by Chelsea M. Cameron
by Chelsea M. Cameron
Children's librarian by day. Romance novelist by night.
British single father.
Someone else is writing this love story...
Blair Walton isn't your average curvaceous tattooed children's librarian. She's also one half of bestselling romance author, Scarlet Rose. Along with her BFF Raine, she spends her nights writing books so steamy, she's afraid they would shock her Southern conservative grandmother to death . . . if she knew about them. That's why she and Raine write in secret.
On deadline for their latest book and out of ideas, Raine suggests (demands) that Blair find a guy and "do some research". Declan Bennet has all the qualifications: He's British, looks fabulous in a suit, has glorious blue eyes and gets bonus points for being an amazing single dad to his adorable son, Drake. But what starts out as a research project quickly turns into something much more. And Blair's not the only one with secrets.
Check out my review of UnWritten here!
Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
Her New Adult Contemporary Romance titles include My Favorite Mistake, which has been bought by Harlequin along with a sequel, Deeper We Fall and Faster We Burn (April 20, 2013)
Her Young Adult books include Nocturnal, Nightmare and Neither, the first three books in The Noctalis Chronicles. The fourth and final book, Neverend will be out in 2013. Whisper, the first in The Whisper Trilogy is also available, with the second book in the series, Silence and the final book, LIsten coming out in 2014.
“We’re strapped for ideas and someone doesn’t want to do what we need to do to get the damn book done,” Raine said, jabbing her finger in my direction.
“I’m someone,” I said, raising my hand. “And Raine isn’t telling the story right. What she wants me to do is go out with a guy and sleep with him multiple times and then tell her all the dirty details so we can use it for book material.” Even Angie raised her eyebrows at that.
Raine made a sound of frustration.
“You’re the one that’s not telling it right. I want her to go out with a guy, who is interested in her, by the way. I’m a horrible friend that wants her to go out with a good-looking, rich, British guy and then maybe tell me about it afterwards. That’s all. I don’t think that’s crazy.” Angie looked from me to Raine and back.
“Well, if he’s rich and British, I’d say go for it. You can’t beat that combination. And if he’s good-looking to boot? Add hell to the yes.” Angie and Raine clinked their martini glasses together and then drained them.
“Barkeep, another round!” Angie said, pounding her fist on the wooden bar top.
“Don’t make me regret this,” Blue said, handing over two fresh drinks.
“Baby, I’ll make you regret you were ever born,” Angie said, grabbing his shirt and pulling his face close, as if to kiss him, but she pushed him back at the last second.
“Goddamn it, Ang.” He shook his head at her and went to deal with another customer. Angie just laughed and tipped her glass in his direction.
“Ah, I’m going to marry him someday.” She stared at his back for a moment and shifted her attention back to me and Raine.
“So, what are you going to do about the British hottie? One night stand? Relationship? What are you thinking?” Angie said. I downed the rest of my drink and Angie signaled for another. Blue came back over and fixed my drink, to the chagrin of several other people waiting. He just gave them a look and they shut up.
“I’m not thinking anything because nothing is happening.”