Husband Hunters
by Genevieve
Gannon
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Clementine, a psychologist specialising in couples
counselling, is reeling from the discovery that her boyfriend is married.
Annabel, an ex-model, only seems to attract men who want her as a trophy.
Daniela, a civil engineer, is stuck in the friendzone.
Abandoning
the romantic notions of true love that haven't worked out for them, the three
decide to use their considerable professional skills to find a partner. this
isn't about hearts and flowers; it's about being practical.
Warm
and witty, Husband Hunters is about what happens when you try to engineer love.
For fans of Zoe Foster, Lauren Weisberger and Mhairi Macfarlane.
Excerpt:
‘Oh!’ Amanda Ceravic was
startled. She had been leaning into the mirror re-applying some lip gloss. She
looked at Clementine, but didn’t say anything.
‘Sorry,’ Clem mumbled, and ran
some cold water over her hands. Amanda kept staring. Clementine dried her
hands, then inspected her face. It was flushed. She dabbed her eyes with a wet
hand-towel and tried to ignore Amanda, who was still watching her reflection.
‘Do I know you?’ Amanda asked,
arching a perfect eyebrow.
Clementine gulped.
‘You look familiar,’ Amanda said
slowly. Clem held her gaze, terrified. Could she see his fingerprints on her
skin? Could she smell her husband’s cologne lingering in her hair? Clementine
took a step backwards.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t know. Perhaps
you recognise me from the engagement party?’ she lied. She hadn’t gone — it was
yet another event that had been sacrificed for a night with Jason. Guilt burned
in the pit of her stomach. She put her hand to her cheek to hide the blush.
‘Perhaps.’ Amanda sounded
unconvinced. ‘I never forget a face, though.’ She turned away from the mirror
to look directly at Clementine. ‘How do you know the bride?’ she demanded.
‘High school,’ Clem squared her
shoulders, but her mouth was dry.
Amanda took a step toward her. Up
close she was even more beautiful than Clementine had first thought. Her blue
eyes had a remarkable lilac tint that was both mesmerising and unsettling. Or
perhaps that was just her expression as she looked down at Clementine. Her lip
was curled ever so slightly into the most lady-like of sneers.
‘You do know me. I saw you
looking at me and my husband before. I’ll figure it out,’ Amanda stated flatly.
Clem’s pulse skipped to double time. But then Amanda softened. ‘I’m a
journalist — it’s my job to remember people,’ she teased, smiling.
Clementine smiled back, stiffly.
‘Well, I’d better be getting back to my table,’ she said, and left before
Amanda had the chance to reply.
She was rushing to her table when
she collided with someone.
‘Clem!’ She looked up.
‘Jason—’
‘Why did you run off like that?’
‘I—’
‘Clem?’ Amanda was behind them.
‘Do you two know each other?’
Clementine opened her mouth to
deny it, but nothing came out. Jason was paralysed, too. They were like a pair
of possums caught in the headlight of Amanda’s stare.
‘Well, I, eh …’ Jason stammered.
The realisation hit his wife. She
raised a finger and opened her mouth. Time seemed to slow down, as it did
before a violent crash in a film.
In a flash a tall blond man
appeared by Clementine’s side. ‘Darling,’ he said, throwing an arm around her
waist, ‘I just sent Jason to get you. I’ve been looking everywhere.’ He smiled
at her and winked. Then he turned to Amanda. ‘Mandy, I see you’ve met my
beautiful new girlfriend, Clementine.’ He gently pushed her forward by way of
introduction.
‘Clementine?’ Amanda said
suspiciously, as if she didn’t believe this was her name. ‘Damon, I had no idea
you were seeing someone.’ She paused. ‘Why aren’t you sitting together?’
‘We haven’t been seeing each
other very long,’ Clem blurted. ‘Mirabella didn’t know we were an item.’
Amanda put her hands on her hips.
The father of the groom clinked his glass with his fork to announce the next
round of speeches.
‘We had better sit down,’ Jason
said, putting a hand on Damon and Amanda so as to herd them to the safety of
the sapphire table.
‘Come and visit us after the last
speech, darling,’ Damon said. Then he took Clementine by the shoulders, pulled
her to him and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
‘Damon!’ Jason cried. Everyone
turned to look at him. ‘Um, have a little decorum, will you?’ Then they
returned to the sapphire table.
‘Wow! Who was that?’ Daniela
asked when Clem sat down.
‘His name is Damon,’ she said,
touching her lips. ‘It’s a long story.’
Ha! Clem and Damon? If you two
were a celebrity couple they’d call you Clemon.’
‘No danger of that,’ Clementine
said as she gratefully reached for the pear tart waiting for her on the table.
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Genevieve Gannon is a Melbourne-based journalist and author. She wrote
stories for music and fashion street press magazines while at university before
moving to Canberra to do a journalism cadetship. In 2011 she joined the
national news wire, Australian Associated Press, where she covered crime,
politics and entertainment. Her work has appeared in most major Australian
newspapers including The Age, The Australian and The Daily Telegraph.
She currently lives in Melbourne where she is a court reporter. At night
time she writes romantic comedies. Husband Hunters is her first novel.
Buy link: The book is currently FREE
GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and
RAFFLECOPTER CODE
Genevieve will be awarding
an eCopy of Husband Hunters to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during
the tour, and choice of 5 digital books from the Impulse line to a randomly
drawn host.
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