Just My Luck by Jennifer Honeybourn ***Excerpt -- Giveaway***
Just My Luck
by Jennifer Honeybourn
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: July 16th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Marty has terrible luck and she knows exactly why. While working as a housekeeper at the ritzy Grand Palms hotel in Maui, Marty made it a habit to steal small items from the guests. What better way to stick it to the rich snobs they have to clean up after? Marty knows how to turn her luck around — she just has to return all of the items she stole.
When Marty meets Will, a new guest who is staying for the summer, she does the one thing she always promised herself she’d never do — fall for an out-of-towner. But Will’s special, different from the other guests at the hotel. Maybe Marty’s luck is finally turning around.
After a string of misunderstandings and accidents threaten Will and Marty’s relationship, Marty has to find a way to fix her luck for good — or say goodbye to Will forever.
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Excerpt
“Hey, any chance you want to adopt a cat?” I ask Benjie an hour later. It’s past midnight and the front desk is quiet. This is the worst time to be at work, because there’s nothing to do, and yet there’s still a million hours before my shift ends.
“Zero chance. Leo already asked me,” Benjie says. “But cheer up! I know how we can pay those heinous people back for dumping her on us.” He taps something into his computer, then swivels the monitor so I can see the screen.
I wrinkle my nose. “You want to send them a glitter bomb?”
“It’s the perfect revenge,” he says. “They open the envelope and pow” — he mimics an explosion with his fingers — “glitter everywhere. They’ll be vacuuming it up for weeks!”
“Um, maybe not.” The Hudsons are the worst, but sending them a glitter bomb isn’t going to help me find a home for Libby.
Benjie’s lower lip puffs out. “You’re not fun,” he says. “Now, I could stand here and try to convince you, but it’s been an hour since my last break. I need to eat something or I will faint. You’ll be fine on your own?”
I nod. The Grand Palms is in Wailea, an area on the south side of the island that shuts down ridiculously early. Aside from the occasional late check-in or guest complain, at this time of night, it’s usually just Benjie and me, jacking around.
When he leaves in search of a snack, I pull out my phone. We’re not supposed to use them on duty, but if no one’s here to catch me, then does it even really matter? I haven’t had it fixed since I dropped it again last month, and the screen is webbed. I’m scrolling through Instagram, trying to talk myself out of checking Kahale’s feed, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone approaching the front desk. I quickly tuck my phone back into my pocket. I glance up and my breath catches. It’s the hot guy I saw in the hall earlier, only this time all he’s wearing is a towel.
“Zero chance. Leo already asked me,” Benjie says. “But cheer up! I know how we can pay those heinous people back for dumping her on us.” He taps something into his computer, then swivels the monitor so I can see the screen.
I wrinkle my nose. “You want to send them a glitter bomb?”
“It’s the perfect revenge,” he says. “They open the envelope and pow” — he mimics an explosion with his fingers — “glitter everywhere. They’ll be vacuuming it up for weeks!”
“Um, maybe not.” The Hudsons are the worst, but sending them a glitter bomb isn’t going to help me find a home for Libby.
Benjie’s lower lip puffs out. “You’re not fun,” he says. “Now, I could stand here and try to convince you, but it’s been an hour since my last break. I need to eat something or I will faint. You’ll be fine on your own?”
I nod. The Grand Palms is in Wailea, an area on the south side of the island that shuts down ridiculously early. Aside from the occasional late check-in or guest complain, at this time of night, it’s usually just Benjie and me, jacking around.
When he leaves in search of a snack, I pull out my phone. We’re not supposed to use them on duty, but if no one’s here to catch me, then does it even really matter? I haven’t had it fixed since I dropped it again last month, and the screen is webbed. I’m scrolling through Instagram, trying to talk myself out of checking Kahale’s feed, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone approaching the front desk. I quickly tuck my phone back into my pocket. I glance up and my breath catches. It’s the hot guy I saw in the hall earlier, only this time all he’s wearing is a towel.
Author Bio:
Jennifer Honeybourn works in corporate communications in Vancouver, British Columbia. She’s a fan of British accents, Broadway musicals, and epic, happily-ever-after love stories. If she could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, she’d have high tea with Walt Disney, JK Rowling, and her nana. She lives with her husband, daughter and cat in a house filled with books. Wesley James Ruined My Life is her first novel.
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