The Role by A.B. Wilson- Blog Tour with Excerpt

8/15/2021

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We are so excited to bring you A.B. Wilson's new Contemporary Romance, THE ROLE

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Book Description:

Thrown together on the set of a failing TV show, Alina and Markus must navigate the spotlight together as a couple or risk cancellation.

Rebuild. That’s Markus’ plan after a disastrous role and explosive public breakup with the girl he thought was The One. The bit part he originally agreed to take on after losing a bet now seems like his last opportunity to pull his career back from the brink. When he walks onto the set, he finds a TV show on the verge of cancellation and the paparazzi circling like vultures watching for what—or who—he’ll try to do next.

When Markus is introduced to the director’s muse and the show’s on-location assistant producer, Alina, sparks start to fly and the two strike up a tentative friendship among the lights and cameras of the gossipy set. The ambitious and hard-working Alina has zero interest in getting sucked into Markus’ celebrity gossip drama, but she may not have a choice as one disaster after another befalls the set.

A chance screen test and some serious groveling by the show’s director leads to Markus and Alina taking on major roles in a desperate attempt to save the show from network cancellation. Now in front of the camera, Markus and Alina are bound together as love interests and the line between private and public starts to blur. As life begins to imitate art, Markus and Alina get ground to dust by the celeb gossip mill seeking the ‘real’ story behind the two of them. If they can come back from this and save the show, they’ll be the next Hollywood power couple.

Reader advisory: This book contains discussion of mental health, specifically anxiety and depression. There is mention of emotional abuse by an ex, cheating, revenge porn, alcohol abuse and major media intrusion.

EXCERPT:

A few hours later, something woke me—a bright light and sharp click. The cabin was dark and quiet again as I sleepily took stock of Alina. She was facing me with her head pillowed on my shoulder, and I was turned slightly toward her, both arms clasping her close. Her leg was trapped between mine, and one of her hands had a death grip on my bare hip.

The first time that I saw her, I hazily recalled, the entire world had seemed to slip away, the ground beneath my feet disappearing, leaving only her face and voice as anchors that had kept me from flying into the void. What I felt now was that same sense of weightlessness. The body curled next to me was the only form of gravity holding me together.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. I swore that I could feel her heartbeat echoing and speeding up to synchronize with my own. I was so warm and comfortable. I kissed her forehead and drifted back off after deciding the flash of light that had startled me awake had been a dream.

When I woke again we were lying facing each other, our foreheads touching and legs entangled. One of her hands was dipped into my boxer briefs. Her thumb gently swirled around the head of my cock while her other hand curved over the muscles in my chest, teasing mindlessly down my stomach.

My hands were anything but innocent, and one was wrapped around her upper thigh and ass to dip slightly beneath the fabric of her boyshort panties, soaking my fingertips as they glided through her folds. She was so fucking wet. My other hand was entwined in her loose curls. I pulled gently and was rewarded by a moan as she arched toward me, bringing her chest into blazing contact with mine.

At some point, one of us had pushed her shirt up high above her breasts, and the feel of her soft skin and pebbled nipples gliding across my chest had both of us panting as we ground minutely against each other. But so softly. And so slowly. The whole situation was completely unreal. The quiet, the dark, the plane’s white noise and her warm body aligned with my own.

We continued the slow push and pull, finding a tortuous rhythm, as if our bodies couldn’t bear to be separate entities any longer, as if we needed to be absorbed into each other. Her hand slid completely beneath the waistband of my underwear to grasp my cock, and I groaned as she began to stroke me with a fist that tightened inexorably as she jerked me off.

I opened my eyes, owning the moment and my need for her. Her eyes were already wide and questioning, looking to me for her answers. “Yes?” I asked gently and she smiled faintly.

“Yes,” she whispered.