"Romance
masterpiece" - Kylie Scott, New York Times bestselling author
From USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author L.J. Shen
comes a new, contemporary romance with heart-wrenching twists and
laugh-out-loud moments.
In The Unlikely Event
is available now!
Sometimes you meet people who
are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.
A one-night stand born from
vengeance in a foreign land.
An explosive chemistry
neither of us could deny.
We signed a contract on the
back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop
everything and be together.
Eight years and thousands of
miles later, he’s here.
In New York.
And he’s America’s music
obsession.
The intangible Irish poet who
brings record executives to their knees.
The blizzard in my perfect,
unshaken snow globe.
Last time we spoke, he was a
beggar with no intention of becoming a king.
But a king he became, and now
I’m his servant.
I’m not the same broken
princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.
I have a career I love.
A boyfriend I adore.
An apartment, a roommate, a
life.
I changed. He changed, too.
But Mal kept the napkin.
Question is, will I keep my
word?
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In
The Unlikely Event is now available in audio!
Narrated
by: Shane East, Muffy Newton and Savannah Peachwood
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REVIEW:
Wow. I am stunned right now by what I just read. This was truly a special reading experience and I loved everything about this story. Such a unique story line, where intrigue and mystery reveal themselves along the way. Certain parts made me feel uncomfortable, but somehow made me more invested in the story. Steamy and gritty, where not everything is perfect rainbows. It is definitely an unconventional love story, but I promise you will love this story.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest, voluntary review.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest, voluntary review.
Excerpt
When I finally come face to face with
the street artist standing on the side of the pavement, his guitar case open
and full of rolled-up notes and change, I understand why his grandfather told
me I’d recognize him with the self-assurance of an avid believer.
I’ve never seen someone like him
before.
He is beautiful, true, but that’s not
what stands out to me. He is radiant.
It’s like his presence has a
presence. He sucks the air out of everything in his vicinity, making it
impossible not to look at him. Malachy is tailor-made for a huge, colossal
heartbreak. Everything about him—his tattered jeans, filthy boots, white shirt,
and leather jacket that was broken in decades ago—screams trouble. He looks
like a seventies heartthrob. An icon. A Terry Richardson muse. Bruce
Springsteen pre-fame.
His voice is like honey and warm
spices. It lulls me into a place in my mind I’ve never been before, even though
it’s far from beautiful. It is gruff, throaty, and smoky. When someone bumps my
shoulder to get closer to him, I snap out of my reverie and realize what I’m
listening to.
“One” by U2.
The coincidence is strange. I try to
tell myself it’s nothing. This is Ireland. U2 is a national treasure.
His eyes are squeezed shut as he
sings. It’s like no one exists other than him and his guitar. Something warm
rushes through my skin, like a heat wave, and I shudder in delight.
Warmth.
I always thought there was something
melancholy about street performers—the way people walk past them, ignoring
their music, their art, their passion. But this guy, he’s the one doing the
ignoring. The tables have turned. He’s got the crowd eating from the palm of
his hand. Every woman here is under a thick, sweet spell. He’s got that Harry
Styles quality that makes girls want to bed him and older women want to adopt
him. The men are a cross between impatient, annoyed, and jealous. You can see
it in the way they tap their feet, check their watches, nudge their wives and
girlfriends to move it.
The song ends, and Malachy Doherty
cracks his eyes open and stares directly at me, like he knew I’d be here. Like
he watched me watching him through closed eyes. Disoriented—and
for some reason wanting to do something, anything—I
throw a bill into his guitar case and look away, realizing to my horror that I
threw the fifty euros his grandpa gave me. Everyone around me murmurs and
whistles. They think it was intentional. I can feel my face flaming red. I bet
he thinks I want to sleep with him.
Do I? Probably. But should
he know that? Hell no.
About LJ Shen
L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary,
New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different
countries.
She lives in
California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys
good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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