The Last Thing by briana gaitan

The Last Thing is a novel all about love, Hollywood, and accepting what life throws at you even if it is the last thing you want.

The last thing

Plagued by past mistakes in both love and life, Quinn Bardot is in a bad place. With nowhere else to turn, she escapes to LA clinging to the promise of a fresh start. 

Chase Crowley is known for being selfish and unbelievably persistent. All he's ever wanted is to become a successful actor. But now that he is about to have it all, he finds that something is still missing. Money and fame isn't what he expected.

After a fervent encounter, the two of them are thrown into a situation that neither is prepared for. Can Quinn extinguish her fears and let Chase in? Can Chase learn to put someone else's needs before his own?

Genre: FICTION / Romance / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Contemporary Women

Language: English

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Word Count: 60k

Sales info:

The Last Thing is an Amazon bestseller in New Adult Romance, Coming of Age, Contemp. Romance, and multicultural. 

The book has been a feautured Romance at Amazon.com

 


Sample text:

(opening 1500 words)

“Don’t leave me, Bash!”

I opened my eyes to the sound of the airline attendant shuffling her way down the aisle.

 Oh crap, did I just scream that out loud?

 My hands clutched at my rapidly beating heart, knocking my elbow into the stranger sitting next to me. The little girl scowled and looked up from her tablet. 

 “Ouch! What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry. Just—Just a bad dream,” I told her still struggling to control my breathing. She huffed loudly and set her tablet in her lap before pulling out her earbuds.

“People are staring you know.”

That only fueled my anxiety. I leaned forward and rested my head on the seat in front of me.

Pull it together, Quinn. You can do this.

I took a deep slow breath as the flight attendant announced that we were about to land. Within a minute, I calmed down enough to buckle my seatbelt.

“You slept the entire trip by the way. We’re almost there.”

“No shit,” I mumbled. How did I get stuck sitting next to a chatterbox?

“Whatever.”

I sighed, I was always cranky when I awoke. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” My apology was half-assed, but this girl couldn’t be any older than ten. What was she doing on a plane all by herself anyway?

 

 

 


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