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We are so excited to bring you A.B. Wilson's new Contemporary Romance, THE ROLE

The Role releases August 10th!

Book Description:

Fleeing a flaming dumpster fire of a life in Chicago, ALINA FERROUS moves to Los Angeles to accept a half-assed job offer from the diabolical director of the struggling TV show, Southern Gods. Her official title on the show is assistant producer, but she’s also the director’s widely proclaimed muse. A sexist designation, if ever one existed. It’s been a hard slog, but she finally feels like she’s on track to achieving her filmmaking dream—until she catches the eye of a certain, well-known guest star.

While Alina is holding on tightly to her hard-won career, MARKUS SHELLENBERG is in total free fall. After losing a bet with the director of the show, he is forced to take on a small role in Southern Gods. Functional most days, but sinking fast, Markus struggles to overcome creative exhaustion and anxiety exacerbated by his grueling schedule and the painful demise of an eight year relationship. Almost immediately upon arriving on set, he strikes up an unlikely friendship with Alina that shocks him with its relative ease and candor.

Unfortunately, Alina and Markus’s friendship and impossible-to-hide chemistry doesn’t go unnoticed by the show’s director. In a last ditch effort to save the show, he casts them in leading roles as love interests for the next season. As Markus and Alina prepare to take on new roles, their friendship evolves into something more and the line between reality and the show begins to blur. Before long, a tip from a gossipy co-worker prematurely outs them to the media and they’re forced to take their tentative relationship into the glaring, public spotlight.

Markus and Alina play along at first, but the stress of celeb life and being the saviors of the show ratchets up and it becomes heartbreakingly obvious how little they know and trust each other away from the isolated set. When a popular tabloid releases a vicious article depicting Alina as a gold-digging homewrecker, the hastily-built foundation of their relationship disintegrates completely beneath the weight of the narrative’s lies and accusations.

With the help of friends and Markus’s irrepressible youngest brother, Ali na and Markus set out to reclaim their narrative from the gossip hounds. Together, the two are able to sift through the wreckage of their previous relationship and rebuild on a foundation of honesty and trust rather than raw chemistry and need.

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Excerpt:

“Jesus, how many notifications can you get at one time?” Markus’ voice was exasperated when the pinging of my phone’s alerts took off as we got closer to L.A. and regular cell service.

I snorted as I made a face at his handsome profile.

“Is the studio harassing you again?” he asked.

“No. More like everyone who has seen photos of us at the resort in Ojai and is now contacting me for comments.” I was proud of how calm I sounded, very mature. “I’m looking at the pictures now.” The tension in my voice was unmistakable and he did a double take as he looked over at me. My hands started to shake and I almost dropped my phone as I saw the worst yet.

He craned his neck, attempting to see while still navigating the twisty backroad from the resort to the highway.

“Pull over, Markus,” I ordered, my attention frozen on one very, very private moment immortalized on my screen for other peoples’ benefit.

“Seriously? Now? How bad can it be?” he asked.

“Now!”

He pulled off to the side of the road and I wordlessly handed him my phone. Slowly at first, then more frantically, he swiped through picture after picture of us on our private vacation. Most were blurry, shot at a distance, and we were barely distinguishable from any other couple. Some, however, were closer. A few from the lounge at the hotel showed us holding hands and laughing over drinks. Fine. But the ones shot with a telephoto lens of us in the tub on our private balcony were not fine at all. He looked over at me hesitantly. “Fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

“No? How about, ‘I’m so sorry, Alina. This is incredibly fucked up. I can’t believe someone managed to photograph the two of us fucking in a hot tub and sold it to the world.’ That would be a great start.”

He smiled at my impression of him, then straightened up. “We had a crew on site and that resort is known for its privacy measures. I’m not sure how these photos were taken.” He frowned and pulled out his phone, started typing. “I’ll text my team and have them file papers.

I sat in silence, staring out of the window as I waited for him to slap out a fast order to his people to get on top of the story, have the pictures pulled wherever she could, as soon as she could.

“They say they’re on it already and getting cease-and-desist orders out.” he said after a fast back-and-forth.

“Fine. Let’s just get back to your place. This will pass, right?”

He grabbed my hand and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. “It will, I promise.”

The rest of the ride was quiet as we descended back into the real world. Our getaway already seemed to be in the distant past, and my memories were now tainted by the media’s involvement.

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