Title: What We'll Leave Behind (Left Behind, #0.5)
Author: Len Webster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2015
Synopsis
One chance meeting on a white beach in Thailand would set their story in stone.
Eighteen and fresh out of high school, Stevie Appleton is about to embark on a form of freedom she has never known. When offered the chance to go to Thailand to celebrate the end of high school, she takes it. What she doesn’t know is that saying yes would lead to meeting him. Having just finished his Bachelor, Julian Moors can’t wait to party away the last three years of university. All he wants from his holiday in Thailand is to relax on the beach, drink and have the time of his life. However, the moment his eyes land on the beautiful blonde reading on the beach, he knows he can’t stay away. All his other wants no longer matter. What does matter is getting to know the girl behind the mockingbird.
Enter Stevie and Julian’s memory vault.
No names. No past. Just right now.
Seven days to fall in love.
Seven days until their end.
Seven days until they both wake up heartbroken.
And four more years until they meet again.
Excerpt
She
shook her head at her own stupidity. This Julian was attractive.
Really
attractive.
And this really attractive male—with his Australian accent, light
brown hair, soft, blue eyes, and an impressive body—sat next to
her. With a sigh, Stevie took her hat off and set it on top of her
bag.
“So,
what do we do now?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the clear water.
“Well.”
He paused. “What do you want to do today, Stephanie?”
Stevie
cringed. No real names. If he ever tried to find her, he’d find it
hard. She never used ‘Stephanie,’ so she’d go undetected.
Exhaling,
she picked her hat up and put it on before lying back on the hot
sand. Then she covered her forehead with the backs of her wrists and
stared at the blue sky. After watching a cloud slowly move an inch,
she closed her eyes.
“What
do you want to do today, Julian?”
she asked, enjoying the way the sun warmed her skin.
Julian.
Julian,
I don’t want your surname.
We’re
‘holiday’ friends.
He
didn’t respond, but she would force it out of him. If they were to
stay on the beach all day, then so be it. It was a much better option
than being locked out of her hotel room as her roommate got laid. The
first thing she would do when she returned to the resort was call
housecleaning to somehow disinfect the room and change the sheets.
Something
obstructed the sun and created a shadow behind her eyelids. When she
moved her face, the shadow followed her. Stevie’s eyebrows knitted
and then she opened her eyes. She flinched when she saw Julian
hovering over her, his nose close to hers.
“Dude!”
she squealed as she slapped his jaw away. Then she sat up, holding
her hat.
Julian
chuckled like a six-year-old.
“What’s
so funny?” she asked, dusting the sand off her arms.
“When
you freak out, it’s hilarious.”
She
glared at him. “You’re kind of annoying. You know that, right?”
He
smirked and then nodded. “I do. It’s what I’m known for,” he
explained, placing his hands on his hips.
“That’s
not a good thing.”
“It’s
what got you to talk to me, didn’t it?”
Damn.
He’s right.
She
rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”
Julian
took his hands off his hips, dug them into the sand, and leant in
close, his face a whisper away from hers. Then he squinted at her, as
if to decipher her thoughts.
“What?”
she asked, pulling back.
He
had pursed his lips before he sat back on his rear. “You’re
different.”
Pressing
her lips together in a fine line, Stevie picked her bag up. “Gee,
thanks.”
“You’re
welcome.”
“I
was being sarcastic.”
Julian
nodded along. “That’s what friends do.”
How
can I be ‘friends’ with an idiot?
“Julian!”
someone yelled.
Stevie
craned her neck to see a group of men near the shore. With their wet
bodies and hair, it was clear that they had just come from the water.
They waved Julian over, and Stevie heard him release a frustrated
exhale next to her.
“I
gotta run, Blondie,” Julian said, standing up.
She
tilted her head up to meet his eyes. His really nice
eyes.
“I guess it was good meeting you.”
Julian
slowly grinned, and her heartbeat didn’t miss the gesture. It was
the perfect fluidity of movement. Like calm beach water. The way his
soft, blue eyes lightened had her swallowing hard. Really attractive
was starting to worry her.
Really
attractive was really
out of her league.
Friends.
He
said that.
He
wants that.
We
can be that.
“It
was really good to meet you, too, Stephanie,” he said so genuinely
that her stomach filled with butterflies. To the point where it could
be hailed as a sanctuary rather than a display. So
many
butterflies.
Butterflies
that made her sick.
Butterflies
caused by him.
Butterflies
brought to life because of a stranger.
Stevie
smiled, trying to forget her silly thoughts. She pulled her iPod out
of her bag, wanting to listen to music more than she wanted to return
to her hotel room.
“Listen,”
Julian said, gaining her attention.
She
stopped untangling the headphones from around the iPod and raised a
brow at him. “Yeah?”
“You
know of the moonlight parties they have on this beach at night?” he
asked, scratching his right arm as if he were nervous.
Staring
at the way his nails were digging into his skin, she couldn’t help
but smile at the thought that maybe she made him nervous. She hadn’t
made anyone feel that way before. And with that, she filed that away
as a victory for her self-confidence.
I’ll
take what I can get.
I
don’t think Julian has really looked at the women on this beach.
I’m,
like, a negative ten in comparison.
I
could have sworn a Victoria’s Secret model was around.
I
should tell him that… Friends share that kind of info, right?
Hey,
Stevie?
Yeah?
Shut
up.
She
cleared her throat, trying to act casual. Because, well, that was
what they were. “Yeah, I’ve heard about them.”
His
smile now showed his perfectly white and straight teeth. “So, I’ll
see you here tonight?”
Her
body flinched. “What?”
Julian
placed a hand on top of her head and moved her head to make nods.
“Oh, so, that’s a yes. I’m so glad. I’ll see you tonight,
Blondie. Wear something nice, ’kay?” Once he removed his hand
from her head, he raised his hand to signal to his friends.
“Uhh,
oh-kay?” Stevie replied, confused about what he meant.
Then
he winked. Cool, calm, and carefree. A wink that sent shivers down
her spine. A wink she scowled at.
“I’ll
see you tonight, Stephanie!” he said with a hint of excitement in
his voice before he left her alone on the beach.
Stevie
turned her head and watched him as he picked his towel and bag up and
walked down the beach with his friends. Just as she was about to look
away, Julian spun and his eyes met hers. He seemed almost relieved to
have caught her staring. And when he smiled almost gratefully, her
heart clenched and caused a tiny fault in her breathing.
“Oh,
no,” she breathed.
Because
she knew why her heart had decided to play the victim rather than a
champion. It was him. Plain and simple. Her body had ignited at the
thought and nearness of him.
Attraction,
you are an absolute asshole, you asshole.
About The Author
Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of 'The One.' But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just completed her BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about how a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love. Giveaway
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