When Cassie Taylor met Ethan Holt at acting school, sparks flew. She was the good girl actress. He was the bad boy about campus. But one fated casting choice for Romeo and Juliet changed it all. Like the characters they were playing, Cassie and Ethan’s romance seemed destined. Until he broke her heart and betrayed her trust. Now the A-list heartthrob is back in her life and turning her world around. One touch at a time.
Cast as romantic leads once again, they’re forced to confront raw memories of the heartbreaking lows and pulse-pounding highs of their secret college affair. But they’ll also discover that people who rub each other the wrong way often make the best sparks
Did you see Ethan’s Love Note from last year?!? GAH!!! I love this man!!!
Despite destroying Cassie Taylor twice before, Ethan Holt now wants another chance, but how can she possibly take him back knowing it could all go to hell again? And yet, knowing how much she still loves him, how can she not?
Second chances are hard to come by. Third chances, even more so.
Shakespeare once wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” Next to that quote, he should have included a picture of Cassie and Ethan.
And get ready for the next book in the Starcrossed Series…
Release Date: May 3, 2016
Liam Quinn is talented, gorgeous, and one of the biggest movie stars in the world.He’s also the only man Elissa Holt has ever truly loved.
After being out of her life for six years, he and his gorgeous fiancé are set to star in the new Broadway show Elissa is stage managing. The only trouble is, when late night rehearsals bring Elissa and Liam together, the line between what is and what could have been gets blurred, and one moment of weakness will create a scandal that echoes around the world.
Elissa knows that falling for Liam again would be a tragedy in the making, but as any good romantic will tell you, love doesn’t always follow the script.
I cannot even handle my love for Ethan – he defies amazing!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
To My Darling Cassie,
So here’s the thing: I freaking hate Valentine’s Day. You know this about me. I mean, it’s ridiculous. Everywhere you go, it looks like a unicorn ate Cupid and then threw up everywhere. And really, why the hell do people think they need all that tacky crap to prove their love? If they love each other – really love each other – the proof of their love is in every gesture, every word. It would be obvious every time they looked into each other’s eyes.
And that’s why I don’t want you to get me anything this year. I know you always struggle to buy me gifts because, ‘Men are so difficult to buy for!’ (*insert exasperated hand gestures + eye roll*), so seriously, forget about it. Please. I don’t need a thing from you to know how much you love me. I see it every day.
I see it in the mornings, when you sit on the edge of the tub so you can talk to me as you watch me shave.
I see it when we’re in a cinema, and you spend more time watching me than you do watching the movie.
I see it every night on stage, when your character slips for a few seconds, and all of a sudden, Cassie is staring at me with love and lust, and it’s all I can do to keep reciting my lines and not drag you off into the wings for an indecent public display.
I see it when we me make love – in those slow, quiet moments when your eyes fill with tears because what you’re feeling is too big for your body.
I see when you touch me, the awe and wonder of your skin against mine, and how the briefest caress has the power to bring both of us to our knees.
But most of all, I see it in those furtive glances you give when you think I can’t feel your eyes on me. Newsflash: I can always feel your eyes on me, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. It’s like my superpower. Even when you’re across the room and there are hundreds of people between us, I feel it. The tingles across my skin. The warmth in my chest. It’s like I’m mainlining your love, because for some unfathomable reason, you always look at me as if I’m a miracle of nature, and you can’t believe I exist.
Oh, the irony. That the woman who forced me to pull my head out of my ass and finally man-up to be what she deserves should look at me like I’m too good to be true? It boggles my mind.
The only reason I’m worth a damn is because of you, Cassie. Because you loved me enough to call me on my bullshit. To not tolerate my asshole-ishness. To hold close all the parts of me I considered toxic and unloveable, and love me enough to tell me they were beautiful and perfect.
(But realistically, there’s nothing more beautiful and perfect than you. Nothing and no one, in this world or any other.)
You’re my soul mate, Cassie. My lover. My therapist. My chief ass-kicker, and my best friend. You’re the reason I wake up every morning, and you’re the last thing I think about every night.
You’re my Venus. My Juliet. My Cassie. And that’s going to be true whether or not you spend hundreds of dollars on crappy Valentine’s Day gifts or not. So please, just don’t.
There’s a famous poem which says we all experience two births: one when we leave our mother and first glimpse light, and another when two destined souls unite. I’d agree with that. I didn’t start living until I met you, and I intend on reminding you of that for the rest of our lives.
So, on this Valentine’s Day, let me just say this – I love you with all my heart. I worship you with all I have. And I can’t wait to stand in front of everyone we hold dear, and pledge myself to you forever.
I hope that’s a sufficient demonstration of my love.
Yours, always,
Ethan x
PS. There’s also a truckload of long-stemmed red roses and lingerie headed to your apartment, so just a heads up for that. I’ll be there soon. 🙂
Writing has always been a passion for Leisa, and even though she originally intended to be an actress, it wasn’t long into her time at drama school that she began writing plays.
Those plays were bad. Very bad. Well, her friends thought they were good, but that’s because they were always cast in them and any opportunity to be on stage was met with an obnoxious amount of enthusiasm.
Since then, she’s honed her craft, and several of her plays have been produced and toured throughout Australia.
These days, playwriting has given way to fiction writing, and Leisa’s debut novel, BAD ROMEO, will be available in a worldwide release through Macmillan Publishing in December 2014.
Leisa lives in Australia with her husband, two little boys, three cats, and a kangaroo named Howard.
(Howard may or may not be her imaginary marsupial friend. Everyone should have one.)
Love this series! !!