Today we are celebrating the release of #1 MUSE by T. Gephart! This is a contemporary romance, standalone title that you won't want to miss!
This novel is part of T. Gephart's #1 Series.
Synopsis:
Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way.
Sure, she didn’t have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty pleasure—writing fan-fiction.
Getting lost in her own world, she’d forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream man—Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense. Too bad he wasn’t aware or an active participant—her fictional love life, outstanding.
Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a famous last name—and four equally smoldering brothers—but was talented beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and face were what fantasy scripts—and dreams—were made of. Made for some pretty steamy writing opportunities too.
And yes, it was probably “wrong” for Claire to objectify him, but it wasn’t like anyone knew about it. Just her, and her two amazing, supportive roommates.
Or at least they were amazing and supportive, and bound to be missed after Claire killed them.
In a moment of unexplained insanity, one of them —or both, each as bad as the other—sent her latest installments to the man himself.
Cue panic of epic proportions.
All Claire needed to do was sneak into his apartment and retrieve the misappropriated story before Nick, or anyone else, read it and mistook her for a creepy stalker. Although, breaking and entering probably wouldn’t convince anyone to the contrary either.
Claire was going to get the best material of her life, or end up with a restraining order. Either way, the story was getting a hell of lot more interesting.
#1 MUSE by T. Gephart (#1 Series, #5)
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Excerpt:
The
End.
Those
words sent a shiver down my spine every time I wrote them. Usually they were
preceded by FADE OUT, but every once in a while, those last two little words
were just for me.
Writing
fan fic was never going to win me an Academy Award. It wasn’t going
to earn me the respect of my peers or give me the recognition I craved in the
industry I loved. It didn’t even
pay the bills. But when I opened up that blank document—without the limitations
of a script—it was
like hitting a reset button.
It was
my dirty little secret.
My
guilty pleasure.
Just for
me.
Don’t get
me wrong, I loved writing screenplays. I loved the feeling of molding an idea
and playing God with all the characters. Controlling their destiny with the
ultimate goal of seeing it play out on a screen, but that wasn’t as
easy as it sounded. The pressure sometimes made it worse. Which was why my “private” writing
felt soooooo good. Zero pressure, and I still got to
play God.
And if
I thought there was any chance I could parlay my pages of nonsense into
anything remotely resembling a book, I’d have
hit the publish button months ago. Lord knows I could use the money. But a
novelist, I was not.
My
characters weren’t mainstream enough, and my storylines often
ridiculous—who cared,
not like anyone else was going to read them. But more to the point, most, if
not all of them, were literary daydreams that allowed me to fantasize
about the hottest guy on earth.
Nick
Larsson.
The man
was so hot it was absurd. He was tall—six-foot-something delicious—with a body better suited
to an athlete than an actor. Even his hair was hot; a rebellious mess of
just-fucked-tresses that looked like a perfect mix of I-don’t-care
and I’m-on-the-cover-of-GQ. And those eyes—luminous pools of warm
wood brown that had the power to make you forget your first name.
I
chuckled, feeling my skin heat at just the thought of him. He didn’t even
seem to know how hot he was, striding through life like he hadn’t
appropriated more than his share of sexiness from the rest of the male
population.
I’d had
the pleasure—and
really, there was no better word—of meeting Nick when I was a writer’s
assistant five years ago. He’d
played a bartender on an episode of the series I was working on and never had “what
can I get you to drink” ever sounded as good as
it did coming out of his mouth.
Of
course, I introduced myself, smiling slightly inappropriately while trying to
think of a good way to ask him out. Suggesting a drink seemed cheesy, and I was
attempting to think of something witty and clever to say when he was whisked
off by the director. I was gutted by the loss of opportunity, scouring the call
sheets to see if he was going to make a reappearance. And thankfully, I was
given a second chance, Hot Barman bringing sexy back, two
episodes later.
I’d spent
the morning following one of those ridiculous YouTube makeup
tutorials that used fifty different types of beauty products just to make you
look fresh faced and natural. Quick, flawless routine—my ass.
Tamed my long hair into a cute messy bun that had
taken me almost an hour to perfect and thrown on a dress and heels that were
bound to get a raised eyebrow when I waltzed into work.
There
wasn’t a chance in hell I was walking away this time
without at least a number, a date—the ultimate objective. Of course, that was
before I found out the studio had cancelled the series overnight. So not only
was I not going
to see Nick reprise his sexy—despite not being integral to the script—role, I was also out of a
job. Oh, and the phone number and date were probably not going to happen
either.
Fast
forward to the present day where I had moved from shitty writing gig to shitty
writing gig—nothing
noteworthy or monumental—treading water and needing to write copy ads
to make ends meet while Nick Larsson’s
career had exploded.
Heading
up an all-star cast in their second season in an Emmy award-winning series, he
was the next hot thing. I had yet to go a full twenty-four hours where I didn’t see
his astoundingly handsome face staring at me—that billboard on West
Hollywood made sure of that.
So even
if our paths were to cross again—either through the intersection of mutual
projects or at a social function around town—I was almost positive he
wouldn’t know who I was, have any recollection of meeting me,
and have almost zero interest in “hanging out.”
No, he
was lost to the beautiful people, gripped by the clutches of fame and success,
and nestled at the bosom of the “it” crowd. Conversely, I was
the weirdo with my face pressed against the glass, staring at him and writing
him into fictional scenarios like I was a medieval conquering queen requesting
his talent at her majesty’s
pleasure. I wasn’t much into historical, but putting the man in a
sexy-ass coat of armor sounded hot as hell. My fantasies weren’t genre
specific; paranormal, historical—I was an equal opportunity creator.
But
there weren’t any vampires, kings, or warriors in tonight’s
installment. Instead I had kept it close to reality, blurring the lines enough,
so it seemed believable he’d end
up with a girlfriend that happened to be me.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
T Gephart
is a USA Today and International bestselling author from Melbourne, Australia.
With an approach to life that is somewhat unconventional, she prefers to fly by the seat of her pants rather than adhere to some rigid roadmap. Her lack of "plan" has resulted in a rather interesting and eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history. She'd tell you all about it, but the statute of limitations hasn't expired yet. But all those crazy twists and turns have led her to a career she loves—writing romantic comedy.
When she isn't filling pages with sassy and sexy characters with attitude, she's living her own reality show in the 'burbs of Melbourne with her American husband, two teenage children, and her fur child—Woodley.
She loves adventure, to laugh, travel, and strives to live her life to the fullest.
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