A #Lovestruck Novel
“You’ve done better.”
With one uncharacteristically sassy tweet to her longtime celebrity crush, Zoe Miller’s life turns upside down. Ultrahot A-lister Chase Covington doesn’t just respond to Zoe’s tweet, he does the unthinkable: he messages Zoe directly. Now she must decide between walking away or meeting her crush in person.
Chase knows better than to trust anyone from the Internet, but Zoe’s saucy challenge has totally caught his interest—and her girl-next-door personality is keeping it. He’s been burned enough to know he needs to keep his heart close. But his feelings for Zoe might be a lot more than just an online flirtation. He just has to convince her…
When the press gets wind of Zoe and Chase’s secret relationship, their romance turns into tabloid headlines. Will they be able to hold on to their Hollywood love story?
Read an Excerpt:
“My mom is home. You have to go. Right now.”
While my mother had matured over the last eleven years since she’d married Duncan, I didn’t want her to meet Chase and get all fangirl and weird and talking about her own brush with fame. It was humiliating enough in school; the last thing I wanted was for him to find out.
But he wasn’t budging. I pushed against him again, and it was like trying to move a brick wall. A hot, muscular, well-defined brick wall, but still. “I’m serious. You have to go.”
“Are you embarrassed by me?” he asked in a voice that was both bewildered and amused. But at least he finally took a step back. I grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him into the living room. I grabbed his jacket off of the couch and started shoving him toward my mom’s bedroom in the very back of the house.
“That’s not it. It’s…difficult to explain.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be in trouble for having a boy over while you’re babysitting?”
“You just need to leave.” I opened one of the windows and pulled out the screen, dropping it on the ground. I’d put it back later. I indicated that he should use the exit I’d just provided.
“Do you seriously want me to climb out a window?”
I heard the door from the garage to the kitchen open and then shut. My mom called out, “Zoe?”
Frantic, I started pushing him, trying to force him out. He laughed quietly but did give in. “I’m going, I’m going. But you have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Whatever,” I said.
He sat down on the windowsill, hanging one leg over the ledge. His attention was drawn to the massive poster that hung over my mother’s bed. It hadn’t even occurred to me to try and block his view or take it down. “Is that your mom?”
That stupid picture had made my life miserable for years. I would have kept it from him if I could.
My mother called my name again. It sounded like she was coming down the hallway.
I was about ready to throw all my weight against him. “Yes, it’s my mom. Now go!”
Laughing, he swung both legs through the open window and jumped the three feet to the ground, landing easily. Then he made a dramatic, Shakespearean-type bow. “’Til next we meet, my lady.”