Bad Romeo (Starcrossed, Band 1) - Softcover

Rayven, Leisa

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1250063272 ISBN 13: 9781250063274

Verlag: Griffin, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

While performing the greatest love story of all time, they discovered one of their own...

Cassie Taylor was just another acting student with big dreams at her prestigious performing arts college...then she met Ethan Holt. She was the good girl actress. He was the bad boy on campus. But one fated casting choice for Romeo and Juliet changed it all. Like the characters they were playing on stage, Cassie and Ethan's epic romance seemed destined. Until it ended in tragedy when he shattered her heart.

Now they've made it to Broadway where they're reunited as romantic leads once again-and their passionate scenes force them to confront the heartbreaking lows and pulse-pounding highs of their intense college affair. For Ethan, losing Cassie was his biggest regret-and he's determined to redeem himself. But for Cassie, even though Ethan was her first and only great love, he hurt her too much to ever be trusted again. The trouble is, working with him again reminds her that people who rub each other the wrong way often make the best sparks. And when it comes to love, sometimes it's the things that aren't good for us that are the most irresistible.

Don't miss Leisa Rayven's Bad Romeo, the intoxicating romance beloved by over two million fans online-a story that'll captivate you and hold you breathless until the final page.

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LEISA RAYVEN is a freelance actor and producer in Brisbane, Australia, who makes frequent trips to L.A. and NYC. Bad Romeo is her first novel.

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Bad Romeo

By Leisa Rayven

St. Martin's Griffin

Copyright © 2014 Leisa Rayven
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-250-06327-4

Contents

Title Page, 
Copyright Notice, 
Dedication, 
Epigraph, 
1. Together Again, Too Soon, 
2. In the Beginning, 
3. Back to Before, 
4. Making the First Move, 
5. Birthday Wishes, 
6. Courageous Casting, 
7. Point of No Return, 
8. Emails and Zen, 
9. Faking It, 
10. Connection, 
11. Stage Fright, 
12. New Roles, 
13. Not Caring, 
14. Push and Pull, 
15. Green-eyed Monster, 
16. Denial, 
17. Sick & Tired, 
18. Sure Bet, 
19. New York, New York, 
20. Desperation, 
21. Epiphany, 
Teaser, 
Acknowledgments, 
Praise for the Author, 
About the Author, 
Copyright, 

CHAPTER 1

TOGETHER AGAIN, TOO SOON

Present Day
New York City
The Graumann Theater
First Day of Rehearsal

I rush down the crowded sidewalk, and a nervous sweat has broken out in all my most unglamorous places.

I hear my mother's voice inside my head—"A lady doesn't sweat, Cassie. She glows."

In that case, Mom, I'm glowing like a pig.

Anyway, I never claimed to be a lady.

I tell myself I'm "glowing" because I'm running late. Not because of him.

Tristan, my roommate/life coach, is convinced I've never gotten over him, but that's crap.

I'm so over him.

I've been over him for a long time.

I scurry across the road, dodging the unstoppable New York traffic.

Several cabdrivers curse me out in various languages. I merrily wave my middle finger, because I'm pretty sure flipping the bird means "fuck you" all over the world.

I glance at my watch as I enter the theater and head to the rehearsal room.

Dammit.

Five minutes late.

I can almost see the look of amusement on his bastard face, and I'm horrified that before I've even set foot in the room I have an overwhelming urge to slap him.

I pause outside the door.

I can do this. I can see him and not fall apart.

I can.

I sigh and press my forehead against the wall.

Who the hell am I kidding?

Yeah, sure, I can do a passionate play with my ex-lover, who broke my heart not once, but twice. No problem.

I bang my head against the wall.

If there were a Nation of Stupid People, I would be their queen.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

When my agent had called with news of my big Broadway break, I should have known there'd be strings attached. She raved to me about the male actor who'd also been cast. Ethan Holt—the current "It Boy" of the theater world. So talented. Award winner. Adored by screaming fans. Handsome as hell.

Of course she didn't know about our history. Why would she? I never talk about him. In fact, I walk away when other people mention his name. It was easier to cope when he was on the other side of the world, but now he's back and tainting my dream job with his presence.

Typical.

Bastard.

Finding my game face isn't going to be easy, but I have to.

I pull out my compact and check my reflection.

Goddammit, I'm shinier than the Chrysler Building.

I slap on some powder and retouch my lip gloss as I wonder if I'll look different to him after all of these years. My brown hair, which used to be down to the middle of my back in college, now sits just below my collar, messy-layered and edgy. My face is a little thinner, but I guess I'm basically the same. Decent lips. Okay bone structure. Eyes that are neither brown nor green, but a strange combination of both. More olive than hazel.

I snap the compact shut and throw it back into my bag, pissed I'm even contemplating looking good for him. Have I learned nothing?

I close my eyes and think about all the ways he hurt me. His stupid reasons. His crap excuses.

Bitterness floods me, and I sigh in relief. That's the insulation I need. It brings my anger to the surface. I wrap it around me like iron and take solace in the aggressive simmer.

I can do this.

I pull open the door and stride in. Before I even see him, I can feel him watching me. I resist looking for him because that's what I want to do, and one thing I've learned with Ethan Holt is to push down my natural instincts.

Following my gut is how things got screwed up between us. It told me I could have something from him, when in fact he offered me nothing.

I head over to the production desk where our director, Marco Fiori, is having a discussion with our producers, Ava and Saul Weinstein. Standing next to them is a familiar face—our stage manager, Ethan's sister, Elissa.

Ethan and Elissa are a package deal. He has it written into his contracts that she runs all of the shows he works on, which baffles me, considering they fight like cat and dog.

I'd say that Elissa is his security blanket, but of course, why would he need one? He doesn't need anyone or anything, right? He's untouchable.

He's freaking Teflon.

Elissa gestures to a scale model of the set we'll be using, as she talks about the stage mechanics.

The producers listen and nod.

I have no issue with Elissa. She's a fantastic stage manager, and we've worked together before. In fact, a million years ago we used to be good friends. Back when I still thought her brother was born of a human mother and not spawned straight from Satan's asshole.

They look up as I approach.

"I know, I know," I say as I drop my bag onto a chair. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, cara," Marco says. "We're still talking production details.

Calm down, get a coffee. We'll get started soon."

"Cool." I dig in my bag for my rehearsal supplies.

"Hey, you," Elissa says, and smiles warmly.

"Hey, Lissa."

For a moment, my anger is tempered by a flood of nostalgia, and I realize just how much I've missed her. She's so different from her brother. Short to his tall. Rounded to his angular. Even their coloring is different. Blond and straight versus dark and chaotic. And yet, seeing her again reminds me why we haven't spoken for years. I'll always associate her with him. Too many bad memories.

As I pull out my water bottle, my bag slips off the seat and flops loudly onto the floor. Everyone stops to stare. I grind my teeth when I hear a low chuckle.

Screw you, Ethan. Not even going to look at you.

I pick up my bag and throw it back on the chair.

The chuckle happens again, and I swear to the Almighty God of Justifiable Homicide, I'm going to murder him with my bare hands.

Although he's on the other side of the room, he might as well be right next to me, because his voice vibrates through to my bones.

I need a cigarette.

I glance over at Marco, resplendent in his cravat as he flamboyantly describes the play. This is all his fault. He's the one who wanted Holt and me to do this project. I convinced myself it would be a great career move, but in reality it's going to be the last show I ever do, because if the chuckling idiot in the corner doesn't shut up, I'm going to go on a murderous rampage any second and be put away for life.

Mercifully, the chuckle stops, but I can still feel his gaze searing my skin.

I ignore it and rummage through my bag. I have my cigarettes, but my lighter is MIA. I seriously need to clean this sucker out. Jesus, is there anything I don't have in here? Gum, tissues, makeup, pain-killers, old movie tickets, small...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Griffin
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1250063272
• ISBN 13: 9781250063274
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 416
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