Book Title: The Artist
Author: Shealy James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Grant is a born and bred businessman, and he always gets what he wants… The moment he lays eyes on Eve, Grant is determined she will be his. She’s different from other women he knows- too stiff, too prim- but her smile pierces his heart, and he longs to see what she’s like when she lets her hair down. They discover a powerful and undeniable connection, leading to a fast moving relationship that leaves Eve whirling in its wake.
The odds are stacked against them, and trust is hard to come by. A woman scorned, a troubled ex-husband, and a mother bent on orchestrating her son’s future to suit her own agenda make for a very rocky road. The new couple may not last, not matter how strong their for each other are. Grant is willing to fight to keep Eve in his live, but after recent events, Eve isn’t sure she has any fight left to give. Will outside forces drive Eve and Grant apart? Or will they learn there’s no love greater than the one you fight the hardest to keep?
I turned over, so I could look him in the eye. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His hand went to my hair, and he mindlessly ran his fingers through it.
“Your brother’s going to be okay.”
He smiled sadly. “Tell me something good and true, something I can believe without question. I need the distraction.”
“Distraction, okay…” I thought for a moment. “Your bacon is the best I’ve ever tasted.”
He cracked a smile and continued to play with my hair. “My bacon’s the only bacon you’ve tasted. Try again.”
“Okay. Hmm…” I paused. “True Blood is vampire porn.”
“Better. Keep going.”
“Unicorns are real?”
He laughed, and my heart soared because I had made that happen. “Fail.”
I leaned up on my elbows, so my nose was almost touching his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I watched as the distraction sank in and the warmth filled his eyes. For the first time since his phone rang that morning, he looked like my Maverick. The hand that was wrapped in my hair pulled me closer to him. “Ditto, Duchess,” he whispered just before our lips connected. He rolled us over, so he was on top of me. No more words were spoken, but in every movement, in every touch, he told me he believed me. His kiss? Yeah, that showed me just how much he felt the same. Damn.
Shealy James is a Georgia native who teaches math by day and writes romance at night. As an avid reader, expert on romantic comedy films, and lover of realistic characters who could be her best friends if only they really existed, Shealy appreciates when humor mixes with drama to guide her imaginary friends to their happy endings. And there must always be a happy ending. Shealy openly eats enough candy to feed a small nation, drinks sweet tea by the gallon, hopes to hit 10,000 steps each day, and lives every day with her amazing daughter.
