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Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Photographed in the Writer's Room by Michelle L. E. Price - Book Tour


Photographed in the Writer’s Room

Former TV star Brandi Tyler's big screen debut crashed and burned amid rumors of an affair with her married co-star… Now, she wants nothing more than to quietly slink away from Hollywood. When she's offered an opportunity to get out of town and work on a project involving the photographer that launched her career, it seems like the perfect escape! Unfortunately for Brandi, her famous face makes hiding out even a huge city like Houston a little tricky.

When the celebrated photographer's son offers to let her use his home for privacy, it seems like everything is falling into place. Little does she know that Michael Ames a gorgeous best selling author, and he comes with the package! As Brandi makes her way through old photographs and new scandals, Michael struggles with his next project, and they both fight the growing attraction between them.

Maybe a posse of new girlfriends, some Texas-sized boozy brunches, and a little private time in the writer's room will help this leading lady find her path back onscreen. And, if she can just picture it, maybe this time she'll even find love?

 

Purchase Links

US - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08T6HGFG6

UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08T6HGFG6

Excerpt
Excerpt from Photographed in the Writer’s Room

by Michelle L.E. Price

 [Author’s note: Michael Ames, best selling author, is briefly staying at Brandi Tyler’s home. She is a model-turned-television star whose most recent movie bombed in the box office amid rumors of an on set affair with her married co-star. She is currently away from Hollywood in Houston, Texas working on a project for Michael’s father. He’s just called to let her know he’d arrived.]

 It’s not what I expected,” Michael said with no introduction.

Brandi let his warm baritone settle in, feeling it through her entire body, before she answered, “What’s not?”

Your home.”

Oh, yeah? No stuffed animals or rainbows?” she said with a smirk. “Or were you expecting more of a bordello?”

It’s beautiful. Truly.”

Brandi didn’t respond, just felt the flush of his obvious approval. She could hear surprise mixed in with the appreciation but couldn’t bring herself to call him on it.

I noticed something in your bathroom, though.”

Her mind raced. What could she have left out?

His deep voice whispered, “You are a smart, powerful woman. You’ve got this.”

What?” Brandi said, startled. Then she remembered. “Oh! Yes. Franklin is an amazing person. His affirmations are so dear. He’s not just any PA. He’s like having an incredible big brother too.” She paused, then added, “Though, sometimes, it’s more like a little brother.”

Michael laughed. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t let your big little brother decorate for you. This feels like you, through and through. Your home is gorgeous.”

She was again surprised to realize that he knew her well enough to say that, and deeply flattered. Brandi was at a loss for words.

Although,” Michael continued into the silence, “this sofa is clearly made for girls. My knees are up around my ears. How do men stand it?”

Without thinking, Brandi said simply, “No clue. I’ve never had one over.”

You must get a lot of complaints . . .” his voice stopped abruptly. “Wait, what?”

It’s true. You’re the first man I’ve let stay in my home.” She was met with silence. “Well, other than Franklin,” she hastened to add, “but he’s my height.” All of a sudden, Brandi wanted to be entirely truthful; if she was going to be vulnerable, she was going all in. “And I guess Ryder has been there, too. I’m not sure he ever sat down. But I’ve definitely never had any men spend the night there.” She held her breath, unsure why, but waiting for his reaction. “You’ll be the first.”

All those rumors?” It was definitely a question. And not just about the men that had been in her apartment.

Come on, Michael. You know better than most people that nearly all of what we read is fiction.”

Michael sensed her trying to be glib. Sassy.

She continued, “I mean, I’ve dated. I’m not a child, and I’m certainly not a nun. But, inviting someone to my home? Letting them see the real deal? That’s just not where my relationships have gone for a long time. Maybe ever. I’ve enjoyed the independence. The mystery.” He could hear a slight catch in her voice as she said, “So, um, what do you think?”

Even she wasn’t sure if she was still asking about the space, or about what he’d learned about the complete fiction that was the public version of her private life.

Michael closed his eyes. “Brandi, I think you are remarkable.”

Author Bio

Born in Montreal but raised in New England, author Michelle L. E. Price has been writing as long as anyone can remember. An avid reader who was on the verge of losing her mind as a mom to two small children, Michelle began writing her first book, Hidden in the Writer’s Room, as an escape… at least her characters would do exactly what she told them to do and she could always count on a happily ever after ending. She also enjoys wine, re-watching 90’s sitcoms and occasionally running, but heavily relies on writing to stay sane. Michelle is a firm believer that laughter and love are the best parts of life.

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