Saturday, January 2, 2021

Our Top Eleven Books of 2020-#10

 

Laura's Pick

Stay For Me by Corinne Michaels

She’s the girl who might be worth staying for.

Hollywood taught me everything I know about relationships--except how to be in one. As an actor, I became an expert at faking it. Faking that I wasn't affected by my childhood. Faking that I was okay. Faking that I knew how to save the day, the girl, the whole damn world.

But I've always known the truth--I'm no one's hero.

Until I'm forced to move back to Sugarloaf for six months, and Brenna Allen offers me a chance to prove otherwise. She's everything I never knew I wanted, but can't have. Her broken heart, perfect face, and adorable children turn my world upside down. Instead of preparing for my next leading role, I'm directing a middle school play.

All to make her smile.
The more time I spend here, the more I want to stay. Build a life in this town that I swore I'd leave--for her.

But when the world comes crashing down around us, I'm forced to decide if staying for her is the right choice or if leaving is better for the woman I love.

What We Said About Stay For Me



Melissa's Pick

Hate The Player by Max Monroe

“Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson’s *ahem* because no other women ever do.”

That’s quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!

And that’s not even the worst of it.

My friend Raquel didn’t pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new co-star and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.

Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease.

It doesn’t matter that he’s annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T—especially for a woman like me.

As a preventative measure, I’ve decided to go ahead and hate him.

Don’t worry, you guys, I’m completely in control. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.

I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.

I’m sure of it.

What We Said About Hate The Player








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