by Tina Reber
Ryan Christensen, newest celebrity sensation and star of the hottest movie trilogy franchise in recent history, is in a tiny town in Rhode Island to film the second movie. He never wanted stardom; he just wanted to act.
Taryn Mitchell is a pub owner in that tiny town who is probably the only woman in America who hasn't seen the first movie and has never read the books on which they are based. She can't figure out what all the fuss is about, but doesn't mind the extra money that comes in from all the fans in the area.
When Ryan almost literally crashes into Taryn's life, the two find each other and discover they have more than just a little chemistry.
Now all they need is the patience and honesty to trust each other, while also keeping away from the paparazzi.
Final thoughts: It's Twilight mixed with Notting Hill with a touch of Fifty Shades of Grey added... and it's not good. It appears to be Reber's fantasy about meeting and falling in love with Robert Pattinson while he was filming the Twilight series. "He doesn't really love his co-star! All the tabloids are full of lies. If he just met me, he'd fall instantly head over heels and we'd get married and live happily ever after." Ironically, Reber has a character just like that IN the book. On top of that serious problem is the fact that it goes on and on and on. Did she not have an editor? I read the ARC from NetGalley, so maybe the hundreds of errors, fragment sentences, typos, and repetitive statements will get fixed (though I doubt it). Much of what she writes doesn't make sense. Analogies don't work. And the whining... OMG, the WHINING!!! "You've got to trust me!" "I DO trust you." "Are you sure you trust me, because it doesn't look like it." "I trust you. Geez!" "I've told you everything." "I believe you and trust you.... Hey! What about this?!?!" "Oops! Forgot about that. But you still should trust me." ACCCKKK!!!! And, finally, the time issue. Reber cannot convey the passage of time. Sometimes a day takes pages and pages and sometimes you think it's the evening of one day and you suddenly discover that it's three weeks later. Avoid. Please avoid.