About The Book:
Title: A Beautiful Star
Series: Beautiful #5
Author: Lilliana Anderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication: November 17, 2014
Pre-Order: iBooks
***CONTENT WARNING*** New Adult Romance for ages 18+ due to sex scenes and adult situations.
BEAUTIFUL SERIES, BOOK FIVE
MAY BE READ ON ITS OWN OR AS A PART OF THE SERIES.
When Jonathan decided to help Lisa, he was trying to atone in some way for his past sins. He certainly wasn't expecting to be pulled into a night full of hiding out from the press with a journalist called Sandra Haegen, and almost being choked to death by a rockstar in love with his ex.
When Jonathan decided to help Lisa, he was trying to atone in some way for his past sins. He certainly wasn't expecting to be pulled into a night full of hiding out from the press with a journalist called Sandra Haegen, and almost being choked to death by a rockstar in love with his ex.When Sandra decided to help Lisa by feeding Perry, she was just trying to be a good person. She also wasn't expecting to spend the night hiding from the press. Even more so, she wasn't expecting to spend the night with one of Australia's hottest young actors, Jonathan Masters. She also wasn't expecting to save his life.
And that's just the beginning.
From there, these two must find a way live with the past and look to the future - no matter what the personal cost.
Excerpt:
The next morning, I head into work to find yet another gift waiting for me on my desk. It’s a small white box with a blue ribbon tied around it, and the sight of it makes me stop in my doorway and immediately pull out my phone.
“This needs to stop,” I say to myself with an annoyed shake of my head as I pull up Jonathan’s number and dial. He picks up within two rings.
“Good morning, Red,” he chirps.
“Stop sending me things,” I demand immediately.
“You’ve got the wrong guy this time. Whatever you have, it wasn’t me. Maybe it was from that pretty boy you were kissing in the papers the other day.”
“He’s not a pretty boy. You’re a pretty boy.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” he jokes.
“Well, I’m a sweetheart, what can I say. Listen, sorry to attack you, I should have checked the card first.”
“You can call me anytime, for anything. I won’t hold it against you.”
“Ok,” I laugh. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Alright, you do that. But, Red, when am I going to see you again?”
“I haven’t decided on that yet.”
“You’re hurting me. I just want to be your friend and you’re putting up road blocks.”
“I’m totally not buying this friend act.”
“You should, because it can’t be more unless you want it to be. Besides, we have fun. We get along. You want fun, right?”
“You’re trying too hard, Jonathan. I’m going now.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Bye, Red.”
Hitting the end call button, I walk over to my desk and pull the blue ribbon on the box to get to the card.
For your tastebuds.
Call me.
Brad
Smiling, I open the box and find a red velvet cupcake inside. When I bite into it–and yes, I eat it immediately–it’s the softest, most flavour-filled baked treat I have ever had the pleasure of eating–and I’ve eaten a lot, so I know what I’m talking about.
“You are very popular lately,” Erin, our receptionist comments on her way past my office. “You’re getting more deliveries than anyone else here. And the guy who dropped that off was H-O-T. Oh my lord, you are one lucky woman.”
“He was here?” I ask, pointing at the box as I talk through a mouthful of cake.
“I think so. Dark hair, brown eyes, tatts all over his arms? He was wearing a white bonds shirt, a pair of jeans, and some Vans. He didn’t seem like a courier to me.”
“That’s him alright. How long ago?”
“Maybe an hour? I told him you don’t get in until nine.”
I swallow the last of the cake and lick the crumbs off my fingers and my lips, apologising that there was only one in the box as I do. Then I thank Erin for dropping by and when she leaves, turn to my phone again, this time ringing the correct person for a thank you.
“This needs to stop,” I say to myself with an annoyed shake of my head as I pull up Jonathan’s number and dial. He picks up within two rings.
“Good morning, Red,” he chirps.
“Stop sending me things,” I demand immediately.
“You’ve got the wrong guy this time. Whatever you have, it wasn’t me. Maybe it was from that pretty boy you were kissing in the papers the other day.”
“He’s not a pretty boy. You’re a pretty boy.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” he jokes.
“Well, I’m a sweetheart, what can I say. Listen, sorry to attack you, I should have checked the card first.”
“You can call me anytime, for anything. I won’t hold it against you.”
“Ok,” I laugh. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Alright, you do that. But, Red, when am I going to see you again?”
“I haven’t decided on that yet.”
“You’re hurting me. I just want to be your friend and you’re putting up road blocks.”
“I’m totally not buying this friend act.”
“You should, because it can’t be more unless you want it to be. Besides, we have fun. We get along. You want fun, right?”
“You’re trying too hard, Jonathan. I’m going now.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Bye, Red.”
Hitting the end call button, I walk over to my desk and pull the blue ribbon on the box to get to the card.
For your tastebuds.
Call me.
Brad
Smiling, I open the box and find a red velvet cupcake inside. When I bite into it–and yes, I eat it immediately–it’s the softest, most flavour-filled baked treat I have ever had the pleasure of eating–and I’ve eaten a lot, so I know what I’m talking about.
“You are very popular lately,” Erin, our receptionist comments on her way past my office. “You’re getting more deliveries than anyone else here. And the guy who dropped that off was H-O-T. Oh my lord, you are one lucky woman.”
“He was here?” I ask, pointing at the box as I talk through a mouthful of cake.
“I think so. Dark hair, brown eyes, tatts all over his arms? He was wearing a white bonds shirt, a pair of jeans, and some Vans. He didn’t seem like a courier to me.”
“That’s him alright. How long ago?”
“Maybe an hour? I told him you don’t get in until nine.”
I swallow the last of the cake and lick the crumbs off my fingers and my lips, apologising that there was only one in the box as I do. Then I thank Erin for dropping by and when she leaves, turn to my phone again, this time ringing the correct person for a thank you.
About The Beautiful Series:
A series of stand alone novels and companions novellas (The Beauty in Between). Each Beautiful Series novel follows many variations on the love triangle, where one couple gets their happy ending, and the character who misses out becomes the main character in the next instalment.
The Beauty in Between are companion novellas that give fans of the main series background information on some of their favourite characters, or a short continuation of a couple's story.
Readers can choose to read every book and its companion in order, or they can choose only those that interest them.
For those wishing to read the series entirely, there is an easy to refer to reading order below
Reading Order (**Novellas)
A Beautiful Star (book 5) (November 2014)
A Beautiful Reunion (March 2015)
A Beautiful Scent (TBA)
About The Author:
Bestselling Author of the Drawn Series, the Beautiful Series, and the Confidante Trilogy, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer.Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters as well as a biographical trilogy based on an ex-Sydney sex worker, named Angelien.
Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it's outback and tries to show characters in more of a city setting.
When she isn't writing, she wears the hat of 'wife and mother' to her husband and four children.
Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university.
Originally from Sydney's Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.
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