So, I was sitting at my computer yesterday, trying desperately to work through a plot hole (aka surfing Twitter) when I got an email from the very talented Ms. Heather Wardell. Of course I stopped “working” immediately and read it, because well… I think she is freaking awesome.
Anyways…that’s beside the point. The email, (like always) informed me of a new book she had coming out and asked if I’d like to review it. (Ok, nothing new there…) Then it I saw it. A statement that caught me a little off guard.
“I’m also happy to give you a copy for your perusal if you’d like, although I know you’re reading much darker things these days.“
Then I thought about it.
It’s not that I don’t like puffy, fluffy, light reads, it’s just that I don’t seem to get many request for them anymore. Who knows, maybe it’s my ability to read and dissect the atrocious. See the light (or message) in difficult literature and relate them to the reader. Whatever it is, I realized this might be a problem for some of my readers.
Because sometime people just want to read something happy!
So I stopped what I was doing, shuffled my happy ass over to Mecca (aka Amazon) and bought “Exclusively Yours” by Shannon Stacey, and guess what? I discovered that sometimes it really IS nice to just kick back and enjoy the ride!
“When Keri Daniels’ editor finds out she has previous carnal knowledge of reclusive bestselling author Joe Kowalski, she gives Keri a choice: get an interview or get a new job.
Joe’s never forgotten the first girl to break his heart, so he’s intrigued to hear Keri’s back in town–and looking for him. Despite his intense need for privacy, he’ll grant Keri an interview if it means a chance to finish what they started in high school.
He proposes an outrageous plan–for every day she survives with his family on their annual camping and four-wheeling trip, Keri can ask one question. Keri agrees; she’s worked too hard to walk away from her career.
But the chemistry between them is still as potent as the bug spray, Joe’s sister is out to avenge his broken heart and Keri hasn’t ridden an ATV since she was ten. Who knew a little blackmail, a whole lot of family and some sizzling romantic interludes could make Keri reconsider the old dream of Keri & Joe 2gether 4ever.”
Just for argument’s sake (cause I’m a rabble rouser G-D it!) this book wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as the cover and synopsis painted it to be. As a matter of fact, it was incredibly complex, and for a good 3 chapters or so, incredibly depressing (In a good way, if that’s even possible. Oh nevermind, just keep reading.)
For starters, this is not just Keri and Joe’s story. Yes, there was Keri (who spends the novel trying to convince HERSELF that she needs no one and perfect make-up is as essential as water.) And yes, there was Joe (who as hard as he tried to be flippant about it was ultimately dying inside.) But there was also Joe’s sister, (who was having a difficult time learning the meaning of acceptance and forgiveness.) And Joe’s brothers (who oozed with the kind of love and support – and unwavering honestly – that only family members would understand.)
There were hardships, and hard realities woven so delicately into this plot (about two long-lost soul mates) that before I knew it I felt invested in everyone’s well-being. I found myself cheering for Keri and Joe; hoping by some miracle that they would recognize the “needs” in the other. That just once they would knock down those walls they built and allow the person they loved to love them back. Realize that the passion they felt for the other wasn’t just about physical contact, but an emotional one they never really let go of.
Shannon Stacey wrote a book about the past, the future and the ability to let go of old ideals. Because let’s face it, we all grow up, and the choices we made and 19 won’t necessarily inhabit the results we need at 40.
All of the characters (not just a few) were incredibly complex. The plot (which was set in a secluded location) was crafted expertly, and the ending, well…I’ll let you decided that one for yourself.
Survey says…just what the doctor ordered. Thank you Heather.
Happy Reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: Sometime you can take life TOO seriously. So step back, laugh at yourself and start again.
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“You got busy in the backseat of a ’78 Ford Granada with Joseph Kowalski—only the most reclusive best-selling author since J. D. Salinger—and you don’t think to tell me about it?”
Keri Daniels sucked the last dregs of her too-fruity smoothie through her straw and shrugged at her boss. “Would you want anybody to know?”
“That I had sex with Joseph Kowalski?”
“No, that you had sex in the backseat of a ’78 Granada.” Keri had no idea how Tina Deschanel had gotten the dirt on her high school indiscretions, but she knew she was in trouble.
An exceptionally well-paid reporter for a glossy weekly entertainment magazine did not withhold carnal knowledge of a celebrity on the editor in chief’s most-wanted list. And having kept that juicy little detail to herself wouldn’t get Keri any closer to parking her butt in an editorial chair.
Tina slipped a photograph from her purse and slid it across the table. Keri didn’t look down. She was mentally compiling a short list of the people who knew she’d fogged up the windows of one of the ugliest cars in the history of fossil fuels. Her friends.
The cop who’d knocked on the fogged-up window with a flashlight at a really inopportune moment. Her parents, since the cop was in a bad mood that night. The approximately six hundred kids attending her high school that year and anybody they’d told. Maybe short list wasn’t the right term.
“That was like two decades ago,” Keri pointed out, because her boss clearly expected her to say something. “Not exactly a current event. And you ambushed me with this shopping spree.”
Actually, their table in the outdoor cafe was surrounded by enough bags to stagger a pack mule on steroids, but now Keri knew she’d merely been offered the retail therapy before the bad news. It shouldn’t have surprised her. Tina Deschanel was a shark, and any friendly gesture should have been seen as a prelude to getting bitten in the ass.
“Ambushed?” Tina repeated, loudly enough to distract a pair of Hollywood starlets engaging in some serious public displays of affection in a blatant attempt to attract the cheap tabloid paparazzi. A rabid horde that might include Keri in the near future if she didn’t handle this correctly.
“How do you think I felt?” Tina went on. “I reached out to a woman who mentioned on her blog she’d gone to high school with Joseph Kowalski. once there was money on the table, I made her cough up some evidence, and she sent me a few photos. She was even kind enough to caption them for me.”
Keri recognized a cue when it was shoved down her throat. With one perfectly manicured nail she hooked the eight-by-ten blowup and pulled it closer.
A girl smiled at her from the photo. She wore a pink fuzzy sweater, faded second-skin jeans and pink high heels. Raccoon eyeliner made her dark brown eyes darker, frosty pink coated her lips and her hair was as big as Wisconsin.
Keri smiled back at her, remembering those curling iron and aerosol days. If the EPA had shut down their cheerleading squad back then, global warming might have been a total nonissue today.
Then she looked at the boy. He was leaning against the hideous brown car, his arms wrapped around young Keri’s waist. Joe’s blue eyes were as dark as the school sweatshirt he wore, and his grin managed to be both innocent and naughty at the same time. And those damn dimples—she’d been a sucker for them. His honey-brown hair was hidden by a Red Sox cap, but she didn’t need to see it to remember how the strands felt sliding through her fingers.
She never failed to be amazed by how much she still missed him sometimes.
But who had they been smiling at? For the life of her, Keri couldn’t remember who was standing behind the camera. She tore her gaze away from the happy couple and read the caption typed across the bottom.
Joe Kowalski and his girlfriend, Keri Daniels, a few hours before a cop busted them making out on a back road and called their parents. Rumor had it when Joe dropped her off, Mr. Daniels chased him all the way home with a golf club.
Keri snorted. “Dad only chased him to the end of the block. Even a ’78 Granada could outrun a middle-age fat guy with a five iron.”
“I fail to see the humor in this.”
“You didn’t see my old man chasing taillights down the middle of the street in his bathrobe. It wasn’t very funny at the time, though.”
“Focus, Keri,” Tina snapped. “Do you or do you not walk by the bulletin board in the bull pen every day?”
“And have you not seen the sheet marked Spotlight Magazine’s Most Wanted every day?”
“And did you happen to notice Joseph Kowal-ski has been number three for several years?” Keri nodded, and Tina leaned across the table. “You are going to get me an exclusive feature interview with the man.”
Tina sat back and folded her arms across her chest. “Don’t take it to that point, Keri. Look, the man’s eleventh bestseller is going to be the summer blockbuster film of the decade. More A-listers lined up to read for that movie than line up on the red carpet for the Oscars. And he’s a total mystery man.”
“I don’t get why you’re so dedicated to chasing him down. He’s just an author.”
“Joseph Kowalski isn’t just an author. He played the media like a fiddle and became a celebrity. The splashy NY parties with that gorgeous redhead— Lauren Huckins, that was it—on his arm. Then Lauren slaps him with a multimillion dollar emotional distress suit, he pays her off with a sealed agreement and then he disappears from the map? There’s a story there, and I want it. Our readers will eat him up, and Spotlight is going to serve him to them because you have access to him nobody else does.”
“Had. I had access to him.” Keri sighed and flipped the photo back across the table, even though she would rather have kept it to moon over later. “Eighteen years ago.”
“You were his high school sweetheart. Nostalgia, darling! And rumor has it he’s still single.”
Keri knew he was still single because the Danielses and Kowalskis still lived in the same small New Hampshire town, though Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski lived in a much nicer house now. Verymuch nicer, according to Keri’s mother.
“You’ve risen fast in this field,” Tina continued, “because you have sharp instincts and a way with people, to say nothing of the fact I trusted you. But this.”
The words trailed away, but Keri heard her boss loud and clear. She was going to get this exclusive or her career with Spotlight was over and she could start fresh at the bottom of another magazine’s totem pole. And since her career was pretty much the sum total of her life, it wasn’t exactly a threat without teeth.
But seeing Joe again? The idea both intrigued her and scared the crap out of her at the same time. “He’s not going to open up his insanely private life to the magazine because he and I wore out a set of shocks in high school, Tina. It was fun, but it wasn’t that good.”
Now she was flat-out lying. Joe Kowalski had set the gold standard in Keri’s sex life. An ugly car, a Whitesnake tape, cheap wine and Joe still topped her personal Ten Ways to a Better Orgasm list.
Tina ran her tongue over her front teeth, and Keri had known her long enough to know her boss was about to deliver the kill shot.
“I’ve already reassigned your other stories,” she said. It was an act of interference entirely inappropriate for Tina to do to someone of Keri’s status at the magazine.
“That’s unacceptable, Tina. You’re overstepping your—”
“I can’t overstep boundaries I don’t have, Daniels. It’s my magazine and your promotion to editorial depends on your getting an interview with Kowalski, plain and simple.” Then she reached into her purse and passed another sheet to her. “Here’s your flight information.”
The reclusive, mega-bestselling author in question was trying to decide between regular beef jerky or teriyaki flavored when he heard Keri Daniels was back in town.
Joe Kowalski nodded at the cashier, who’d actually left a customer half-rung up in an attempt to be the first to deliver the news. It wasn’t the first time Keri had been back. If she’d gone eighteen years without a visit home to her parents, Janie Daniels would have flown out to L.A. and dragged her daughter home by an earlobe.
It was, however, the first time Keri had come looking for him that he knew of.
“She’s been asking around for your phone number,” the cashier added, watching him like a half-starved piranha. “Of course nobody will give it to her, because we know how you feel about your privacy.”
And because nobody had his number, but he didn’t feel a need to point that out. He was surprised it had taken Keri as long as this to get around to looking him up, especially considering just how many years Tina Deschanel had been stalking his agent.
“Maybe she’s on the class reunion committee,” Joe told the cashier, and her face fell. Committees didn’t make for hot gossip.
Members of the media had been hounding his agent for years, but only Tina Deschanel, who took tenacious to a whole new level, was Keri Daniels’s boss. Joe had been watching Keri’s career from the beginning, waiting for her to sell him out, but she never had. until now, maybe.”