Hi friends! I played around with what day to post this, as Lucy Parker sent me this post on the 7th … but I figure the day after release is good, and we already have that graphic I made ages ago. đ
Anyway! I’m really excited to read this book. I quite enjoyed Pretty Face and I’ve had Making Up in my TBR. The Austen Playbook is obviously slated too. đ I’m super excited that Lucy sent this exclusive excerpt for us to enjoy, so without further ado … the book!
In which experienced West End actress Freddy Carlton takes on an Austen-inspired play, a scandal at a country estate, an enthusiastic search for a passion outside of actingâŚand the (some people might say icy*) heart of Londonâs most feared theater critic.
*if those people were being nice
Freddy Carlton knows she should be focusing on her lines for The Austen Playbook, a live-action TV event where viewers choose the outcome of each scene, but her concentrationâs been blown. The palatial estate housing the endeavor is now run by the rude (brilliant) critic whoâs consistently slammed her performances of late. James âGriffâ Ford-Griffin has a penchant for sarcasm, a majestic nose and all the sensitivity of a sledgehammer.
She canât take her eyes off him.
Griff can hardly focus with a contagious joy fairy flitting about near him, especially when Freddy looks at him like that. His only concern right now should be on shutting down his younger brotherâs well-intentioned (disastrous) schemesâor at the very least on the production (not this one) that might save his family home from the banks.
Instead all he can think of is soft skin and vibrant curls.
As heâs reluctantly dragged into her quest to rediscover her passion for the stage and Freddy is drawn into his research on a legendary theater star, the adage about appearances being deceiving proves abundantly true. Itâs the unlikely start of something enormousâŚbut a single revelation about the past could derail it all.
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Freddy glanced at him, then away. âFortunately, most people in the West End arenât like Sadie. Sheâs in a class of her own.â In the interests of honesty, she added, âSheâs, like, next-level talented, though. I was twelve when I worked with her for the first time, and I still remember being literally speechless with awe watching her.â Continue reading