Ella Maise

Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend. Oh, how stupidly in love with that boy I was. He was the first boy that made me blush, my first official crush. Sounds beautiful so far, right? That excitement that bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And boy did he crush my little heart into pieces. After the stomping part he became the boy I did my best to stay away from—and let me tell you, it was pretty hard to do when he slept in the room right across from mine. When tragedy struck his family and they moved away, I was ready to forget he ever existed. Now he is a movie star, the one who makes women of all ages go into a screaming frenzy, the one who makes everyone swoon with that dimpled smile of his. Do you think that’s dreamy? I certainly don’t think so. How about me coming face to face with him? Nope still not dreamy. Not when I can’t even manage to look him in the eye. Me? I’m Olive, a new writer. Actually, I’m THE writer of the book that inspired the movie he is about to star in on the big screen. As of late, I am also referred to as the oh-so-very-lucky girl who is about to become the wife of Jason Thorn. Maybe you’re thinking yet again that this is all so dreamy? Nope, nothing dreamy going on here. Not even close. To Love Jason Thorn is a full-length standalone, which also contains some pretty hot and descriptive sex scenes. *winks*

So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across. Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure… While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell. After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack? Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story. *Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18*

Jack and I, we did everything backward. The day he lured me into his office-which was also the first day we met-he proposed. You'd think a guy who looked like him-a bit cold maybe, but still striking and very unattainable-would only ask the love of his life to marry him, right? You'd think he must be madly in love. Nope. It was me he asked. A complete stranger who had never even heard of him. A stranger who had been dumped by her fiancé only weeks before. You'd think I'd laugh in his face, call him insane-and a few other names-then walk away as quickly as possible. Well…I did all those things except the walking away part. It took him only minutes to talk me into a business deal…erm, I mean marriage, and only days for us to officially tie the knot. Happiest day of my life. Magical. Pop the champagne… Not. It was the worst day. Jack Hawthorne was nothing like what I'd imagined for myself. I blamed him for my lapse in judgment. I blamed his eyes, the ocean blue eyes that looked straight into mine unapologetically, and that frown on his face I had no idea I would become so fascinated with in time. It wasn't long after he said I was the biggest mistake of his life that things started to change. No, he still didn't talk much, but anyone can string a few words together. His actions spoke the loudest to me. And day after day my heart started to get a mind of its own. One second he was no one. The next he became everything. One second he was unattainable. The next he seemed to be completely mine. One second I thought we were in love. The next it was still nothing but a lie. After all, I was Rose and he was Jack. We were doomed from the very beginning with those names. Did you expect anything else?

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The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you’re anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I’m very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I’m attracted to. At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I’d never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus. I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil…and…uh, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all of it. It’s pretty normal stuff, things you’d expect…from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn’t hide anymore—not that he’d have let me even if I tried. Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn’t help that I’m not the most subtle person in the world either. He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can’t even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he’s around. He thinks we’re going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don’t care that I’m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him. The thing is, that’s exactly what I’m doing—what we’re doing, I think. Falling. Hard.

Six years ago at a random diner I met a stranger and he became the-one-who-got-away, or more correctly the-one-who-didn’t-show-up. A small advice from me to you: if you haven’t dated, touched *or* kissed a guy in years and *years*…do not try to crawl away or hide from the-one-who-got-away. It’s not a good look. William Carter, the stranger I’d met six years ago was the last person I’d imagine ever seeing at my dad’s firm where I work. While I panic and fight off the butterflies in my stomach and in general struggle to act normal, I realize he doesn’t even remember me. I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or heartbroken. Things get worse when I learn we’ll need to work in close quarters to each other, but at least I let him know that I don’t have a crush on him anymore right away. Just in case he gets any ideas. While I’m in the process of writing lists and making serious changes in my life, because I decide I’m ready to be the heroine in my own story; having William just a breath away is not helping things. Especially when things shift between us and we start to make eye contact in meetings. Then he shows up in places I least expect him to…as in blind dates and sex clubs. He also gives me cheese because he knows how much I like it and there are secret notes he leaves in my office. If you were wondering, I still don’t have a crush on him though. Nope. Even though I’d promised myself I’d never wait around for another guy and postpone my own life, I’m afraid William Carter who looks at me as if I’m his and was always supposed to be his might ruin my hopeful plans. And quite possibly me for any other guy since I’m craving his touch like I’ve never craved anything in my life before. But we both know we’re a losing game so we keep admitting that neither one of us has a crush on the other. Not anymore. Not at all. Not even a little bit.

The story is set two years after the prologue.

Your childhood crush turned movie star. Now set to play the leading role in a book he doesn't know you wrote about him.     Jason Thorn is a name everyone recognises. A famous actor with the big house, nice car and the bad boy reputation to match. But Olive knows him as her brother’s childhood friend and the boy who broke her heart.   But years later, he should be easy to avoid even if he’s impossible to ignore. That is until Olive’s first novel suddenly becomes a bestseller and the film rights get sold to the highest bidder. In an instant, she’s sitting across the table from a team of executives and Jason Thorn himself. Jason hasn’t long re-entered her life before she finds himself being whisked around in his car and – inexplicably – being talked into a fake dating plot to restore his damaged reputation.

La única manera de poder cumplir su sueño es casarse con un atractivo desconocido…Rose siempre había soñado con abrir una cafetería en el edificio propiedad de su tío. Pero cuando este fallece, su testamento no deja lugar a el edificio pasará a pertenecer al marido de Rose, no a ella. Sin embargo, hay un pequeño detalle con el que su tío quizás no Rose está soltera. Y su prometido acaba de abandonarla.Es entonces cuando, Jack, el abogado de su tío (a quien acaba de conocer), le propone una solución casarse con ella. De este modo, Rose podrá abrir la cafetería con la que tanto ha soñado y Jack heredará el edificio.Quizás el suyo solo sea un matrimonio de conveniencia, pero desde luego no resulta nada sencillo. A pesar de haber sido idea suya, Jack se comporta de manera insoportable y arisca… Aunque, de repente, hace algo que le demuestra a Rose que quizá tenga un lado más tierno.Tal vez el amor pueda comenzar con un contrato, pero ¿qué opinará Rose cuando se entere de todos los términos de su acuerdo? 

Hace seis años, en un restaurante cualquiera, conocí a un extraño y se convirtió en el hombre que se marchó o, más bien, en el hombre que nunca volvió a dar señales de vida.Un pequeño si no has salido, tocado ni besado a alguien en años, no intentes alejarte a rastras ni esconderte del que se marchó.William Carter, el extraño que conocí hace seis años, era la última persona que imaginaría encontrar en la empresa de mi padre, donde trabajo. Mientras entro en pánico, lucho contra el nudo en mi estómago y me esfuerzo demasiado por actuar con normalidad, me doy cuenta de que ni siquiera me recuerda. No estoy segura de si debería sentirme aliviada o desconsolada. Todo empeora cuando me entero de que tendremos que trabajar juntos en un espacio reducido, muy cerca el uno del otro, pero al menos le hago saber que ya no siento nada por él. Por si se había hecho ilusiones.Mientras tanto, escribo listas y hago cambios importantes en mi vida, porque sé que estoy preparada para ser la heroína de mi propia historia. Sin embargo, tener a William a un suspiro de distancia no ayuda, sobre todo cuando las cosas cambian entre nosotros y empezamos a cruzar las miradas en las reuniones. Luego aparece en los lugares que menos esperaba… como en mis citas a ciegas o en los clubs de sexo. También me regala queso porque sabe lo mucho que me gusta y me deja notas secretas en mi oficina. Si te lo estás preguntando, sigo sin sentir nada por él. Nada en absoluto.Aunque me había prometido a mí misma que nunca pospondría mi propia vida por quedarme esperando a otro chico, temo que William Carter, que me mira como si fuera suya y siempre lo hubiera sido, pueda arruinar mis planes esperanzadores. Y probablemente mis planes con cualquier otro chico, ya que anhelo sus caricias como nunca antes había anhelado algo en la vida. Pero ambos sabemos que somos una causa perdida, así que seguimos admitiendo que ninguno de nosotros está enamorado del otro.Ya no. Para nada. Ni siquiera un poco.

En el juego del amor, no puedes concederte el lujo de equivocarte…Zoe siempre ha sido tímida. Para intentar ayudarla, una amiga de la universidad la desafía a cometer la locura más grande que se le besar a un chico cualquiera.Así que decide seguir a Dylan hasta una habitación que cree que es un aula, pero allí termina viendo más de lo que debería. No puede besarlo ahora… No después de su bochornoso encuentro, y mucho menos después de que él le dijera que tiene novia.Pero cuando Dylan se entera del desafío, los dos hacen un si alguna vez se vuelven a cruzar, y ambos están solteros, se besarán.Dos años más tarde, el destino interviene, y terminan siendo compañeros de habitación por error. Ahora Zoe está viendo a Dylan mucho más de lo que esperaba, y es aún más difícil resistirse a dejar pasar esa segunda oportunidad.

Ricordo perfettamente la mia prima cotta. Ero innamorata persa di Jason Thorn. Con lui ho sentito per la prima volta le farfalle nello stomaco. Sembra romantico, no? Invece mi ha spezzato il cuore. Mi ha sempre vista come la sorellina del suo amico, tutto qui. Da allora ho cercato di evitarlo il più possibile e mi sono concentrata sull'altro mio grande amore: la scrittura. Anche Jason è andato avanti. Molto avanti, direi. Ora è una superstar di Hollywood e non c'è persona, in tutti gli Stati Uniti, che non conosca il suo nome e il suo irresistibile sorriso. Quando ho saputo che avrebbero realizzato un film tratto da uno dei miei romanzi ho pensato che finalmente tutti i miei sogni si stessero realizzando. Ma indovinate chi è stato scelto per il ruolo di protagonista?

Six years ago at a random diner I met a stranger and he became the-one-who-got-away, or more correctly the-one-who-didn’t-show-up. A small advice from me to if you haven’t dated, touched *or* kissed a guy in years and *years*…do not try to crawl away or hide from the-one-who-got-away. It’s not a good look. William Carter, the stranger I’d met six years ago was the last person I’d imagine ever seeing at my dad’s firm where I work. While I panic and fight off the butterflies in my stomach and in general struggle to act normal, I realize he doesn’t even remember me. I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or heartbroken. Things get worse when I learn we’ll need to work in close quarters to each other, but at least I let him know that I don’t have a crush on him anymore right away. Just in case he gets any ideas. While I’m in the process of writing lists and making serious changes in my life, because I decide I’m ready to be the heroine in my own story; having William just a breath away is not helping things. Especially when things shift between us and we start to make eye contact in meetings. Then he shows up in places I least expect him to…as in blind dates and sex clubs. He also gives me cheese because he knows how much I like it and there are secret notes he leaves in my office. If you were wondering, I still don’t have a crush on him though. Nope. Even though I’d promised myself I’d never wait around for another guy and postpone my own life, I’m afraid William Carter who looks at me as if I’m his and was always supposed to be his might ruin my hopeful plans. And quite possibly me for any other guy since I’m craving his touch like I’ve never craved anything in my life before. But we both know we’re a losing game so we keep admitting that neither one of us has a crush on the other. Not anymore. Not at all. Not even a little bit.