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Excerpt of Carrying Clover by Lorey Durston

by Theodene Allen

About the book:

Newly single Camille Robins luck is about to change as she embarks on a new chapter of her life, moving to the city near her best friend, Lizzie.

A chance meeting at Lou's B&B, Camille meets George, a handsome man who sweeps her off her feet.

Can Lizzie forgive Camille for stealing her previous boyfriend, or will she seek revenge? Camille can't believe her luck! George can't believe how perfect she is....

Was it a fate romance, or part of an evil plan?

A fresh new twist on a psychological thriller, fast-paced, clever, and thought provoking that will make you question who is the lucky one.

Luck, love, deceit, and heartbreak will keep you turning the page. And a breathtaking twist you won't see coming, will stay with you long after you have finished reading.

Excerpt of the book:

Lizzie is Camille's foster sister and best friend; she accidentally gave her a cake containing nuts - which Camille has an allergy to. George, Camille's boyfriend will not forgive Lizzie and has forbidden any contact between them.

LIZZIE

Camille won't reply to my texts, her phone keeps going to voicemail. I must tell her the truth. I wished I told her from the start.

She may have worried, but she would have understood and helped me. I can't sit in this hostel any longer, three months in a shared room with bunk beds and no windows. I'll take what little belongings I have with me; I can't leave anything here it would get pinched. A couple of pictures, jewellery, and my medication doesn't even fill up one bag. I have wondered around the same streets over and over; I couldn't face spending another night in that hostel. Everything is a blur the streets are merging into one. I have nowhere else to go. I have to go to the apartment. I must see her.

I pray George isn't there, I don't want to make trouble for her but the fear he had drilled into me was the reason I hadn't come before.

I can see her apartment block up in front, His car isn't here. My hands shake as I press the buzzer. If he answers I'll stay quiet. no answer, fuck. I'll try the keypad number see if it's

still the same one. Yes! The door opens. I'll take the stairs they never use them, and the lift is in use I don't want him to see me if he is in there. I knock -nothing, come on answer 'Camille hello?'

I can't shout any louder than that, I have her key. I unlock the door and enter the apartment, silence no signs of life, the kitchens tidy, and curtains slightly drawn.

'Camille?'

The bed is perfectly made, bathroom clean, towels dry, no one has been here for a while, What do I do now?

She must have a pen and piece of paper somewhere in this kitchen I'll write her a letter and place it in her underwear draw where he won't find it.

Searching the cupboards and drawers I find a bottle of vodka; I don't bother with a glass and swig from the bottle. I find a pen and sit at the island.

'Dear Camille…'

I have no idea what to write, I take another swig. It's no use! I'm crap at writing like I am everything else. I scrunch the paper up and go to the bin, I'm shocked when I open the lid to see the teddy, I gave Camille?

I sit on the wooden floor and pull out my phone and look at the old pictures of us both, I take bigger gulps of vodka. I'm unable to see clearly, my vision blurred, I open my bag and search for a tissue.

My medication!

I empty my sleeping pills and antidepressants out one by one. Tears fall fast down my cheek; I hold the teddy close.

'Oh, Camille, what have I done…'