Cover Reveal: Unwritten by Chelsea M. Cameron
Unwritten by Chelsea M. Cameron
Expected Release: June 2014
Blair Walton isn’t your average tattooed children’s librarian. She’s also one half of bestselling romance author, Scarlet Rose. Along with her bff Raine, she spends her nights writing books so steamy, she’s afraid they would shock her Southern conservative grandmother to death, if she knew about them. Blair and Raine keep their smut peddling ways a secret from everyone, including family.
“You’re kidding,” Raine said that night as I gave a dramatic reenactment of meeting Drake’s father that afternoon.
“Would I make something like this up?” I said, realizing too late that yes, I definitely could.
“Dude, you’re a writer. I’m a writer. We make things up for a living.” She gestured to make her point. Raine always had to gesture when she was talking. Even when her hands were full. She always had a tendency to spill things.
“Yes, good point, but still. No, I am not making this up. He was completely real. And gorgeous and that accent.” I had that tingle again just remembering.
“You’re talking about the dad, right?” It took me a second to realize what she said.
I smacked her on the arm. “Ew, pervert. Yes, the dad. I wish I could have gotten his name. If only the stupid nanny hadn’t filled out the form. Then he would have had to print his name and I would know what it is.”
“Well, another part of our job as writers is to know things. And if we don’t know them, how to find them.” She ran to her computer and started typing like a madwoman.
“No, Raine. No. We swore we would only use your powers in extreme emergencies.”
She didn’t look up at me.
“There’s a cute guy involved. That qualifies this as an emergency.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine.Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red vel-vet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst videogamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
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