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Название: Girls Night Out 3 E-Book Bundle

Автор: Gemma Burgess

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9780007532421

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      GIRLS NIGHT OUT 3 BOOK BUNDLE

      Gemma Burgess, Laura Ziepe and Anna-Lou Weatherley

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       A Girl Like You

       Essex Girls

       Chelsea Wives

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

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      A Girl Like You

      GEMMA BURGESS

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       Dedication

      For Paul

       Because you rock.

      Contents

       Title Page

      Dedication

      Chapter Thirty Two

      Chapter Thirty Three

      Chapter Thirty Four

      Chapter Thirty Five

      Chapter Thirty Six

      Chapter Thirty Seven

      Chapter Thirty Eight

      Chapter Thirty Nine

      Chapter Forty

      Chapter Forty One

      Chapter Forty Two

      Chapter Forty Three

      Chapter Forty Four

      Chapter Forty Five

      Chapter Forty Six

      Chapter Forty Seven

      Chapter Forty Eight

      Chapter Forty Nine

      The Rules of Surviving Singledom

      Acknowledgement

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       February. (This year.)

      I never thought I’d spend hours crying on the floor of a hotel shower.

      The weird thing is that underneath the hysteria, I’m completely aware how dramatic-yet-amusing this is. I’m crying for a soul-shakingly horrible reason, my contact lenses are flipping over in my eyes from the tear-water onslaught and I don’t have the strength to get up, turn off the shower and reach for a towel . . . but I can still see that this is a teeny tiny bit funny.

      Is it normal to feel so detached from reality after a heartbreak? Is this heartbreak? God, I don’t know.

      And as usual, my mind is wandering. I can’t help but notice how nice the shower gel is, and how I wish I had a dinner plate showerhead at home, because crying under the pathetic trickle in my skinny white bath is so depressing.

      Home, oh God, home.

      Then reality hits me and I start sobbing again.

      I wonder how my black eye is coming along, but I can’t bear to look in the mirror. I swear my jowls droop when I’m this tired. On top of everything else that life has landed me with (inability to tell right from left, inability to tell lust from love, inability to drink whisky without becoming really drunk), that’s just not fair.

      The sick feeling I’ve had for days just won’t go away. I wonder if it ever will.

      I think I’ll make the water a little bit hotter and curl up on the floor. There. I’m almost comfortable. The shower is huge, taking up about half the bathroom, which, like the rest of the hotel room, is dark and sexy with a dash of chinoiserie, and flattering lighting that whispers five star in a posh accent. Hey, if СКАЧАТЬ