It’s finally cover reveal day for Between Takes.
Sitting on this beauty was so hard but here it is to share with everyone. This one took a little more work than Chasing Alys but Kirsty The Pretty Little Design Co. proved herself to be a magician and I couldn’t love it more.
That look of disdain! That hair! 😍
Between Takes releases on August 17th on all retailers. Make sure you mark your calendars!
Preorder Links (if you don’t see your preferred choice here, you’ll probably find them in the universal link):
Universal Link: books2read.com/betweentakes
Apple Books: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1547729112
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/between-takes
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/?id=rxcOEAAAQBAJ
Eden Books: https://edenbooks.org/product/between-takes
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Q9YWCLP
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08Q9YWCLP
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/between-takes-morgana-bevan/1139226324
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1084592
Here’s a glimpse of the first moment Shaun and Mona meet. Interested in the rest? Grab the first three chapters by joining my mailing list.
TEASER
Shaun clattered down the steps and sauntered towards me. I tensed and eyed him like the shark he was. He took the coffee from my rigid hands. I was rather proud of myself for keeping the damn thing intact all this time.
“What did you say your name was?”
This close, I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes. I wasn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but he made me feel tiny and vulnerable. Not a thing I’d ever wanted from a man. And I wouldn’t start wanting it now.
“Mona.”
“Fine, Mona. It looks like you’re my PA.” He sipped the coffee, pulling a face when it hit his tongue. I hated lukewarm coffee too. He lowered the cup and fixed me with a glower meant to make me sink into the dirt, I’m sure.
“Ground rules: Stay out of my way and we’ll be fine. Take my calls. Your number one job is to keep the producers and my agent away from me. Clear?”
Not bothering to wait for a reply, he turned around and walked back to his trailer. I followed him, disbelief and outrage warring for control of my mouth. Outrage won.
“No dice. I’ll do my job.” My firm tone caused him to spin around, a quirked eyebrow raised. “I’ll keep you on track and that includes keeping you out of a bottle and attending creative meetings with the producers who took a massive gamble on your falling star. My job is to get you through this show in one piece and make sure you’re still hireable.”
“Now, wait—” he started, but I raised my hand, cutting him off. His mouth hung open in shock.
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