The Goodbye Ride by Lily Malone
Olivia Murphy is a woman on a mission. Gracing the front lawn of a house in her Adelaide Hills hometown sits the classic Ducati motorbike that once belonged to her brother, a For Sale sign by the tyre.
Liv wants to buy the precious bike and bring it back into her family, and she wants the ink dry on the paperwork before the approaching holiday weekend.
One person stands in her way.
Owen Carson likes rare and beautiful things and he has the Ducati in his sights. Then he meets Liv, and finds his heart captured by beauty of a far different kind.
What will Olivia do to make the Ducati hers? And can Owen convince Liv he wants more than a holiday fling?
Liv recrossed the yard and opened the Hyundai’s boot. Owen, a step behind her, peered in the back.
“Wow. Check that out.” He reached around her for the orange and black Felcotronic, bumping her shoulder as he took the tool’s weight.
Liv grabbed his wrist. “Hands-off, Junior.”
The shock of his skin fizzed through her palm and made her drop his arm like it burned. Silvery thrills ran up and down her spine and thank God she could lean her thighs against the car, she needed the support.
Liv picked up the Felcotronic and reminded herself she was a businesswoman—a level-headed one—and this was just a lapse.
“These are for you.” She slapped secateurs and a big pair of tree loppers in Owen hands before leaning back into the trunk. “So is this.”
He examined the fluorescent green vest she handed him.
“It’s a safety vest, so I’ll know where you are all the time,” she blurted.
“You’ll always know where I am.” His eyes did that midnight tango move with hers and she was first to look away.
Grabbing her own safety vest plus an uber-practical navy raincoat, Liv shut the boot. “Are you sure you don’t want to get a coat or something?” A big ugly yellow raincoat, preferably. Cover those arms up.
“Nah. If it rains I’ll borrow yours.”
“You’ll…? I beg your pardon?”
“I’ll borrow yours. We can stretch it over our incredibly safety-conscious heads. You don’t take up much space.” Owen indicated the vineyard with a sweep of his arm. “Shall we?”
Liv cast her eye to the sky. The grey mush wasn’t ominous. The worst thing was, now she didn’t know if she wanted sunshine, or rain. Her head filled with cosy images of being tucked up with Owen under her coat.
She walked with him across the gravel, stepping off into lush grass high enough to lick at the top of her boots. The dogs came too, black and white balls of energy, sniffing at every post.
“So where do you want to start?”
Liv shrugged an arm into the strap of the Felco carrypack. “This is as good a spot as any.”
The unit wasn’t heavy. The batteries were full and she knew from experience she’d get close to two days before they’d need recharging. Two days should be plenty of time to finish the job.
Where is the other strap? She flailed for it with her right arm.
Then Owen was by her side. He guided her arm into the strap and tugged lightly to make sure it was secure. Liv could feel his strength with every jostle, only he didn’t stop at her shoulders, he followed the line of each strap down the front of her chest, pulling to test the strain.
“Those straps shouldn’t pinch, Liv. You had them too tight.” His voice was rough, and it came from a place way too close to her temple for comfort. She didn’t dare look up. If he saw the expression in her eyes, he’d know the slide of his knuckles was… Oh God, how it was turning her on.
What’s wrong with me? It was a hysterical squeak inside her head.
“Thanks.” Liv swallowed hard and stepped away. “Your aunt’s had this vineyard pre-pruned. See? The canes are trimmed back. We pick the healthy vines and clean them up. Okay?”
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy The Goodbye Ride
A: The Goodbye Ride is a quick, sweet read with some steamy moments for spice. The novella is set over the Queen’s Birthday long weekend (June in Australia), so readers get thrown into the action fast.
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from The Goodbye Ride?
A: My favorite quote from The Goodbye Ride is:
This is a conversation between Liv and her best friend. I hope the italics work.
“You’re a bloody hopeless case, you know that, Ben? This isn’t Jerry Maguire, and Owen is so not my type.”
“Great. Your type sucks. I couldn’t handle another bank johnny like that last one. Andy.”
Liv blew an exasperated sigh. “It was Aiden. And he was in a band. I liked his sensitive side.”
“It was a marching band, Liv,” Ben said.
Lily Malone would like to give away a copy of The Goodbye Ride. (ebook) To enter, just answer her question:
I would provide two prizes, one for international readers & one for Australian.
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