To those of you who are attending the Books by the Bridge, author event in Sydney, you have the chance to preorder this novel which is being released to you first - as a special Advanced Reader Copy :) The preorder form can be found here, should you wish to attend and order a copy. The orders have closed, but I will accept any additional ones that are placed over the next couple of days.
So here is the Camouflage blurb as well as a little excerpt from Giselle's story.
On the surface, Giselle Duzido could be called many things.
Sassy, determined and breathtakingly beautiful.
But one thing that would never come to tongue, is broken and fragile; because she’s learned to keep that part of herself locked up tight. The veneer she chooses you to see - has it all. Her designer brand is on the rise from her original base in Sydney, to two more stores in Los Angeles and New York; a part of a world she has always fit into seamlessly.
Career-wise? She’s flourishing. Social status? Almost famous!
But scratch just beneath her surface and there it is, eating away at her insides. But at some point, doesn't Sel deserve to have the happily ever after?
She may look just like another twenty-something woman, searching for that earth-shattering love…
But it's all just a camouflage.
I take a sip of my cocktail before turning my head over my shoulder. When I see the burly guy who was all broad muscle in his black ripped tank, and the familiar tattoos down both arms, I almost choke on my vodka.
What the hell?
I narrowed my eyes and blatantly stared at him. I watched as his stupid fingers struck the stupid guitar, with those stupid biceps pulsing with each and every stupid movement. I'm not sure how long I stared at him for, but when the song ended and he ever-so-calmly raised his head - I knew he had seen me. How he managed to find me amongst this packed bar was a mystery, but no sooner his head was raised, those green eyes found mine.
I turned my back on him and muttered more curse words under my breath.
“Unfortunately I know that guy.”
I could hardly forget the guy who was best friends with my best friends, now husband. A man who, despite looking like a delicious dish of danger on the outside, had pissed me off on the inside.
“What guy?” Mel asks, raising her eyes over my head toward the stage. “Oh my. Not the dreamy bass player?”
“Ugh, he’s not dreamy,” I moan, fumbling my hands on my temples harshly and ignoring the way Mels eyes lit-up. “Ah Sel? Don’t look now, but it looks like he’s on his way over here.”
I reached over to Mels glass and sculled the rest of her martini. If he was heading over here, it was going to ruin my night.
I felt his presence behind my chair and was annoyed with the way Mels eyes floated all over his large frame behind me. I didn’t have time to give her the stink eye before he muttered, “Giselle.”
His deep, husky voice reached me on some strange level, which caused nothing but irritation. I took a deep breath and put my game face on; turning to face him and ignoring his sparking green eyes that always seemed to look straight through me. I rested my hand firmly on my hip, leaning all of my weight on my right leg and raised an eyebrow at him pointedly.
“I’d say it’s nice to see Draz, but we both know that would be a lie.”
- Excerpt from Camouflage, by Kathleen Maree'