To
Catch a Star
Westerwald
Trilogy # 1
By:
Romy Summer
Releasing
September 25th,
2014
Harper:
Impulse
Blurb
‘A
fairy-tale romance to warm even the coldest of hearts.’ - Chloe’s
Chick Lit Reviews
Teresa
Adler is the ultimate Ice Princess, with a heart as frozen as the
winter landscape of her beloved home, Westerwald. All her life, she’s
belonged to the ‘inner circle’ of wealth, privilege and position.
Christian
Taylor: Heartthrob. Movie Star. Bad Boy. The mischievous actor sets
temperatures soaring in the picturesque baroque principality – and
with a wicked glint in his eye and a chip on his shoulder he sets his
sights on the one thing he’s told he can’t have. Teresa.
While
Tessa holds the ultimate clue to the secret of Christian’s
parentage, it is the heat of his touch that will make this Ice
Princess feel more alive than she ever has before…
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Excerpt;
He
crossed to the kitchenette, opening the fridge for a bottle of water.
Teresa turned away, straightening the items on the spotless kitchen
counter. “Is that how it always is? The same questions over and
over again? Don’t they have the imagination to come up with
anything original?”
“There
are a few rare interviewers with imagination. Ellen is always a
hoot.”
He
unscrewed the lid and leaned his hip against the kitchen counter
beside her, instantly aware of the static hum between their bodies.
For once he didn’t move away, didn’t send her off on some stupid
errand just to create a space between them. “If you were the one
asking the questions, what would you ask?”
The
corner of her mouth kicked up into a smile. “Before or after you
kick me out?”
“What
if I said I wouldn’t kick you out?”
She
held his gaze for a moment. God, but she had the most beautiful eyes
he’d ever seen, bluer than any sea or sky, with tiny silver flecks
that could turn her gaze to ice in a heartbeat.
“Ask
me anything,” he teased, at his most persuasive.
“Do
you know who your father is?”
“Anything
else.”
She
smiled, a slow, playful smile that did something to him he had never
experienced before. It took his breath away.
“Why
do you flirt with them all? Surely you know it raises their
expectations?”
“Does
it raise yours?”
She
pursed her lips, and the smile was gone. “What’s in it for you?”
It
gave him grim satisfaction that she hadn’t answered. “It gets me
fans.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the four
business cards that had been slipped to him. One with a heart
scrawled on it, another with a handwritten mobile number, the last
with a lipstick mark in scarlet, the exact shade worn by Susanne.
“And I’ll never be lonely. But that question was way too easy.
Try something harder.”
Her
gaze dropped to the cards in his hands. He fanned them out on the
counter, and set his hand a fraction of an inch away from hers,
deliberately provoking her. He only wished he was still shirtless.
The effect of bare male chest on her was priceless, almost as if
she’d never seen one before.
But
since stripping off would be too obvious, he settled for the next
best thing. He leaned closer, invading her space. With any other
woman, the lean-in would have been as natural as breathing. With
Teresa, the temperature seemed to go up a few degrees and her breath
stuttered. She leaned away, but in the tiny kitchenette there was no
place for her to go.
Her
long eyelashes fluttered and slowly her gaze lifted to meet his.
Though
she stood straight, though her expression remained cool and
self-possessed, up this close she couldn’t conceal what she was
feeling.
He’d
shaken her composure at last. As she shook his.
“Your
time’s nearly up. You get one more question.”
Her
gaze didn’t waver. “Who are you really, Christian Taylor?”
I am
whoever you want me to be. The flippant answer hovered on his tongue,
but he held it back. He was tired of trying to be all people to
everyone. For just this one moment, he wanted to be honest with
someone. He thought for a long moment before he answered.
“I’m
a chancer. I’ll take every opportunity that’s offered to me and
I’ll do anything if it benefits me.”
He’d
admitted as much the night they met. Then he’d said it to provoke
her. Now he said it because he meant it.
This
time there was no accusation in her expression, no judgment. She let
out a sigh, as if disappointed in him. “Why?”
“Because
I’m never going back to the boy I was.”
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