Author: Beck Wicks
Release Date: May 29, 2014
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Before He Was
Famous Blurb
Falling in love with your best
friend isn’t always a great idea, especially when he’s Noah Lockton - the
sexiest, most famous new talent on the planet. When 21-year-old small-town
photographer Chloe Campbell is offered the chance of a lifetime – to join her
celebrity childhood friend Noah on tour as an exclusive blogger for a New York
magazine – she’s certain both have put what happened four years ago behind
them. But his eyes still burn; his voice is still a jackhammer to her
heartstrings; all his songs are about her. Is it possible that that night still
haunts them both?
The music industry is a machine,
spinning hype and rumors as much as his records. It’s not just Noah’s
girlfriends who’ve got it in for Chloe (there’s no stopping the
Twitter-obsessed, cat-loving pop-star Courtney Lentini for starters). Pretty
soon, the jealousy and media frenzy surrounding these so-called-friends takes a
life-changing turn and it seems making love means making enemies at every turn.
When tragedy threatens to pull the final curtain on their relationship, both
Chloe and Noah must make a choice. As much as this world leaves them
starstruck, is living their dream really worth living without each other?
A story of lifelong friendships,
love and hope, set in a world of celebrity, fame and social media gone very,
very wrong.
Author Bio
Becky Wicks is a HarperCollins
author going indie! Itchy feet has led her to live and work all over the world
since leaving England at age 21, including NYC, Sydney, Bali, South America and
Dubai. Right now she’s scribbling the second book in the HotFlush series in
Vietnam, and will soon be in Vancouver if any hot Canadian men want to make her
a cup of tea?
Becky has also written three
funny travel books about her time in Dubai, Bali and South America
(HarperCollins). Her first book, Burqalicious - The Dubai Diaries, her second
book, Balilicious - The Bali Diaries and her third, Latinalicious -The South
America Diaries are out now as ebooks.
Becky has also written a comedy
romance with author Sarah Alderson under the name Lola Salt, called The
Extraordinary Life of Lara Craft (not Croft) which should raise a giggle or
two... think Bridget Jones if Jackie Collins had written it!
Author Links:
Twitter: bex_wicks
Excerpt- Chloe.
Let me guess. When you say the name Noah Lockton, you see him
standing with one of a hundred guitars around his neck, glistening with sweat
in the glare of the stage lights.
You see him grinning, maybe on a pap shot, maybe snapped on
a red carpet, smiling at you from the middle of a magazine. You see him in the
spotlight; hot in more ways than one, right?
You see shouting headlines, hear the shrieks of infatuated
fans, visualize the vacuous presenters buffing up his ego on all those TV
channels and him batting away compliments like they're bees. You see bulbs
flashing, neon flickering, videos playing on loop everywhere. They're in the
gym, on the seatback screens of airplanes; in your Facebook sidebar when you're
messaging your friends.
You hear his music, obviously. How could you not? It's
everywhere. His voice is everywhere. You know the stats. Noah Lockton.
Twenty-three. Five-foot-eleven, messy brown curls and steel-gray eyes. Pisces.
You think you know him, this superstar, guitar-playing rock star.
But there are some things you don't know about Noah Lockton.
You don't know how proud he was that time, to have made me a
cake out of Lego, mud and toothpaste. How when he was eight, he sat up in the
tree house for three whole days after Prairie died. I was freaking out that if
the dog fell down from heaven no one else would be as close to the sky to catch
him. Noah just didn't want anyone else to see him cry. So we sat up there
together, neither of us saying a word. Just holding hands.
You don't know how crazy he made me, teaching me guitar till
my fingers bled. How we perfected the art of burping the entire first Britney
Spears single together after four cans of Diet Coke and convinced a radio
station to put us on air.
You don't know how his arms felt wrapped around me when my
world came crashing down; how I clung to the feeling of him inside me, filling
me up; bringing me back to life again when all I could feel otherwise was numb.
You don't know how we avoid the subject now.
When we were kids, his dad said his eyes were so shiny in
all my photos because of all the stars inside them.
Noah was always going to shine.
He was always going to be mine.
But sometimes even I forget the way things were
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