Love, Camera, Action!
End Scene by Elise Faber releases on August 24th!
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First came the director yelling, “Action!
Next came the actual acting.
Last came . . . the end scene.
Or at least, that was what I liked to call my job as a publicist to Hollywood’s elite. If my client hit it big, I was the one who’d made that possible. And while being on call twenty-four seven meant I was chronically single, I was fine with that. I’d been in a serious relationship once and had ultimately discovered that I wasn’t cut out for commitment or being tied down or living in a small town.
I needed lights and excitement, paparazzi and enough traffic that the air always smelled faintly of exhaust.
I definitely didn’t need one Aaron Weaver—my ex-boyfriend and current occupant of my former home and very, very small town in Utah—tying me down or making me feel like the world’s biggest jerk, just because I wanted my life to be something more than open fields and cow patties.
But then I had to leave L.A. and go home to my father, to my small town . . . to Aaron.
And I discovered there might be much more to him than I’d ever expected.
In fact, I discovered that I might have missed out on the best end scene of my life by letting him go at all.
Next came the actual acting.
Last came . . . the end scene.
Or at least, that was what I liked to call my job as a publicist to Hollywood’s elite. If my client hit it big, I was the one who’d made that possible. And while being on call twenty-four seven meant I was chronically single, I was fine with that. I’d been in a serious relationship once and had ultimately discovered that I wasn’t cut out for commitment or being tied down or living in a small town.
I needed lights and excitement, paparazzi and enough traffic that the air always smelled faintly of exhaust.
I definitely didn’t need one Aaron Weaver—my ex-boyfriend and current occupant of my former home and very, very small town in Utah—tying me down or making me feel like the world’s biggest jerk, just because I wanted my life to be something more than open fields and cow patties.
But then I had to leave L.A. and go home to my father, to my small town . . . to Aaron.
And I discovered there might be much more to him than I’d ever expected.
In fact, I discovered that I might have missed out on the best end scene of my life by letting him go at all.
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