Ariane Michaelson is always the quiet girl in the room, the one that her kooky mother and three sisters lovingly call the wallflower. After graduating from college she finds it more than a little difficult to find the graphic design job of her dream...or any job, really. She’s more than given up on painting, and a terrible run-in with her twin sister’s fiancé makes each day harder to keep a life altering secret.
Liam Ashdown was just the moody small town nobody, with one friend and a busted pickup—until he moved to LA. Spotted by famous actor and producer Michael Jennings during a late night shift at the bar, Liam is transformed seemingly overnight into Tinsel Town’s hottest bad boy. The life Liam once knew is turned upside down with models and mayhem...and there isn’t much down time in-between.
The only thing that keeps him sane is the paintings. Beautiful ocean portraits that remind him of home, painted years ago by some friend of a friend.
What he wouldn’t give to know her. To tell her that her art saves him everyday.
The engagement of his childhood friend, Todd, brings him back home to Craryville, to deal with a drug-addicted mother and an ailing grandmother. But it also brings him hope—somewhere in the bridal party is the woman who has been his calm and respite in the storm of fame.
The only question is, can she save him?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralThis book has sold about 150 copies since it started selling less than a month ago. It's been very succesful, hovering around the 10,000-30,000 range. I have given out a lot of copies for review, so I imagine this number will grow exponentially.
Ariane read the email one more time just to be sure she was seeing things right. It was just so curt and nonchalant that she could hardly believe it was real.
Barcelona’s great! BTW, I know it’s been hard to set a time to chat—sorry. I’ve been thinking for a while that we should see other people. Let me know what you think!
Drew
Ariane could feel the tears well up in her eyes as she moved between the email and Drew’s profile picture on Facebook, his arms around two svelte girls in bikinis, grinning broadly at the camera as the waves lapped at their bare heels.
She looked down at her own wide chest and her hips, which were spread out against her chair, making them appear to be twice as large as they were. She had come to accept her curves and even like them, but she wondered suddenly if Drew had always wanted her to be different, smaller.
Or maybe that wasn’t even it. Maybe she never even had a chance because he wanted a girl that spoke to him like her voice was made of music, foreign and entrancing and filled with all the mysticism she assumed American girls just couldn’t have.
She whimpered and dropped her head on the keyboard as she fought back the tears.
You were only dating him for five months anyway, get yourself together! she scolded herself. But even still, as she peeked up at the picture at his adorable grin and tanned skin, she couldn’t help but feel like she had lost the guy that could have been the one.
And the only thing that she had written back so far was a bunch of random letters and symbols, courtesy of her forehead.
Which, she realized as her heart sank in her chest, she had accidentally sent to him.
“No!” she cried, wishing more than anything that she could take it back. “Delete! Delete!”
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Mariagrazia Cerullo
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