Title: Gabby Revealed (Finding Perfect #2)
Author: Amy Gregory
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: March 25, 2014
Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.
SynopsisGabby James didn’t have the idyllic childhood many in her little hometown of Renlend, Kansas had. High school was a living hell, but when she graduated she couldn’t bring herself to leave Renlend. The town was her prison, but her family’s bookstore, The Looking Glass, was her one true love. It was the place she could run to, and escape the prying eyes of the ones who taunted her.
Shane Compton was a literary agent in one of the most prestigious publishing houses in New York City. He found no greater rush than finding the next big talent, someone who could take the written word and turn it into an art form. In the span of one rude phone call Shane was drawn into the mystery of just who the fiery new author from Kansas was. When everyone else in the office refused to deal with her, Shane willingly accepted the challenge. There was no logic to the madness, but every time he had contact with her, she drove him wild.
Gabby tried every trick in the book to keep Shane at arm’s length, but he had made good on his promise to come to Kansas. He wanted to pull her out of anonymity, he wanted her in the public eye. Now here he stood, on the sidewalk in front her bookstore, and one look told her he was everything she was afraid he’d be. Too bad she was anything but who he thought she was.
Gabby quickly discovers Shane has more on his mind than just books and with a little help from an ornery matchmaker, he shows her a whole new life through her looking glass.
Steeling herself, she pushed off the bench and spun to open the heavy glass door. She startled, and stepped back, not expecting to see a man with his arm outstretched, his hand already gripping the door handle.
“Shit!” Her palm flew to her heart and she narrowed her eyes at the stranger while waiting for her pulse to even back out. Gabby wasn’t going to open the store for another twenty minutes at least, and she had been looking forward to a little peace before then. “Can I help you?” she snapped.
His voice flowed smoothly over her—too smoothly. Her chin rose in time with her eyebrow. She knew that voice, but only the voice. His black dress slacks hung off his hips, fitting him so perfectly, they appeared to be tailor-made. His pale lavender dress shirt was crisp, and even though the sleeves were rolled up, he wasn’t able to feign casual. A purple shirt, even a light one like his, wouldn’t be found here around her neck of the woods. His light brown hair puzzled her, it was contradictory to his ensemble. The cut was short, but the hint of curl gave him a boyish charm his clothing couldn’t cover up, even if he was going for the consummate professional.
“Yes? Do I know you?” she bit back, but she did.
Oh…no, no, no. Why God? Why the hell does this guy have to be him? With her brow furrowing, sadness bloomed in her heart. She had so much to be grateful for in her life, despite her younger years and the occasional run-in with the bitches of Renlend. “Well, that depends on how you define ‘know’.”
His smartass retort interrupted and his impish grin deflated the stiffness running through her. “Great. You’re early.”
“How could I be early when you would never tell me when was a good time to be here?”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes. I. Did. I said never.” She rolled her eyes and turned to open the door. His hand was already on the handle, but it was too late. Twenty-some years of the same move had her already reaching for the handle, her hand landing on his before she could stop it. The bite of electricity at the contact made her jerk back instantly.
Her elbow landed hard against a six-pack.
“Ah. Damn, Gabby,” Shane said with a grunt. “Do you always try to beat up your customers upon entering your store? Isn’t that bad for business?”
She dropped her hand from the tarnished brass handle and turned once again. An almost sincere apology was poised on the tip of her tongue, but she found herself too close to him to speak.
Gabby drew in a sharp breath, his scent encircled her, clouding her judgment. Eye-to-eye with the second button on his shirt, her gaze traveled upward. As he swallowed, his Adam’s apple fell back into place. His jaw was smooth, the stubble gone for the day. She was too close. He was too close. It was too hard not to take in his strong features, his light brown eyes, and the way his mouth slowly tipped as she drank in the sight of him.
Letting out a huff, she twisted away for a second time. “Screw you, Shane.”
She growled as she pushed at his arm, trying to knock him out of the way. “Oh my God, that was not an offer! You’re impossibly frustrating, did you know that?”
“Darling, I do believe you are the first woman to ever to tell me that.”
“I am not. Your. Darling.” Her hand flew to her hip and she glared at him. His smile widened and there was no way to mistake the twinkle in his eyes. Gritting her teeth, she snarled again, “I cannot even believe you haven’t pissed off at least one woman in this world.” The man was enjoying himself immensely, if the twitching of his lips was anything to judge by.
“No…I would have to say, I think I’m pretty good company.”
“Well then—”She twirled her finger around in a circle. “—Whoop-de-do-fucking-da. I get to be the first. Lucky me.” Gabby turned, reaching out again to open the door, but drew her fingers away seeing his hand still possessing the knob. “Are you going to open the door, or what?”
“Oh my God. Just open the damn door, Shane. Why do you have to be so damn irritating?”
“Are you always this lovable…or is it just me?” he teased back.
Liz Ashley interview with Gabby James and Shane Compton for Chloe Magazine.
Walking into The Looking Glass, it’s immediately like I’m home. I love the feel of this store! Gabby and Shane both walk up to greet me.
Gabby: Welcome, you must be Liz?
Liz: I am. Thank you so much. I’m honored to be the only interview you both have granted. (Shane tucks Gabby close to his side as he motions to the leather chairs at the front of the store)
Shane: I’ve stayed on top of magazines and interviewers for years. I know who we can trust to not twist words and such. (OMG, he has the most delicious and wicked smile. Fanning myself)
Liz: (fumbling with my messenger bag for legal pad to avoid turning red in front of them) Well, I greatly appreciate the compliment. So, I know one of you was um, ‘infatuated’ with the other first, but was it truly equal?
Gabby: (in her scuffed cowboy boots, ripped jeans and long brown waves, she’s naturally beautiful, I am in awe. And Shane, well, he’s just all sorts of hotness. Total opposite in his tailored gray slacks and white button down with the sleeves rolled up, but they make such a beautiful couple. I totally fall for the way she sits in the chair and he sits on the arm of it, his hand on her at all times.) She blushes at my question and I sort of get the feeling that as tough as she comes off, this is a weak spot for her.
Shane: Come on honey. You can tell Liz the truth.
(He’s teasing her, and it’s so hard to keep from laughing watching her mouth twitch trying not to smile)
(With a good shove, Gabby almost manages to push Shane off the chair, then they both start laughing.)
Gabby: Fine. Yes. Fine, I’ll admit it. (she rolls her eyes) There are you happy (she smirks at Shane)? (Turning toward me) Yes, I really couldn’t help but fall for his voice when I first talked to him years ago. His flirting was absolutely horrendous though. I just knew he had to act that way with all his clients.
Shane: No I didn’t! And you know that now.
Gabby: Now! I didn’t then.
(He leans in, kissing her head.)
Shane: No darling. Only you.
Liz: But you had never met correct?
Shane: Not until this spring. But then she couldn’t get rid of me.
Liz: I’m sorry, I can’t handle it anymore. I was trying to be professional, but I’m a girl. I’ve heard about the ring. Can I see? (Gabby holds her left hand out and looks up toward Shane) Oh my God, that’s gorgeous. Word in New York is, it’s Tiffany’s, correct?
Shane: (Kissing her forehead) Only the best for the woman I knew I had to have for the rest of my life.
Liz: But you had no idea, correct?
Gabby: No. None. But looking back, I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Liz: So, tell me. With the new “New York Power Couple”, at least in the publishing world, what is up for the future?
Shane: She just had number nineteen hit the NYT best-seller list. She’s writing number twenty. But I am really trying to talk her into slowing down, maybe releasing one a year from now on. I want to take her on vacations, we’re trying to plan our wedding and we both love working here.
Liz: What do you think about only releasing one a year, Gabby?
Gabby: I was nervous at first. Even though I’ve never gotten caught up in the whole staying on top thing, a part of me wanted that approval. Now, with things all out in the open and my identity revealed, it doesn’t seem to be important anymore. I love working with Shane here. I can type and Shane work, but we both love being down here and in the store. He loves coming in early for the guys my grandpa used to chat with. Although I wish some of their stories would remain untold.
Shane: (wiggles his eyebrows) I love it. The dirt they give me is so cute.
Gabby: Cute. Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to be is ‘cute’.
Shane: Cute, gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, you’re my everything!
Liz: Again, I’m going to have to be completely unprofessional—I want what you two have!
Shane: I got lucky, that’s for sure.
Liz: Well thank you both for letting me come, interrupt your work and world for a little bit.
Gabby: You’re welcome anytime.
Liz: You are going to wish you didn’t say that! Have a great 2014 both of you….
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About the AuthorWhen asked ‘when do you have time to write’, Amy Gregory simply laughs. The real answer is, “in bits and pieces”. She and her husband live in Kansas City with their three fantastic kids that keep them running in three very different directions. Because she sits so much, she always carries a notebook with her at all times.
She has an off the wall, snarky, off the cuff sense of humor that often shocks even those who’ve known her for years. And she loves that her children have all been blessed that ability to make others laugh as well. At least she’s grateful most of the time! Her husband often teases her about how she “makes this stuff up” when he’s reading a piece of her work. … The answer—“it just comes to me when I’m typing”. Scary thought, huh!