Author: Isabella White
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date 15 October 2018
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
Description: The movie “Nottinghill” with a dash of flames.
World-renowned author Rebecca Finlay seems to have it all—award-winning books, fame and fortune—but her reality is bleaker than the public eye sees. Widowed three years ago, she tries to juggle her celebrity status while raising her two teenagers. She never thought she’ find love again, until she meets Jack Priestly.
There are only three things Jack Priestly loves—his restaurant The Boathouse, his family, and his ordinary, private life. But when celebrity author Rebecca Finlay walks into his life with her beauty and the constant flash of cameras, he starts to fall, and hard. She is everything his heart has ever desired, everything he thought he’d never have again, but he struggles to accept the fame that goes hand in hand with who she is. Will he find a way to deal with the limelight that surrounds her, or will it drive them apart?
More contemporary romance novels will follow in the near feature. The what if novels that will go together with the 4Ever series, and a brand new title called From a Jack to a King will be available in 2018.
“I’m so sorry, Becks. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Mona stood in her hotel room with a sniffing and coughing Jonathan, clutching a blanket.
“Stop apologizing. Just move the meeting to a place where Jonathan can play.”
Mervyn gaped at her. “Just like that? You want to sign a contract at some hobo place?”
“Family restaurants aren’t hobo places. What the hell is wrong with you lately? You have a stick up your ass?”
His face fell. Becky hated it when Mervyn acted snobby over restaurants that catered to kids. They were people, too. Hopefully one day he’d want a child; then he’d come begging for a character reference to adopt.
“You do know we’re meeting with the executives of FireQuill Studios, right?”
“Yes, and I am a normal person with a kid problem.”
“You are not normal, Becky. You are Rebecca-fucking-Finlay. And you don’t have a kid problem. She does.” He pointed at Mona.
Mona playfully snapped her teeth at the finger Mervyn pointed in her face.
Unmoved, he said, “Lesley is not going to love this one.”
“Then she can find herself another client. I’m sure there are plenty of firms that would love to take me on.”
“Ouch! Momma bear is on fire,” Mona sang.
“Be glad she’s Rebecca Finlay, girl. This would not fly with anyone else.”
“I’m with Becks. Take that plank out of your ass, Fancy Pants.”
“Enough,” Becky warned. “The two of you are worse than a couple of five-year-olds. Mervyn, it’ll be fine. The ‘hobo restaurant’ will just have to do for today. Mona, make the arrangements, and please don’t let anyone find out I’ll be there. I’m not ready to deal with cameras.”
“FireQuill Studios is not going to love this.”
“Fuck FireQuill Studios. If they don’t understand, maybe they’re not the right production company.”
Mervyn rolled his eyes. “Whatever you want, Your Highness.”
Becky frowned. “Stop that. That was the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever written about me.”
“You are that good, Rebecca,” Mervyn protested. “That article was as good as being crowned the Queen of England…without the big-ass castle.”
“Not really,” she said.
“You’re not even going to try and embrace the nickname, are you?”
“No, because it’s a dumbass title. I’m only an author who loves telling her stories.”
“Your stories are the shit, though,” Mona added.
“And that is all I want.”
“Oh, stop. You love the money, too. ”
“Buying whatever Zach and Chloë want. Don’t try to deny it.”
Becky’s face fell. She sighed. “If only money could buy the things I truly want for my children.”
“Is something wrong with them?” Mona asked.
“They’re teenagers. It’s probably normal not to want anything to do with me.”
“Yeah,” Mervyn agreed. “That’s teenagers, pretty much. Although…you can always bribe them.”
“It doesn’t work! But maybe I just wasn’t strong enough.”
“Everything will work out fine, Becks.” Mona rubbed her back. “You’ll see.”
“I hope so.” She gave Mona a small smile.
Mervyn clapped. “It’s time to get you dressed for the hobo restaurant. Even if they don’t deserve Rebecca Finlay, you still have to look worth every penny.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do I really have to?”
“Yes, it’s a must. And I have just the number that will go with those dreamy legs of yours, and fit the hobo restaurant vibe. We don’t want you to stick out like a sore thumb,” he said, sticking his finger in Becky’s face. “Even though you deserve to stand out. I just don’t think the hobo restaurant is the right occasion for that.”