could face him, contorted her face into what she hoped was a matching expression, realized a more scientific approach would be to actually
But it was her phone that her fingers closed around and lifted out.
Perhaps she should check the message. To see if she’d misinterpreted. Because she might have, mightn’t she?
She brought up the text, read the words …