"Small town girl big town actor what could possibly go wrong"
Reviewed by Shellie Surles
Posted November 29, 2014
Romance Contemporary
Woken up in the middle of the night by her best friend
Mark,
Kelly does as he ask and goes to pick up some mysterious
celebrity at a small local airport. Tired and still half
asleep Kelly is completely shocked to find that the person
she is picking up and taking to her home to stay and hide
in seclusion is the one celebrity she has had a crush on
for years, Trevor Jacobs. While playing it as cool as she
can Kelly takes Trevor home and sets him up in a nice
peaceful room and temporary quiet life. Quite is the way
Kelly lives and the life she enjoys.
Trevor is a man that lives his life in front of the camera
and has been looking for a break as he considers his next
acting role. He never expected his life to be turned
upside
down by Kelly and question all the choices he has made.
Trevor begins to care for Kelly and when he discovers her
secret it brings everything into question. Trevor must
decide what is more important to him, the spotlight and
fame or Kelly.
Joanna Grace pulls of a great story completely different
from her other works but no less awesome. This romance has
a great cast and even deals with an issue I personally had
never even considered before. THE ROLES WE PLAY is a love
story that every small town girl has dreamed of. Pick up
and read THE ROLES WE PLAY it's a quickly gripping story
that
you won't put down until you are done. As long as Joanna
Grace keeps writing I'll keep reading.
SUMMARY
Kelly prefers to take the pictures, not to be in them. With
her grandfather, she lives a solitary life in an isolated
estate home. When her best friend wakes her up in the middle
of the night asking for a favor, Kelly never dreamed it
would land her face-to-face with her celebrity crush. Trevor lives his life in front of the cameras. He’s one of
the top super stars of Hollywood—and he’s on the brink of a
burn out. Before he takes on another film, he escapes to a
secluded place to get his mind straight. He didn’t expect to
have his entire way of thinking turned upside down by his
lovely, yet blunt hostess. As the walls between them come down, Trevor allows Kelly to
review his next project, a movie that hailed the negative
side of BDSM. The subject hits far too close to home and her
confession changes his perspective. Now that Trevor has seen
things through Kelly’s eyes, it sets him on a new path, one
he can’t reveal until the time is right. But she harbors a
secret of her own. Can their love survive the truth? Or will their new roles
tear them apart?
ExcerptKelly rolled over in bed and picked up her cell phone.
Mark’s face smiled back at her as his Bon Jovi ringtone
blared. What could he possibly want at three in the morning?
Was he insane? “You’d better be bleeding, jackass,” she mumbled.
His deep chuckle filled the silence of her studio.
“Damn, you’re grumpy in the morning.” “It’s not morning yet. It’s that time of day even Jesus
hates. What do you want? Where are you?” “I had to work the late shift, remember?” Kelly vaguely recalled that the night guy at the airport
had quit and Mark had to fill in for him for a couple weeks.
“I’m really sorry for your luck. Again, what do you want?” “I need a favor.” Ah hell. The last time Mark needed a favor, Kelly ended
up watching three little girls—scratch that, three little
terrorists—all under the age of six so he could go bang
their mom. “If this involves you getting laid, I’m not
interested. Try that website for nanny services.” “Don’t be bitter. It doesn’t suit you.” “Point, Mark. Let’s get to the point.” She rubbed a hand
over her messy hair and down her face. People should not be
awake at three a.m., especially people like her. “Remember that actor that had his plane serviced a
couple months ago?” Kelly answered with a grunt. She had to admit, it was
pretty sweet that Mark had spent an entire afternoon
chauffeuring around a big time celebrity while his plane was
checked out. They went to lunch and spent the afternoon
driving around and chatting like old friends. That was just
Mark, though. He had the best luck of any person she’d ever met. “We were having lunch and he starts telling me that he
likes to hide out, right. No cameras, no interviews, just
shootin’ the shit. We got along, so I offered for him to
stay around here when he needed to.” Kelly cursed. She knew exactly what Mark had offered.
“What did you promise and how screwed am I?” “Let me finish.” Mark sighed, his nerves clearly shot.
“So I might have led him to believe that I knew someone with
a private bed and breakfast type place that is way off in
the hills.” “Damn it, Mark. You know Pops doesn’t like strangers.” “Well, here’s the thing. He might have told his
girlfriend about this little hidey-hole.” Kelly groaned. “Might have? God, you make me want to
hold your head under water until the bubbles quit.” “Plane lands in an hour, private runway H.” Kelly was already pulling on her jeans because this was
Mark. Even though Mark was a pain in the ass, he would give
his left nut for her. “Do you mean to tell me that now I
have to play hostess to some stuck up actress in hiding
because she’s in trouble and needs her publicist to smooth
things over?” “You know I love you, right?” “Ha! This is why I don’t do the whole love thing. Men
are pigs.” “All but me, babe. You’re a freaking angel. Private run—” “Runway H, got it, got it. Bye.” Kelly stood in the hangar at four in the morning. She was
freezing. The November winds cut through her hoodie down to
her bones. The private runways on this side of the small
airport were lifeless. If this was another one of Mark’s
jokes, she would hang him and beat him like a dirty rug.
Mark enjoyed playing jokes, particularly on her. As unfair as it was, he had to be the luckiest guy on the
planet. God only knew how many pictures he had with famous
people who flew into the airport and happened to land in the
private hangar where he worked. The photos lined his wall.
Movie stars, rock stars, even a porn star. Kelly didn’t ask
how he knew who she was. Some things needed to remain a
mystery between friends. The likelihood of this being real was high. As a small plane
came in for a landing, Kelly took out her phone to see
exactly who she was hosting. “Mark?” “That’s his plane.” “His plane. It’s a guy? You said your friend told his
girlfriend.” Mark chuckled mischievously. “And she turned around and told
her friend—an actor.” “Why won’t you tell me who he is? Is this one of your
pranks?” Kelly looked around, expecting to find Mark
watching and laughing. “I will have your testicles.” “No pranks. This is honest to God the luckiest day of your
life.” “Come on, Mark. Seriously, will I even recognize this guy?
Have I seen any of his movies? What is he, extra number one
hundred and fifty—” She stopped mid-sentence when her eyes
locked on to the man stepping out of the private jet. “Holy. Shit. Please tell me that is not…” “Your very own guilty pleasure, Trevor Jacobs. Happy
Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday for the
next twenty years.” “If you ever need a kidney, I’m your girl. Gotta go.” She
hung up to Mark laughing and saying, “You’re welcome.”
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