Title Heads Carolina
Author Grea Warner
Genre New Adult/Women’s Fiction
Publisher Inkspell Publishing
How did a sheltered girl from Carolina end up in a national scandal involving one of Hollywood’s most powerful music couples? When want-a-be singer Bethany Opala tries out for a TV talent show, she is rejected. But then comes an amazing offer … a songwriter’s dream. Bethany has the opportunity to learn and develop her skills with top music manager, Ryan Thompson. With a mutual passion for music and words, Bethany and Ryan’s writing partnership develops into something more … something love songs are written about. And while it isn’t wrong, it isn’t right, at least in the public eye. Surrounded by secrecy and half-truths, Bethany doesn’t know how much she should put up with. Especially, when one more rejection could scar her for good. Will her decision to leave not only Ryan, but the music business and California, come down to the toss of a coin?
A table covered by a white tablecloth set center stage on the patio. On it were two wine glasses and a bottle of some kind of white. In the center was a vase, which appeared to have six red roses. Although, I was a bit too stunned at the moment to count the exact number.
I set my plate on the table. “This is so nice.” I took in the horizon and imagined what it would be like in another half-hour or so with the sun setting. “You have a lot of space back here.” I noted the expansive yard, which was bordered on both sides by a tall, solid fence.
With his plate on the opposite side of the table as mine, he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Yeah, it’s rare to have the acreage and privacy.”
I placed my hands on his, which were perfectly positioned between my ribs and hips. I loved the intimate, new feel. But I also loved still being able to joke around with him. “It’s perfect for a dog to run around.”
“Oh, don’t you start.” He jabbed my side with his right pointer finger.
“You know what else the yard is great for?”
He released me so he could gently turn me back toward the table. “Growing those roses.”
“Something special about them, though.”
“Besides being homegrown?”
Besides the thought of him picking them? Besides the magical setting they were placed in? Besides the fact that I had never had someone do something like that for me before?
As I was thinking I better not get too emotional on our first date—it had already been a see-saw start as it was—he gave me an instruction. “Pick them up.”
I lifted the roses out. As initially thought, there were six. But I didn’t notice anything else besides their beauty.
“Every rose does not have a thorn, Bethany,” he amended the song title of my bad dating history.
I examined them more closely. They, indeed, did not. If he had pruned them, he did a magnificent job. If he hadn’t, I needed to research a little because a thornless rose was seriously cool. Ryan Thompson, since the first time I had met him while standing scared on the stage, had brought out every emotion in me—disappointment, anger, nerves, anticipation, excitement, respect, joy, fright … relief. And if I wasn’t careful, I knew the next one might be dangerously close to my heart.
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There really wasn't any other path. Grea Warner knew from a young age that she wanted to write. She was born to write. First it was in diaries with little metal keys and in written tales that she slipped to friends in study hall. School newspapers, a college television drama, and the soap opera world were next. After producing and writing a local show, she decided to delve into the world of the novelist. When her fingers aren't tapping out her latest book filled with angst and romance, Grea can be found hiking the trails or jamming to her favorite country artists on the radio.
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