SARAH LOUISE SMITH TELLS US ‘THE TRUTH ABOUT ELLEN’

 

I’m thrilled to host Sarah Louise Smith on my blog once again, to spotlight her fabulous new romantic novel, The Truth About Ellen. Imagine you had the chance of a romantic encounter with an adolescent crush… then read on. Here is an extract from this brand new book with purchase links and more info about Sarah below. 

Ellen

Extract from The Truth About Ellen by Sarah Louise Smith:

Ellen is staying at hotel when she spots a member of a band she was a huge fan of in her teen years…

Was that who I thought it was?

He looked older, for sure. But then it’d been ten years since I’d seen his face. No. It was him, I was sure of it. I stared at the back of his head, willing him to turn again, but he didn’t. So I did the only thing I could; I dropped my book again. With a bit more height and force this time.

He looked around, this time with a confused, quizzical look. It was! It was him!

I lifted my book and rolled my eyes, shaking my head slightly to show what an imbecile I was for dropping my book twice in the space of a few minutes.

Then, Tom Green – yes, the Tom Green, who wrote the lyrics and played the bass in Four Ape; Tom Green, the one I’d fancied least but respected the most – got up off his blanket and came over to me.

He looked older, but not in a bad way. Time had filled him out; he’d gone from skinny and lanky to broad and sexy. His dark hair was much shorter and neater than when I’d last seen him on TV with just a couple of silver flecks above his ears. His eyes were the same; grey-blue. He was wearing a checked blue and white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and slim fitting jeans. Holy crap, he’d turned out good. He held up his paperback.

“We’re reading the same book,” he said simply, a small smile forming on his lovely, lovely face.

“Oh wow, so we are,” I said, holding mine up for him to see, as if he hadn’t already. Why hadn’t I put any make-up on this morning?

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked me.

“Well, I’ve only read a few pages.”

“I’m about a quarter of the way through. It really gets interesting after chapter four.”

I nodded. “Good to know, thank you.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.”

He smiled and dropped his blanket on the floor, then sat beside me on the bench, immediately opening his book and continuing his reading. Was he staying at this hotel? He must be! What were the chances? I mean, I know I’d met a Four Ape member before, but really, I had to be the luckiest fan in the world. I felt the familiar moistness developing on my hands. Now was not the time to get nervous and sweaty. I tried to take a subtle deep breath.

Oh. My. God. This was amazing. I told the 13 year old inside me to shut up and calm down before I strangled her. I opened up my book but didn’t read one word. I kept stealing sideways glances at Tom. Tom Green.

Sitting on the same bench as me. Of all the benches in the world … and of all the books… Now that he was closer, I realised I was right about him being better looking now than he was back then; he was never ugly, but just kind of ordinary looking. Now, he had a fuller, handsomer face and muscular arms. His dark hair was trimmed at the sides but a little longer on top, and he had a thin layer of stubble, which suited him. And he smelled amazing. I stared at my book and tried to read the sentence I’d been on before he’d come over.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked me. I looked up from my book and at his lovely, lovely eyes.

“Wonderful.”

“Did you arrive today?”

“About an hour ago. You?”

“I’ve been here three weeks.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah, I just came for a few days initially, but I loved it, so I stayed.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How lovely.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s a lovely place to take a break.”

I nodded, unsure what to say next. I tried to subtly wipe my hands on my jeans. I really had to chill. I could not mess this up; I could not say anything that would make him stop talking to me.

“Where are you from?” I asked, searching my bank of small talk questions for the next one.

“London. Well, I’m from London. I’ve also got a house in the south of France, and spend a lot of time there too.”

“Ah, nice.”

“Sorry, what a pretentious wanker that makes me sound!” He laughed. “I don’t mean to sound so conceited.”

I laughed. “Not at all.”

“Where are you from?”

“Milton Keynes.”

“Ah, I’ve been there. Lots of roundabouts.”

I know you’ve been there, I wanted to tell him. I was one of the fifty or so girls screaming as you walked in and out of the radio station for an interview, back in 1998…..

Ellen

The Truth About Ellen

It’s every girl’s dream to date a pop star…

When Ellen starts dating Tom, a member of the band she adored as a teenager, she can’t believe how lucky she is.

She neglects to mention that she’s a huge fan because that just wouldn’t be cool, would it?

Ellen also keeps quiet about how she once spent an evening with Tom’s ex-bandmate/ex-best friend Jasper, her long-term celebrity crush. Tom doesn’t need to know about that, it’s all in the past.

That is until Tom and Jasper get back in touch… and the truth threatens to ruin everything Ellen has ever dreamed of…

 

The Truth About Ellen is available to buy from:

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Ellen-Sarah-Louise-ebook/dp/B00WPHVF9Q/

 Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/Truth-About-Ellen-Sarah-Louise-ebook/dp/B00WPHVF9Q/

 

About Sarah Louise Smith

Sarah Louise Smith lives in Milton Keynes, England with her husband, step-daughter, loopy golden retriever and cheeky tortie cat.

Sarah has been writing stories since she can remember and has so far completed four chick-lit novels, all published by Crooked Cat:

SarahL-S

Amy & Zach

Izzy’s Cold Feet

Independent Jenny

The Truth About Ellen

 

Connect with Sarah:

www.sarahlouisesmith.com

Twitter @sarahsmith16

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/sarahlouisesmithauthor

 

 

 

 

 

 

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