About the Book
Lake Haven #1
by Julia London
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 5th, 2016
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Mia Lassiter is thrilled to finally put her artistic skills to use working for her aunt’s interior design shop in her hometown of East Beach. While renovating an old mansion overlooking stunning Lake Haven, she encounters a scruffy but attractive man named Brennan—the owner’s son. She doesn’t realize this sexy recluse is actually Everett Alden, the world-famous rock star in hiding who’s nursing his own artistic and personal crises.
As their personalities clash, tension simmers between the struggling artist and jaded musician, and their time spent alone together in the gorgeous old house only serves to turn up the heat. Soon, Mia and Brennan’s creative passions boil over to inspire passions of another kind…
But reality comes crashing in when Mia’s celeb-obsessed cousin discovers Brennan’s true identity—and reveals it to the world. As paparazzi swarm the mansion, Brennan is thrust back into his rock star lifestyle. Will Mia lose her soul mate just when she’s finally found him? Can their love survive the glaring spotlight?
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His delivery sucked, but he was right. He’d hit the nail on the head, had zeroed in on the thing that had nagged at Mia for a very long time, but she hadn’t been able to name. Her work had no clear vision, no real point of view. It was what her professors called “needs improvement” and “let’s work on what message you’re trying to convey.” She tried one idea after the next, never finding that common thread in her body of work. Her subjects were run of the mill.
He was right—she didn’t have what it took to be a working, viable artist. It was so unfair! Her love of art was what ran through her veins.
She couldn’t keep the desire out of her. She couldn’t not create.
Mia was so shaken that she didn’t notice her landlady until she almost collided with her. Mrs. Chalupnik was standing in the entry hall with one thick arm across her body, holding her threadbare bath-robe closed.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Chalupnik.” She put her head down and tried to scoot past. She was on the verge of a meltdown and didn’t have time to chat.
“The check, it’s no good,” Mrs. Chalupnik said, waving a paper at Mia with her free hand.
Mia’s step slowed. “What?”
“Your rent check is no good!” Mrs. Chalupnik said, only louder. “It comes back with insufficient funds!”
Mia felt a horrible twist of impending doom. “That’s impossible!” she cried, and took the paper, staring at it. How was that possible?
“Now you owe me two hundred dollars on top of rent,” Mrs. Chalupnik said. “You have until Friday.”
“But I can’t get it by Friday,” Mia said. Her head was reeling. “There has to be some mistake. I’m very careful about this—it’s impossible I bounced a rent check.”
“My eyes do not lie,” Mrs. Chalupnik said, jabbing a finger dangerously near her eye for emphasis. She snatched the paper from Mia’s hands. “Your bank, it doesn’t tell you this?”
Her bank. The truth was that Mia hadn’t collected her mail in several days. And she had turned off notices on her phone to keep the bat-tery from draining.
“You find the money,” Mrs. Chalupnik said. She turned around and opened the door to her apartment. The smell of sauerkraut wafted out and hit Mia squarely in the face before Mrs. Chalupnik slammed the door shut.
Mia whirled around, hurried to her mailbox, and opened it. Several things fell out, and among them, two notices from her bank. She fell back against the wall and slid down to her haunches in her stupid tea-stained dress and with a rash where her portfolio had rubbed against her leg as she’d trudged home.
So this, apparently, was how a life was completely deconstructed.
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