Author: Eleanor Gwyn-Jones
Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction/Contemporary Romance
Age Group: 25 – 50
Publication Date: December 3, 2013
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
Enna Petersen has never been good at making personal decisions, particularly when she has to choose between her passions. As a theater director, the stage is her world, the spotlight her vitamin D, the waft of greasepaint her oxygen. However, when her handsome American businessman boyfriend proposes and paints the picture of a luxurious life in Pennsylvania, she has to tear her heart in two and give up on her theatrical dreams.
But as she navigates the visa gauntlet at the US embassy in England, she meets Will, a charismatic, erudite actor who encourages her to not give up on her dilapidated and much beloved theater. She is torn, tormented by the thought that her departure will certainly lead to Ashtead Theatre’s demise, but she follows her heart, says goodbye to her homeland, and begins her new role as Cole’s fiancée in America.
However, homesickness soon strikes. Enna longs for the English countryside, her theater, and the passion that Will has inspired in her. After her American dreams fall apart, she is reunited with all three back in the UK, and with Will’s help, she soon finds her theater more successful than she ever thought possible. She has everything she’s ever wanted, including a gorgeous man in her bed to share it with, so why is it she can’t stop thinking about Cole?
He flicks open the lid of the small velvet box with an endearing schoolboy fumble. And there it is—gleaming like the spires of Oz; it is the whole of Emerald City encapsulated in three carats that wink at me from one brilliant crystallized compound.
“So?” The small word, filled with hope, balloons within my ears. I scrape my eyes from the glistening green gem to the earnest face looking up into mine. I glance around self-consciously—one hundred pairs of heavy eyes on me—diners suspended with forked mouthfuls hovering, jaws open and waiting. And the noise seems to disappear almost instantly: all the clattering of cutlery on crockery, chair legs dragging on wood, ice cubes jiggling against glass, is sucked up into a silent vortex, a swirling tornado, orbiting our table. The room revolves too, spinning on its axis—I think I am about to be sick.
I know that acid-churning, I should be well used to it: the routine rebellion of my body, the gastric mutiny before setting foot on stage, enduring those torturous moments when I realize, “Shit! I’ve forgotten my lines!”
I look to the audience of diners now, panic simmering in my stomach.
And he’s waiting.
This fairytale is exactly how I imagined it. Maybe lacking slightly in backdrop, as we huddle into our narrow table, the bustle of the busy restaurant brushing uncomfortably close—and—okay, it’s not the beach tiki bar on some white-sanded, sun-kissed, tropical paradise, where we stretch out bronzed limbs and sip pina coladas whilst watching the pink sun sink into the Caribbean Sea. It’s London. It’s raining. What’s new?
But all the same. This was the man I had imagined my life with: the only man who had ever challenged me to be a kinder person, a savvy businessman, a confident lover, because he was. He could, and would, do anything he set his mind to and if that isn’t an aphrodisiac, I don’t know what is.
People would look up when Cole entered the room—not to admire his handsome features, but because here was a man born to nothing, who had scaled far higher than anyone ever predicted, and had done so with integrity. What a pleasant change from the backstabbing business of the theatrical underworld, where the whole premise—as much as I will defend it to the death—is to pretend; where every actor silently screams, ‘Look at me! Look at me! Love me!’ Cole is assured. People do look, people do love him. He doesn’t have to ask for it
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About the Author
Eleanor Gwyn-Jones lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania, but originally hails from Surrey, England. Huzzah! She studied biology at Southampton University before taking to the stage as an actress, agent and administrator of a touring theatre company. She performed in theatres, studios, schools and festivals across the British Isles before moving to the States. It was whilst visa-dangling and unable to take on acting work that she started to write and decided she far preferred it to anything else in the world! In 2008, Eleanor started her own ‘at home’ business to afford her more time to be with her ‘book babies.’ Now she spends her time writing by day and teaching ladies to look fabulous at night. She is a travel junkie—it’s research, darling, research!—a gourmand, a yogi, a sometime blogger and she adores her family and friends beyond all measure. She is currently putting the finishing key strokes to the sequel to Theatricks, due for release in 2014.
If she weren’t writing, she’d like to think you’d find her in Downton, The Paradise, or having a goblet of wine with Tyrion in King’s Landing.