#1 Crush
Tia Monroe was smart, sassy and successful. Sure, she could get a little crazy at times—life around Tia was never boring—but that was part of her appeal. And while she didn’t see herself as ‘classically beautiful’, she had no shortage of options in the boyfriend department. She just hadn’t found one who held her interest.
Until she laid eyes on Eric Larsson, and then it was lust at first sight.
He packed the perfect mix of smoldering sexy and unapologetic cool into his blond-haired, blue-eyed, ridiculously hot six-foot-four frame. One smile from him was enough to twist her insides, making her girlie bits tingle in the most delicious way. But it wasn’t just his looks, he was smart and funny—charming in the most a-dork-able way.
The only problem was . . . Tia had never actually met him.
Eric Larsson was one of Hollywood’s hottest movie stars, rising to the top of his game and leaving a trail of disintegrated panties in his wake. Tia’s were no exception—but she wasn’t delusional. Love, marriage and happily-ever-after were not part of her fantasy; she just wanted to meet him. Just one time. One time. Confident that just seeing him in the flesh would get him out of her system.
So, with her resolve steeled, Tia set off on a quest to make it happen while avoiding her mug shot being splayed across the five o’clock news.
The journey no doubt will make for one hell of a story.
ARC received for an honest review
You know that celebrity crush, your #1 that you would do anything to meet? Well, what would you really do to meet them?
Tia Monroe does everything from the hilarious to the downright illegal to meet her #1 crush, Hollywood heartthrob Eri Larsson.
What ensues is a a fun, sweet, sexy roller coaster of a ride that had me laughing out loud, and at times even brought a tear to my eye.
I liked that Tia was a little bit on kooky side, she was very relatable and just couldn't help but adore here.
If you have followed Ms Gephart's adventures in London last year, you will know that Eric is based on Alexander Skarsgard... and what it not to love about that!
I don't want to give anything away, but seriously, you need to read this book. It is one of the funnest books I have read in a long time.
Oooh, and there may be more books to follow!!!
Oooh, and there may be more books to follow!!!
EXCERPT
“Oh my God.” The words wheezed out of me as all the oxygen escaped from my lungs.
My chest tightened like I’d been kicked right in between my
ribs.
There he
was a few feet behind me slowly making his way toward me.
“Eric, look here.”
“Eric, this way.”
Both
sides of the line screamed at him as he patiently walked from side to side,
signing autographs and taking selfies. Each step he took inching him closer to
where I had frozen, my eyes bulging out of my head like a complete lunatic.
There he
was.
Eric
Larsson, right in front of me.
And not
even internet stalking could have prepared me for what he looked like in real
life.
Breathtaking.
So
handsome he almost didn’t seem real, and as much as I
tried I couldn’t stop staring.
Say
something my mouth begged as my brain continued on its mental vacation. My eyes
scanned every inch of his body like it was planning to build a 3-D replica.
Holy
hell he was wearing the absolute fuck out of that suit. Every inch of the
fabric curling around his delicious body like its life depended on it. And
believe me, even though he was covered from head to toe in tailored Tom Ford
perfection—I’d seen photos of him in this
particular suit before—it did nothing to hide how
obscenely hot he was.
My heart
thumped loudly as he took another step closer, his eyes remaining on the crowd.
“Larsson.”
It rang
out clear despite the noise around us. It took me a minute to realize that
while my brain had stalled, my mouth hadn’t suffered the same fate. My lips
still open as his name left them.
Who the
hell yells out his last name? I panicked, unable to tear my eyes from him as
his head lifted and his eyes settled on me.
Dear.
Lord. In. Heaven. And. All. The. Saints.
Eric
Larsson was looking at me.
At me.
At ME!
His brow
lifted in acknowledgement as his lips curled, momentarily blinding me as he
flashed his trademark smile.
Well, if
that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.
So, even
though I was struggling to breathe—my ability to remain upright also
not guaranteed—my feet moved me closer toward
him. My internal pep talk worked overtime as I reminded myself we were on a
mission. Two minutes of eye contact, conversation . . . and something about me
finding out what an asshole he was.
“Hi.” The best I
could do given the circumstances.
Intellectually
I knew the man was tall. I mean, in my head I figured I knew what six-foot-four
looked like. But as I lifted my eyes, it didn’t come
close to where I should be looking, my gaze hitting his chin before I tilted my
head even higher.
“Hi,” he
responded, the single word sent a shiver down my spine as he unleashed another
blinding smile.
Those
eyes were something else. The clearest blue I had ever seen, and though I knew
it wasn’t possible it seemed like they illuminated from
the inside out. Like magical orbs, the weight of their stare hypnotized me,
pulling me in closer like a force field. I couldn’t have
looked away if I’d tried. Not that I tried, and
not that I wanted to.
And oh
Lord have mercy, did he smell good. Mouthwatering. Ridiculous that it would
even get a mention given I already had those eyes, his face and his delectable
couture-wrapped body to contend with. Yet there was his scent wafting up my
nose uninvited. A sadistic mix of sexy, clean and masculine—probably Calvin Klein—overwhelmed me as I fought the
urge to bury my head in his neck and inhale him like a line of cocaine.
Say
something you dumbass. My mouth begged as my hand, completely of its own
accord, reached out and rested on his arm.
Holy.
Freaking. Shit. I. Was. Touching. Him.
Do not
moan, I reminded myself.
“Congratulations on the movie.” Words poured out of my mouth, thankfully in a sequence that made
sense, as my fingers struggled not to caress the fabric of his suit. My fingers
didn’t listen, slowly stroking in small—slightly inappropriate and rather suggestive—circles.
Wow,
this is a really, really nice suit.
Do not
lick it.
T Gephart
is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T’s approach to life has been
somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane
to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her
somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for
travel and life experience.
With a rather
eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual
employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on
a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband.
Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding
set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have
lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout
the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley,
the wonder dog.
An avid
reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female
characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she
could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of
this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself
the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy
enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the
amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of
inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are
empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much
that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.
T loves
to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably
spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and
truly enjoying the ride!
Based on
her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth
of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
