Gone

Rebecca Walters is haunted by past tragedies and the names that people call her. When her parents take her to Cornwall for two weeks and she meets local artist Joshua Adams, Rebecca starts to understand that her future is what she can make it. But when her past secrets start to catch up with her will Rebecca fight to remain the girl she's found or will she run from a past that won't stay Gone.

Giveaway: 
 
Anna will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a signed copy of GONE and the author's back catalogue of ebooks to a randomly drawn host.

 

Excerpt:

 

She turns to look at me and for a moment, just one brief moment my mind swirls with colours. The make-up is gone and the waning sun illuminates her skin. She look different. So different. A better different.

 

I should walk away. I don’t talk to holiday makers unless I’m taking their money in the shop.

 

I don’t.

 

Instead I fold my legs and sit on the sand. My fingers automatically pick up a splinter of driftwood, as I cast my eyes up at the sun and start to draw.

 

“So do you have a name girl with the bangles?” I’m trying to remember what the young girl who was with her in the shop called her yesterday. Becca? Something like that?”

 

Turning to me with a frown on her face she bites her lower lip. Jeez, I only asked her name.

 

The frown and the angry glare instantly make me recall her name. “Bex.” I answer for her. The frown deepens.

 

“No one calls me that, only my sister.”

 

“Well I don’t know what else to call you?” I prompt. Her feistiness is rather amusing, it’s actually doing a good job of distracting me from the usual shit I try to keep out of my head.

 

Her top lip curls a little in distaste at my goading. She really doesn’t want to tell me her name. Who doesn’t want people to know their name? My eyes flick over her with a little more interest. She is rather pretty. Hot, Dan would call it. But I would go with pretty. Pretty is a more delicate sounding word, easy to pair with the freckles and flame hair.

 

Oh good god. I’ve realized what I am doing? I’m looking at another girl. I try and turn myself away from her a little. She must register my movement because she speaks, her voice low like she is sharing a secret.

 

“Rebecca.” She clears her throat. “My name is Rebecca.”

 

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Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer with the sole writing ambition of writing about life as it happens. Dedicated to real characters, real problems and real romance Anna writes tales to stir your heart and head. Combining a busy schedule of looking after two young children, working in a local school and writing swoon worthy romance for Mature Teen readers, she also spends a lot of time imagining kissing hot guys and talking to the voices in her head- all in the name of her art.

 

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