Spotlight & Giveaway: WHILE YOU WERE SEETHING by Charlotte Stein

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Charlotte Stein’s new release: WHILE YOU WERE SEETHING

In this new enemies to lovers road trip and book tour, we get plenty of Charlotte Steins’s timeless tropes that are sure to pull at your heartstrings, in addition to her signature spiciness. Stein is at her very best with her newest novel, WHILE YOU WERE SEETHING 

Daisy Emmett has been enemies with famous romance author Caleb Miller since they were in college together, and time hasn’t lessened their mutual loathing. So when she agrees to maneuver him through a PR disaster of his own making, she knows it’s not going to be easy. She just doesn’t realize how not easy until they somehow end up trapped in the same truck, on an endless road trip from one book tour stop to another, bantering and butting heads along the way.

Then, even more horrifying: people appear to be mistaking her for the woman he dedicates all his books to. The love of his life, his adored beloved—the one who doesn’t actually exist. Now they’re trapped into pretending she does and that Daisy is her, each fake kiss and phoney embrace ratcheting up the tension to the point where enemies suddenly seems a lot closer to lovers than either of them would like. Or so they’re telling themselves. But sometimes it’s hard to be sure, when seething turns into something so much more…

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from WHILE YOU WERE SEETHING 

Daisy Emmett knew she should never have agreed to help her mortal enemy the moment she saw the keep out sign. Or, more accurately, the twelve keep out signs, in varying shades of unhinged. There was an official-looking one, advertising extreme legal action for all trespassers. Then a gigantic round one attached to the barbed-wire-laced gate of his middle-of-nowhere Maine home, with various health-and-safety-style stick figures being brutalized by booby traps all over it. And if that wasn’t enough to put you off, there were also the seven massive dogs the other signs advertised.

She felt pretty sure one of them was just a picture of a werewolf.

Its fork-sized fangs glared down at her from a glossy billboard-looking thing atop the fence next to the gate. And this fence was big. It stood twice as tall as her, even though she was five-five in her very professional heels, and it seemed to wrap around the entirety of the property that lay beyond.

All of which was, in one way, understandable.

Caleb Miller was a very famous man. And not just because his books were familiar with the number-one spot on every bestseller list in existence. Or because there was now a near cottage industry of glossy TV adaptations of most of his work, two of which had starred Nicole Kidman. Or because many airport bookstores survived on his name alone.

No, there was also his mythos.

The legends that had built up around him.

That he hated talking to people so much everyone in the small town he lived in had barred him from their establishments. That he never smiled; that he did smile but his smile was bloodcurdling; that if you smiled at him, he would have you fired. And of course the big one: that the only thing he cared about was the mysterious beloved he had lost long ago.

Oh yeah, people loved that one.

She could definitely see some trying to scale his fence over it. So it made sense, it really did. And yet at the same time, all this just seemed like typical Miller bullshit to her. She could still see him now in her mind’s eye, sitting across the table from her in Professor Dunderson’s workshop. Perpetually sat back in his chair, enormous arms folded across his thick chest, expression set to withering.

An opinion like happy endings are for fools always on his lips.

In fact, those were the very words that had landed him in this much hot water—spoken
on The View, directly to Whoopi Goldberg’s face. Before he’d stormed off, to the horror and shock of literally everybody on the planet.

Though if she was being honest, she had no idea how he’d even managed to write romance novels that so many people actually believed in and loved in the first place. Or how he made his fan club think he had secret passionate depths, and some love story for the ages in his past. All those dedications at the start of his books—my soul is lost without yours, my heart wants to march to where you are sleeping, there is no light without the one that you provide—were just bunk, as far as she was concerned.

Lemony Snicket–style nonsense.

Something to get people salivating and speculating.

He was savvy enough for it, after all. He’d tricked her into thinking he had a soul at one point. Right the way back before their enemyship had begun, when she first heard him speaking in some lecture and thought—I want to know that guy. The one who understands The Remains of the Day. The one who understands every single thing that lies beneath the surface of that fool’s words. The one who said it all to back up a girl who’d just been interrupted by some dipshit.

Then she had watched as he slowly ground all her glowing first impressions down to dust.

By graduation, she’d wondered if she could get away with murdering him.

And it seemed like nothing about him had changed. Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she’d imagined otherwise. Or what had made Henry Samuel Beckett—“Beck” to his friends, of which she had somehow found herself being one—believe that hiring her for this job was a good idea. Because, yes, she had a fabulous public relations company with a stellar reputation. Sure, she also had a kind of former relationship with the man Beck had wanted the public relations sorting for. But it had all just seemed to happen so quickly and in such a poorly-thought-outway.

Beck had bowled her over with his golden retriever enthusiasm over dinner, the minute she just happened to mention she had once known Caleb Miller. And her other good buds, Mabel and Alfie, had chimed in with what a great opportunity this would be to raise her company’s international reputation. And then the next thing she knew, they had been making plans over Alfie’s birthday steaks.

A book tour. For Miller’s latest book, If You Were Mine. But one that would really give him every opportunity to show his softer side, his better side, the side of him that was passionate with this mystery woman the internet always blathered on about. He must have one, Beck
had insisted, with his big earnest eyes all wide and his warm voice all full of sincerity. God, it was like he had hypnotized her with kindness.

She hadn’t even managed to say that Miller definitely didn’t.

She just couldn’t when faced with someone who thought life was all rainbows and sunbeams.

Instead of what it actually was: turning up to a supposedly arranged meeting with your mortal enemy just to discover the only way in was via an intercom that didn’t work. She finally took a breath and dared to press the button on it, and it tilted sideways. It made a weird hollow noise. Then she looked behind and found not one connected wire.

She was forced to knock.

Excerpt. ©Charlotte Stein. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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Meet the Author:

Charlotte Stein has written over thirty sexy novellas and novels, including the RT award nominated Intrusion and the DABWAHA nominated Run To You. When not writing she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. She lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and their totally real dog.

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