

Beschreibung
Informationen zum Autor Elissa Sussman is the bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask and three young adult novels . She received her BA from Sarah Lawrence College and her MFA from Pacific University and lives in her hometown of Los Angeles with her family...Informationen zum Autor Elissa Sussman is the bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask and three young adult novels . She received her BA from Sarah Lawrence College and her MFA from Pacific University and lives in her hometown of Los Angeles with her family. Klappentext As fun and frothy as a Britney concert mashed up with a musical comedy . . . warm, engrossing, and satisfying in every way. Entertainment Weekly From the bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask comes a pitch-perfect second chance romance with off-the-charts tension and chemistry (Carley Fortune, author of Every Summer After ). A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: Entertainment Weekly, NPR, PopSugar Then . Katee Rose is living the dream as America's number one pop star, caught in a whirlwind of sold-out concerts, screaming fans, and constant tabloid coverage. Everyone wants to know everything about her and her boyfriend, Ryan LaNeve, the hottest member of adored boy band CrushZone. Katee loves to perform but hates the impossible demands of stardom. Maybe that's why she finds herself in the arms of another CrushZone member, Cal Kirby. Quiet, serious Cal, who's always been a good friend to Katee, is suddenly Cal with the smoldering eyes and very good hands. One unforgettable night is all it takes to blow up Katee's relationship with Ryan, her career, her whole life. Now. Kathleen Rosenberg is okay with her ordinary existence and leaving her pop star image in the past. That is, until Cal Kirby shows up with the opportunity of her dreamsa starring role in the Broadway show he's directing and a chance to perform, the way she's always wanted. The two haven't spoken since the joint destruction of their careers, and each of them blames the other, making their reunion a tense battle of wits and egos. Kathleen reluctantly agrees to the musical, as long as she keeps her guard up around Cal. But rehearsals are long, those eyes still smolder, and those hands are still very good. Despite everything, Kathleen can't deny the chemistry between them. Is it ever a good idea to reignite old flames? Especially if you've been burned in the past? Leseprobe Chapter 1 I'd made a terrible mistake. Well, two terrible mistakes. The first was agreeing to the lunch. The second was not insisting that Harriet and I arrive together. We would have been late, because Harriet was always late, but it would have been better than being early, which I was because I was always early. Cal too, apparently. He was already seated when the waitress escorted me back. He glanced up as I approached. Three mistakes. The grainy headshot that the trades used whenever he was mentioned was at least five years old, and now that he was here, eyes locked with mine, it was clear that photo hardly did him justice. He stood and seemed to go up and up and up. Had he always been this tall? His clothes fit well. He had a five o'clock shadow that had arrived just in time. His hair was artfully tousled. I imagined him driving through Brooklyn in a convertible with mirrored sunglasses, causing everyone to stop and stare. Kathleen Rosenberg, he said. And then there was his voice. I'd forgottenworked hard to forgetjust how f***ing good it was. How deep and resonant. God. I felt it in my toes and my fingertips. Well, well, well, I said. If it isn't Calvin Tyler Kirby. His cheek twitched, but his politefakesmile didn't falter. He hated being referred to by all three names. Which was exactly the point. Cal should consider himself lucky that I wasn't using his even more loathed nickname. In fact, he should consider himself lucky that I showed up here in the first place. The last time we'd seen each other, he...
Autorentext
Elissa Sussman is the bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask and three young adult novels*.* She received her BA from Sarah Lawrence College and her MFA from Pacific University and lives in her hometown of Los Angeles with her family.
Klappentext
“As fun and frothy as a Britney concert mashed up with a musical comedy . . . warm, engrossing, and satisfying in every way.”—Entertainment Weekly
From the bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask comes “a pitch-perfect second chance romance with off-the-charts tension and chemistry” (Carley Fortune, author of Every Summer After).
A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: Entertainment Weekly, NPR, PopSugar
Then. Katee Rose is living the dream as America’s number one pop star, caught in a whirlwind of sold-out concerts, screaming fans, and constant tabloid coverage. Everyone wants to know everything about her and her boyfriend, Ryan LaNeve, the hottest member of adored boy band CrushZone. Katee loves to perform but hates the impossible demands of stardom. Maybe that’s why she finds herself in the arms of another CrushZone member, Cal Kirby. Quiet, serious Cal, who’s always been a good friend to Katee, is suddenly Cal with the smoldering eyes and very good hands. One unforgettable night is all it takes to blow up Katee’s relationship with Ryan, her career, her whole life.
Now. Kathleen Rosenberg is okay with her ordinary existence and leaving her pop star image in the past. That is, until Cal Kirby shows up with the opportunity of her dreams—a starring role in the Broadway show he’s directing and a chance to perform, the way she’s always wanted. The two haven’t spoken since the joint destruction of their careers, and each of them blames the other, making their reunion a tense battle of wits and egos. Kathleen reluctantly agrees to the musical, as long as she keeps her guard up around Cal. But rehearsals are long, those eyes still smolder, and those hands are still very good. Despite everything, Kathleen can’t deny the chemistry between them. Is it ever a good idea to reignite old flames? Especially if you’ve been burned in the past?
Leseprobe
Chapter 1
I'd made a terrible mistake.
Well, two terrible mistakes.
The first was agreeing to the lunch. The second was not insisting that Harriet and I arrive together. We would have been late, because Harriet was always late, but it would have been better than being early, which I was because I was always early.
Cal too, apparently.
He was already seated when the waitress escorted me back. He glanced up as I approached.
Three mistakes.
The grainy headshot that the trades used whenever he was mentioned was at least five years old, and now that he was here, eyes locked with mine, it was clear that photo hardly did him justice.
He stood and seemed to go up and up and up. Had he always been this tall?
His clothes fit well. He had a five o’clock shadow that had arrived just in time. His hair was artfully tousled. I imagined him driving through Brooklyn in a convertible with mirrored sunglasses, causing everyone to stop and stare.
“Kathleen Rosenberg,” he said.
And then there was his voice. I’d forgotten—worked hard to forget—just how f***ing good it was. How deep and resonant.
God. I felt it in my toes and my fingertips.
“Well, well, well,” I said. “If it isn’t Calvin Tyler Kirby.”
His cheek twitched, but his polite—fake—smile didn’t falter.
He hated being referred to by all three names. Which was exactly the point.
Cal should consider himself lucky that I wasn’t using his even more loathed nickname.
In fact, he should consider himself lucky that I showed up here in the first place. The last time we’d seen each other, he’d called me a “mistake” and I’d told him to get the f*** out of my life.
He’d obliged.
My feelings about him hadn’t changed, but circumstances had. And I’d promised Harriet I’d hear…
