Can You Keep A Summer Secret? 👀

It's official: I'm back!

I've waited almost three years to write those words, and now I finally get to tell you all that Summer of Our True Colours is LIVE and out in the world for everyone to read, whether it be through Kindle Unlimited or via one of the two insanely gorgeous paperbacks we've put out there for this story—one with the beautiful male model cover, and one for the more discreet, poolside/beach read we all love to sink our teeth into. If you haven't already seen them all over my socials, here they are in all their glory.

Look how pretty they are!

Which one is your favourite? I just love the colours on the alternative cover, but I also love the eye candy. No matter which way you go, everyone is a winner with these two stunning paperbacks.

I know it's been such a long wait for everyone, but I can assure you that Phoebe and Henry's story is some of my best work yet, and I cannot tell you how much I adore this unlikely couple. Their romance has not only brought my creative spark back to life, but the feels they gave me while writing them has inspired so much more to come in the next few months, too. Things I can't quite tell you about yet, but I promise, they'll be just as good.

In the meantime, let me spoil you with some SOOTC goodness below. This enemies to lovers, secret fling, forbidden romance is the perfect beach read. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

As always, your unwavering support means the world to me, and I'm so thankful to anyone who chooses to pick up one of my books and turn the first page to take a chance on it.

Much love,

Vic xoxo

SUMMER OF OUR TRUE COLOURS EXCERPT:

“What the hell was that?” she eventually snapped.

“Didn’t realise I had to state the obvious but, okay, yeah. I just saved your arse.”

“Right,” she said, swallowing carefully, the action making her delicate neck hold my attention for a beat too long. “And while I appreciate that part of it, the attitude afterwards I could live without.”

All I could do was stare into her eyes, wondering how she’d managed to create a whole new hue of blue I’d never seen before. My silence made her uncomfortable, but she had no idea how much worse my words would be.

I had no talent for speaking. Only destruction.

“Are we back to the silent treatment now?” she asked before practically growling, “You’re beyond infuriating.”

“A simple thank you will do.”

“You make it hard to say thank you, Henry.”

The mere mention of my name passing her lips was like a slap to the face.

Fuck, I hated it. I hated it because it sounded too good. Most people in my life called me Cohen now, and that I could handle. It kept me detached. It kept me inconsequential. The only people to call me Henry in that tone within the last decade had been my parents, but Henry falling from Phoebe’s mouth felt like something else. Something I couldn’t explain, making it too tempting to ask her to say it again and let me watch more intently as she wrapped her lips around my name.

I balled my hands into fists by my side and tried to ignore the racing of my pulse as I stared into her eyes, somehow full of both innocence and fire. To the rest of the world, she could pass for being a gentle soul, but if you got close enough to her like this, you could see that little flame flickering in the background, waiting to erupt and cause chaos.

“Look.” She sighed, breaking the silence. “I don’t know what your deal is or why you seem to want to be so combative with me all the time but, yes, thank you for getting my purse back. I appreciate it. Really. But if you’re just going to continue to treat me like crap every time you’re around me, I’d rather us try and avoid each other as much as possible for the rest of the holiday. I didn’t fly thousands of miles away from all my shit back home to come face to face with new shit here, and I—”

“What shit?” I cut in.

She blinked several times. “Excuse me?”

“What shit did you leave back home?”

She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what I was asking, and honestly, neither could I, but curiosity got the better of me, and there we had it.

“Are you serious? You’re really asking me that?” She huffed out a humourless laugh.

“What business is that of yours?”

“Probably none, but if you didn’t want me to know, you shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“God, you’re a real… Grr.” She shook her head, and I hated the way she looked at me, but I couldn’t blame her for being frustrated. I frustrated the shit out of myself, too.

While shoving my hands into the pockets of my black swim shorts to stop myself from doing anything stupid, I let out a sigh of my own and watched as she struggled to get her thoughts in order.

“Phoebe?” I said as calmly as I could.

“What?”

“You’re welcome.” And God help me, I couldn’t stop the small smirk that tugged at the corner of my mouth.

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