Given the options of being an overpaid assistant to a famous British rock band on the verge of making it huge in America or staying home to work three menial jobs to take care of a brother who has outgrown the need for her, Willa Reynolds’s decision is obvious: her brother might need her again eventually, and she’ll stick around until that happens.
When you love someone, you don’t leave. She learned that the hard way from her mom. Granted, Willa’s dream of being hired as a photographer for music magazine Offstage is a long shot when the only people she mingles with are the customers that come into the coffee shop, but she’ll think of something.
But when her brother announces he’s going to college and practically shoves her out the door, and the rock star in question sweetens the deal by offering to pay her even more and giving her the opportunity to build her photography portfolio in the process . . . Willa has to admit that it seems like the universe is sending her a message.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralThis is a newly released book so I don't have sale data. The book is absolutely a joy to read with a bunch of wonderful characters readers will fall in love with. The interactions between Willa and her found family are delightful and heartwarmingly entertaining.
Leaving me with Jimmy Standish.
I squared my shoulders and stood taller, projecting the air of someone who’d done this a million times—or at least more times than never. “Right. Let’s get started. Will anyone else be joining us?”
He frowned, then his face cleared. “Oh, you mean the lads?”
“Mmhm. Exactly. The lads.”
“From the band…?” He prompted with a wicked smile.
“Corporate! I knew as soon as I walked in, obviously. I was just, uh, flustered. Because I’m such a huge fan, Mr. Standish.”
His full-on smile lit up the room. My fingers itched to get to my camera, and he wasn’t even trying. “Ooh, you are the most adorable girl!” He swung his feet to the ground. “Never call me Mr. Standish again. It’s Jimmy. You are a terrible liar, but I appreciate the effort to protect my ego.”
“I’m older than eighteen,” I pointed out. “You must have meant to say ‘woman.’”
He approached me, beaming and holding my hand for a long moment as he loomed over me. It should have been intimidating, but it wasn’t.
“The other two aren’t here yet. I’m here doing a press tour before the real tour. It’s our manager’s idea, not mine. Hawk’s an asshole, but since he’s an asshole with great business sense, we usually listen to him anyway. I want us to sell out this entire tour, and we’re close, Willa. You can help me get there.”
Even close-up, he was beautiful. His skin was perfect. Like he was lit from the inside.
I was studying him, but he didn’t care since he was studying me at the same time. “Adorable,” he said again.
