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.
Liam wrote an ah-mazing Love Note last year – trust me, you gotta read it!
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 two years ago?!? 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.
Oh…my…gawd…Liam is just SO amazing!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Elissa
When I was a kid, I was embarrassed by my parents. Don’t get me wrong, they were amazing people and I loved them, but every time I entered the room, I’d find them hugging, or kissing, or God forbid, full-on making out. To 11-year-old me, it was gross. Hell, even to teenage me.
I understood they loved each other and everything, but did they have to be all over each other like that? Didn’t they have enough time behind closed doors to get that stuff out of their system?
One day, I caught them making out in the kitchen, and my father pulled me out into the backyard when I groaned in disgust. He wasn’t angry, but he was wearing his serious face.
“Liam,” he said to me. “I know you don’t like seeing your Ma and me getting romantic with each other, but let me tell you story. The very first day I saw your Ma, I felt something. Something strange and new, that curled my insides into knots.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said with my best insolent 14-year-old eye-roll. “You saw her on the subway and rode way past your stop to spend time with her. I’ve heard the story a million times, Pa.”
“Yes, you have. You know that I didn’t have the courage to get her number before she got off the train, and that I didn’t end up seeing her again for six years. But there are parts of this story you don’t know.”
“Like what?”
“Like that I rode that same train at the same time for over a year, hoping to catch sight of her again. Or that after a while, I became depressed because I knew your Ma was the one for me and I feared I’d have to go through my whole life never again feeling the way I felt about her.”
At the time, I didn’t understand how devastating that would have felt for Dad. My experience with girls at high school was limited to hook ups at parties, and none of them had left much of an impression, so even though Dad was opening up to me, I clearly had no idea what he was trying to say.
Nevertheless, Dad smiled patiently and said, “You know there are people in the world who’ve beat cancer, right? And those that have had near-death experiences? Like, they died and then came back?” I nodded. “Well, after they go through something like that, they learn to not take life for granted. They realize that every day is a gift, and they need to value each precious moment with their loved ones.”
I nodded again, but Dad could see I was getting impatient with the conversation. He squeezed my shoulder. “I know you won’t understand this yet, but when I found your Ma again, I felt like a dead man who’d been given a second chance. My heart re-started, and it was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt. That day, I thanked God for the gift of her, and promised on my life that I would never take her love for granted. So, lad, whenever you see Ma and me canoodling, instead of groaning in disgust, you should be grateful.”
“For what?” I asked like a total smartass. “That you guys met and had such an awesome and handsome son?”
He leaned forward and whispered, “No. Be grateful that I’m only doing a fraction of the things I truly want to do to her whenever we’re together.”
Of course, that made me gag, which in turn made Dad laughed so loudly, Ma came outside to see what all the commotion was about.
For years, I forgot all about that conversation, but the night I met you, it all came rushing back. The moment you looked into my eyes, I knew exactly what he meant when he said his insides curled into knots. I knew how he felt when Ma walked off that train and out of his life, because that’s exactly how I felt the day I left you. And I absolutely knew how he felt when he said he lived like a dead man for the years they were apart.
I was dead without you, Liss. And yeah, I realize that sounds melodramatic, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I walked and talked and had the appearance of life, but I was surviving, not living.
All that changed the second when I saw you again. I’d resigned myself to living with only half a heart, but there you were, the other half of me, standing right there, just as perfect as you’d always been. I knew in that moment that there was no way I could go back to living without you. And like Dad, I promise I will never take your love for granted.
By now, I bet you’re wondering why I’m telling you this rambling story on Valentine’s Day. Well, the reason is this: I’m not my father. He might have the restraint of a monk around my mother, but I’m completely unable to control myself around you. Therefore, I won’t be doing a fraction of things I want to do to you tonight. I’ll be doing all of them.
I know you’ll get this letter and the accompanying flowers before you meet me for dinner, so I wanted to make sure you understood how this night is going to go. First, you’re going to wear a dress, and you’re going to forget to wear underwear. (This is not optional. If you wear panties, I’m going to tear them off you in the middle of the restaurant. Have no doubt.)
Second, bring your game face. The table cloths at Moda are long. Perfect for hiding the fact I’m going to have my hand between your legs during the entree. Make no mistake, I’m going to make you come, but you need to keep your face on lockdown. And no moaning. That’s a dead giveaway.
Third, I will be escorting you from the table just before dessert and dragging you into the VIP bathroom, where I intend on fucking you until you can’t stand up. Even thinking about it is making me hard. Being inside you is, without a doubt, the most incredible experience I’ve ever known.
After you walk back to the table on unsteady legs, we’ll eat dessert, pay our check, and then head home where I intend on making you come all over again. Several times.
I hope I’ve been clear.
The thing is, Liss, I’m irrevocably and completely in love with you, and because I know what it’s like to live without you, I’m never going to take your love, or your body for granted. Tonight, I intend to prove that, over and over again.
Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll see you soon.
All my love,
Liam. x
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.)
