Novel & Cerita The Accidental Tourist Book

she said. Curious of what it is. I still insisted to hear her out. "While we were on our trip back from Paris. I accidentally found a book. And it is so interesting, not because of its story but because it sounded like someone's life." I remember a book like that and if I am not miataken, it could be the same book- the one she is talking about. "What is the title of it?" She was looking at the ceiling trying to remember it. "Something like it's in my hands. It was long time and I just remebered it now."

"Navigating without a map? That sounds highly uncalculated for a CEO." "Sometimes," Vivian murmured, her eyes dropping briefly to Avery’s lips before locking back onto her gaze with absolute finality, "the risk is worth the disruption." As they walked deeper into the town, fingers tightly laced, the ancient stones of Antibes seemed to echo the truth they could no longer deny: the fake marriage was dead, the battle lines were buried at sea, and the corporate ice queen had officially surrendered to the hurricane. The Terraces of Tuscany. The morning sun over Livorno broke through a low-hanging mist, painting the rolling Tuscan hills in pale gold and dusty olive.

"I get it. But hey, maybe you just need to meet them in person. You never know, you might click with one of them." I shrugged. "Maybe. But then I think about Sarah..." Cameron's ears perked up. "Sarah? Who's Sarah?" "Sarah's the girl I accidentally hit with my car a few weeks ago," I said, wincing at the memory. "I was driving home from a meeting and didn't see her crossing the street. It was a pretty bad accident, but luckily she's okay." Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's crazy! I had no idea."

I was adamant about visiting the lake more often, and all those things would make my stay more comfortable, right? It was already dark when I returned to the cottage, and I wasted no time unloading my new belongings and finding proper places for each of them, making my little haven even cozier. Midnight caught me in the makeshift bed near the fireplace, reading a book I brought from LA. Thriller was tense enough to hold my attention, not letting it stray towards the man that made my heart beat just as fast. And when the killer was about to catch the girl, a loud bang resonated through the room, making me jump up in fear like never before.

Otemanu kept changing as they sped along. Awesome. Claire thought. They were greeted at the resorts pier by the lovely Rebecca and a guitarist who also doubled as the resorts bouncer and were served ice cold Tahitian beer. Henry promptly refused his but Claire didn't hesitate to start drinking hers. "It's lovely." She said and Henry nodded. She sighed as she rolled her eys, did he plan on ignoring her throughout the rest of the trip? She thought as she got a good look at him. He was wearing a beach shirt and cargo shorts, the sun seemed to hit his face and hair in a way that made him look golden.

If I could go back in time, I would claim her by accident just so we could do this all over again. TO MY PATIENT AND KIND READERS Thank you all for finishing this book. Thank you for encouraging me with your comments, votes and reviews. I am highly grateful. I would have dropped this book if it weren't for the amazing energy you all brought that gave me the strength to keep writing. I hope the ending was satisfactory, and I wish to continue seeing your names on my other projects. Thank you all. If you want to read another book of mine. I recommend Dangerous Desires (It is completed, LOL). I am also releasing a new book called Luca's Inferno in two weeks. Please follow me on social media same

Hey Wonderful readers. (Besties) Can I call you that? I hope you let me do so because you have helped me become a better writer and I am so happy to have you in my community This is to joyfully (With as much glee as I can muster) announce that this is book two of Accidentally Married. (Drum Rolls Please)

With each passing moment, I hoped for a sense of normalcy to return, but the events of the night had left an indelible mark, reminding me of the fragility of safety and the need for constant vigilance in a world where danger could lurk in unexpected places. **Amelia POV**

"Thank you for the food. It was delicious." "No problem." I took the empty plate and walked into the kitchen to wash it. I rinsed it and placed it on the plate rack. I turned back only to bump into him and as a result of the collision, the hot chocolate spilled on his chest and he let out a loud hiss. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. It was an accident." "It's fine," He said, trying to wipe off the chocolate. "Wait, let me help," I said, grabbing the dish cloth and wetting it. I began to rub his chest, and he flinched at the contact.

The food tasted good, and I complemented the chef. I freshened up, picked up one of my books and started to read, and within minutes, I fell asleep. Only to be awoken by the same nightmare that has haunted me for sixteen years, the same nightmare that only visits me when rain falls. … A/N: Thanks for reading lovelies! Please recommend this book to your loved ones and drop a review. I'll be waiting to know what you think. <3