Crashing the A-List
A Novel
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4.3 • 18 Ratings
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- $6.99
Publisher Description
He’s not her boyfriend. She’s not his blackmailer. This is how rumors get started. . . . “Come for the romance, but stay for the hysterical dialogue.” —NPR
After four months of unemployment, former book editor Clara Montgomery is officially stuck—stuck sleeping on her little brother’s ugly couch in Queens, stuck scrolling through job listings in search of a new editorial position . . . and just desperate enough to take on a temporary gig clearing out abandoned storage units. If nothing else, she’s determined to keep her rapidly dwindling savings account intact.
Unfortunately, she is in no way prepared for stumbling upon dead snakes or dealing with glass jars that she’s convinced are full of pickled eyeballs. And why does everything seem to smell like beets?
Then Clara comes across a unit that was once owned by an escort service and finds the brothel “résumé” of a younger Caspian Tiddleswich, an astonishingly famous British actor. She has no intention of cashing in on her discovery, but her awkward attempts to reassure Caspian that his secret is safe go awry. Now Caspian is convinced that Clara is a blackmailer, the tabloids have her pegged as Caspian’s newest girlfriend, and Clara is finding the A-lister’s charms more irresistible than she expected . . .
“[A] laugh-out-loud romantic comedy.” —Amy Jimenez, author of The Friend Code
Customer Reviews
Not many RomComs make me laugh….
… but this one was dang funny in more than several spots in the novel, and the spouse had to ask what was making me giggle.
Filled with plenty of tropes (fish out of water, enemies to lovers, fauxmance, etc.) while being a fresh take on those tropes. The meet-(not so)cute is unique, and drives the misunderstanding between the main characters, rather than the usual uninspiring inability of the characters to actually communicate about what is their issue. The heroine is a snarky, intelligent woman, and thus more relatable than the ‘damsel’ of romances. I do wish there was a little more of an epilogue, if only to prolong the inevitable end of the tale of these two characters.
The only sex in the novel is at the end and occurs off-page, but there is cussing (not that I have a problem with it, but if you’re looking for a “sweet” romance, this is novel might push the envelope).
I formally request that the author consider a sequel in which the heroine’s “sidekick” finds her romantic partner — CiCi’s a hoot and a half — plus, we could then get an update on Clara and Cas.