Since we’re in the last stretch before Anywhere‘s release at the end of the month (date coming SOON), it’s time for some teasers. But first, in case you missed it, the book blurb:
Skye Whitcomb is running from her troubles, and where better to run than Europe? Fresh out of college, she makes quick plans with her best friend Paige and hops on a plane.
Of course, nothing ever goes as planned—at least not for her. First, Paige has to bail, and Skye’s left to travel alone. Then she meets sweet and sexy Asher Benedict in Paris, and sparks fly after a night together on the train to Rome. He’s all kinds of perfect for her, but the timing couldn’t be worse since she was running from the altar when she left—so the last thing she wants right now is a relationship.
But Skye’s about to discover that no matter how far you run, love can find you anywhere.
Here are the opening paragraphs of the book:
“Do you think there’s a phrase for this in French?” Paige called out from the tiny yellow bathroom, her voice wobbling. She looked so pale and awful with her cheek resting on the toilet seat, her eyes closed against the nausea. We’d been stuck in our cheap hotel room with the dull brown comforters, lumpy beds, and cigarette smoke wafting in through the open windows for three days now.
The only thing Paige had done so far was throw up. And feel like throwing up. And sleep.
The only thing I had done was watch her. And feel bad. And worry.
All those years I’d imagined what my first time in Paris would be like…it definitely hadn’t been this.
“A phrase for what?” I said, and leaned against the doorway, watching her. God, she looked terrible.
“Worshipping the throne?”
“I thought it was called hugging the porcelain god.”
“Whatever.” There was a ghost of a smile on her lips and a few wisps of light auburn hair slipped down her face. She brushed them back, tucked them behind her ear, and took a deep breath.
“I’m sure they must. The French have words for practically everything.”