Eversea: Eversea, #1
By Natasha Boyd
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Digital Book Award WINNER 2014 ~ Adult Fiction
Winter Rose Contest FINALIST 2013 ~ Contemporary Romance
Library Journal Self-e Selection Title 2015
Top 50 Amazon BESTSELLER
An orphaned, small-town, southern girl, held hostage by responsibility and self-doubt.
A Hollywood A-list mega-star, on the run from his latest scandal and with everything to lose.
A chance encounter that leads to an unlikely arrangement and epic love affair that will change them both forever.
When his co-star and real-life girlfriend is caught cheating on him with her new director, A-list hottie, Jack Eversea, finds himself in sleepy Butler Cove, South Carolina. Jack hopes the sultry southern heat in this tiny coastal Lowcountry town will hide him not only from the tabloids and his cheating girlfriend, but his increasingly vapid life and the people who run it. He doesn't count on meeting Keri Ann Butler.
Keri Ann has relied on herself so long, dealing with her family's death and the responsibilities of keeping up her family's historic mansion, that boys and certainly the meager offering of eligible boys in Butler Cove, have never figured into her equation. But fate has other plans. Suddenly face to face with the man who played the movie role of her favorite fictional character, Jack has Keri Ann yearning for everything she has previously avoided ... and Jack must decide whether this funny, sassy girl is worth changing his life for, before his mistakes catch up to him.
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Natasha Boyd
Natasha Boyd is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling and award-winning author of contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and historical fiction. After hearing one of Eliza Lucas’s descendants speaking about Eliza’s accomplishments, the need to tell her story became so overwhelming that it couldn’t be ignored, and so The Indigo Girl was born. It was long-listed for the Southern Book Prize, was a SIBA Okra Pick, and a Texas Lariat Award winner. Natasha lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
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Reviews for Eversea
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I listened to the audiobook version of Eversea by Natasha Boyd. I thought Jorjeana Marie really did a great job narrating Keri Ann's part of the book. She sounded authentic to the character and sounded like she was truly telling her story. We don't get the second narrator until the very end when Jonathan McClain narrates Jack Eversea's character. This is a romance story with quite a bit of angst. A young woman finds herself falling for a famous actor who is hiding from his life in the small beach community of Butler's Cove, South Carolina. It is a whirlwind romance and inexperienced Keri Ann is completely taken in by Jack. It was more instalove than I like, but I didn't hate that part of it. I liked the setting of the story and how the characters were described. I didn't like that it ended in a cliffhanger! I was interested enough to find the second book so that I could learn how it all turned out.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Mixed feelings.
In the beginning, I was hooked to the characters and the developing story. But I noticed that by the time I was one-third of the way in, I was becoming disengaged. I can't explain it. I feel like it is missing something. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ah, Butler Cove. We meet Keri Ann Butler at a part of her life where things are in flux. She's lost her parents, inherited a home that is slowly falling apart, and doesn't know where her future is headed. I have to admit that I wholeheartedly loved Keri Ann. She's bright, funny, and the perfect amount of gutsy. In fact, I actually liked her a lot more than I thought I would. There's a big stigma in this book about her being a virgin, and I can't deny that I was worried she'd be naive. She might be slightly, but let me tell you that she's lovable too.
As for Jack, he took me a little while longer to warm up to. From the beginning, he appeared a bit arrogant. I guess that's to be expected if you're a movie star? However he soon grew to be someone I enjoyed reading about. Keri Ann definitely brought out the best in him. If you're a fan of characters who are sarcastic and witty, he's your man. I loved the chemistry and banter between Jack and Keri Ann. Call me girly, but it made me feel all swoony inside.
Admittedly there is a bit of insta-love in this book. Don't worry, it's bearable. I was able to overlook it simply because these two were so sweet with one another. In fact, I didn't even really mind that the storyline was a little predictable. That's saying a lot, because I normally get easily annoyed by that. Instead, I was too busy gushing over the sweetness that pours off these pages. Best of all? This was an extremely quick and easy read. I ate it up like candy. Need a book to break things up? Try this.
There is a cliffhanger! I'll admit that I'm now absolutely ready to dive into the sequel. More Jack, more Keri Ann, more sweetness! Have I used that word enough? Grab some chocolates, kick back in your favorite comfy clothes, and dive into Eversea. You won't regret it! - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Kurzbeschreibung:
Die zweiundzwanzigjährige Keri Ann traut ihren Augen nicht, als eines Abends der angesagte Schauspieler Jack Eversea in dem Restaurant auftaucht, in dem sie kellnert. Ihr verschlafenes Heimatstädtchen Butler Cove im Süden der USA ist so ziemlich der letzte Ort, an dem sie erwartet hätte, auf einen Hollywoodstar wie ihn zu treffen. Doch Jack hat Gründe, warum er aus L. A. geflohen ist. Und Keri Ann weiß, dass sie die Art und Weise, wie seine Nähe ihr Herz zum Rasen bringt, aus genau diesen Gründen ignorieren sollte. Denn egal wie gut die beiden sich verstehen oder wie sehr die Funken zwischen ihnen sprühen – die Welten, in denen sie leben, könnten unterschiedlicher nicht sein. Und eine Liebe zwischen ihnen ist unmöglich … oder?
Autor:
Bevor Natasha Boyd mit dem Schreiben begann, hat sie in den Marketing- und Presseabteilungen verschiedener Firmen gearbeitet. Sie besitzt einen Uniabschluss in Psychologie und lebt im Lowcountry an der Küste South Carolinas. Sie hat einen Ehemann, zwei Söhne und eine Katze namens Tuna. Eversea ist ihr erster Roman.
Meine Meinung:
Keri Ann ist 22 Jahre und lebt in Butler Cove. Gemeinsam mit ihrem Bruder hat sie das Haus ihrer Oma geerbt. Ihre Eltern sind früh verstorben. Derzeit lebt sie allein in dem Haus, da ihr Bruder das College besucht. Sie wartet das er fertig wird, damit auch sie endlich aus ihrem Leben etwas machen kann.
Um die nötigen Renovierungsarbeiten vornehmen zu können kellnert Keri Ann und einem Restaurant.
Eines Abends traut sie ihren Augen nicht, denn vor ihr steht wahrhaftig Jack Eversea, der berühmte Schauspieler. Dieser wurde von seiner Freundin betrogen und ist nun auf der Flucht vor der Öffentlichkeit. In Butler Cove hofft er Ruhe zu finden. Er bittet Keri Ann um Hilfe. Da sie eine liebenswürdige Person ist, lehn sie seiner Bitte nicht. Da Jack auch Abwechslung sucht bietet er ihr dafür im Gegenzug an bei der Renovierung ihres Hauses zu helfen.
Die beiden verbringen viel Zeit miteinander und so kommt es das aus einer anfänglichen Freundschaft die Gefühle tiefer werden. Keri Ann ist sich dessen bewusst das Jack bald wieder verschwunden sein wird. Sie versucht dagegen anzukämpfen. Wird sie ihren Kampf gegen die Gefühle gewinnen?
Eversea – Ein einziger Moment war für mich eine sehr wunderbare Geschichte. Es gibt zwar wie in anderen Büchern den reichen Mann und das einfache Mädchen, aber dennoch war ich von der Geschichte fasziniert. Die Liebesgeschichte entwickelte sich nicht zu schnell so das es doch realistischer wirkte. Die Charaktere waren sehr gut ausgearbeitet und beschrieben. Auch Keri Ann ihre beste Freundin Jazz wurde sehr gut dargestellt.
Ich hatte angenehme Lesestunden. Der Schreibstil war flüssig und ließ sich wunderbar lesen. Auch das Cover hat mir hier gefallen. Die angedeutete Straße, wo auch immer sie hinführt. Die Seifenblasen die einfach zerplatzen können, so wie es mit Träumen manches Mal auch passiert.
Von dem Buch habe ich erstmals auf der Love Letter Convention gehört und seitdem stand es auch auf meiner Wunschliste. Auf der LLC war auch der Protagonist Jack Eversea persönlich vor Ort und so hatte man beim lesen immer das Bild von ihm vor Augen. Ich muss sagen das es auch passte.
Ich bin bereits gespannt wie es mit dem zweiten Teil weitergehen wird. Teil 1 endete mit einem Cliffhanger.
Ganz klare 5 Sterne. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5*3.75 stars*
This story is almost bittersweet. It starts out with an undeniable attraction. But we know from the start that there will be trouble and drama to unfold at some point...
Kerri tries her best to deny her attraction to Jack. She is not from his world. She isn't good enough for him. Why would he want her of all people?
Jack has never met someone like Keri. She is honest and down-to-earth. She is more of a breath of fresh air than Jack new he needed. He is drawn to her. She is his escape from all of the drama that has pushed him out of his home and in hiding. She sees him for him.
Once the drama unfolds, Keri finds herself heartbroken and alone, more than once. She is left feeling jilted and used. She now has to pick up the pieces that Jack left of her.
Jack has to do what is best for Keri. He doesn't want to walk away, but has no other choice. She will be ripped to sheds if he stays in here life. The last thing he wants is to bring her into all of the craziness that surrounds his life and career. She is better than that. She is better than him.
Natasha writes this story with so much warmth and emotion. It is easy to get wrapped up in this story. It is one of those stories that will leave you thinking about it after you are done. Yes, a book hangover. Isn't that what everyone loves? A nice book hangover that can only be cured by the next book... - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Clearly, I'm on a celeb-romance pseudo-genre kick. Snigger. I think it's the very few brain cells I'm having left to rub together at the end of some long work days that is making this genre work for me. They're all highly consumable in a day.
This is probably my fav of what I've read so far in this genre--and it's certainly the only one that I've read that has a sequel where I was ITCHING to get the next one. Positively irritated that it was too late at night to download the next one. So that I'm saying is a big positive. Also, when I finally had time to look at the author's amazon profile I was dumbfounded and highly disappoitned to see that this book and its sequel are all she has written. More please.
So this book. It was great--very well written, no glaring typos and misuse of language. I thought the settings were described adequately for interest and not too much to get mired in unnecessary detail. I take issue with the timeline, as usual--true love doesn't happen in an instant. I liked this book's take on accidental meeting. And I really liked how the main character did get star struck. I just don't think that most folks wouldn't have at least some word vomit when they meet an incredibly hot man that they've been in love with (or the character they play). We are not all cool cucumbers.
Some reviewers have taken issue with her lack of maturity at 22 and how this seems to parallel the twilight actors drama. I think she is emotionally immature for her age, but I think that people deal with significant losses in their lives in different ways--sometimes that equals growth being stunted. With respect to the twlighty-ness of it all--I'm an odd duck I guess but I can give you a totally unbiased opinion of the book without that storyline factoring in. I've never seen twilight or read the books and couldn't tell you the name of the actors or their drama saga if you paid me. I just don't care and thus am entirely ignorant of all of that. So, with that background, I thought the storyline was fine. I do really wonder if they do these fake relationships in contracts in Hollywood (have we also mentioned that I'm a hair naive?).
The sexual tension between these two could power a couple of major metropolises for a night. Yowza. And they're good together. I definitely buy into the healing that they give each other as they tell their tales.
Overall goodness. I'm looking forward to the sequel. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book grabbed me from the get-go. It's the story of Keri Ann, a small-town girl living in Butler Cove, SC. She's a level-headed 22yo who feels like she's still waiting for her life to begin. When mega-star Jack Eversea, who portrays the hero in her favorite book-turned-movie, shows up incognito in the diner where she works, they seem a very unlikely pair. But, as she agrees to help him remain unnoticed by shopping for him, they start spending time together and soon the sparks are flying. No matter how emphatically her sensible brain tells her that she's only heading for heartbreak, she can't seem to resist Jack's charms. It's the perfect whirlwind romance. But don't worry - there's plenty of drama to keep you glued to this story. Warning: you'll want to start book 2 immediately after finishing this one. :)
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I loved this book. I love my celebrity books so when I saw it was up for review, I jumped at the chance.
I loved Jack Eversea! His character was a perfect mixture of "arrogant celebrity" and "they're just normal people". I really felt for him because you can see how hard the whole thing is on him - he's actually hating himself for being a cliche celebrity.
Keri Ann was a great heroine, too - because while she was being fangirly about Jack Eversea (yes, I can't just say Jack) she saw how annoyingly fangirly she was actually being and she made fun of herself for that many times.
She was also a virginal heroine. Did not like this one bit. But okay.
Sadly, it was insta-love. I really thought the book would go a different way because all the signs were there, however - five days after they meet, they're in love, and they didn't even spend that much time together. Feelings are pretty intense, they have never felt like that before, etc, etc.
I wish the author was patient about it! It's only a matter of prolonging it a week or two and I would have believed it. This way...nuh.
But as usually, you just have to ignore these things in books.
Jack Eversea and Keri Ann had great chemistry and I loved every second they spent together. He teases her, she teases him, it's an all around great friendship that makes you go aaaaaaw.
The writing is great! I mean, really engaging, and funny. A few cliches here and there but overall very tight and I loved it. The side characters were awesome, I think Joey and Jazz were my favorite and I loved them.
I didn't like the conflict because that whole Audrey thing was just so unclear to me. What was the deal between her and Jack Eversea? I wasn't sure, he made it sound like one thing, then another, then back to the first. It kind of made me dislike him.
There is a graphic sex scene in this book :). It was well written, and wasn't overly graphic, and I thought it suited the story.
Okay, so, you know that feeling of DREAD when you're 95% into the story and it isn't coming to a close? I felt that with Eversea.
There is a big, fat cliffhanger in the end. The book doesn't end, it's more like an end of a chapter. I was violently hitting the next button hoping it doesn't work and is skipping something and that's why I can't read the next chapter. But that delusional thought fell apart when I saw acknowledgements.
So be prepared for another one of those books that leave you hanging. What kills me is that it's a damn good cliffhanger and now I want to know what happened! I'm scared by the time the next book is out (which I have no idea when), I won't care :(.
I actually didn't want to write a review straight after I finished the book because I was really, really pissed and I didn't want to snub the book because of that. I just can't ignore it, though - it doesn't say anywhere this is a series! Not in the beginning of the book, not here on Goodreads. I wish authors told you this so you didn't go in blind thinking you're reading a standalone.
Overall, I loved Eversea and recommend it. The characters are honest, the story was engaging, and I devoured it in a matter of hours. Now I wait. Patiently. Hopefully.
*** ARC of this book received from the author in exchange for an honest review.
Book preview
Eversea - Natasha Boyd
You know you’re in the Lowcountry when the steering wheel in your old red pickup is slippery from humidity, the news on the radio is all about the projected path of the latest Atlantic hurricane and the road kill you narrowly miss smearing further is a five foot long alligator.
I shuddered as I passed the sludgy reptile remains and held my breath. Lifting my ponytail off my neck, I hoped the hot South Carolina breeze coming through the window would at least feel cool against my damp skin.
The upside of fall was the tourists had gone home. The downside was the county stopped spraying for mosquitos and no-see-ums, so the little fuckers got to gorge themselves in a type of ‘eat local’ frenzy. There was one inside the cab of the truck, and I tried very hard to ignore him as I went over the cross-island bridge. But, if he dared circle my bare ankles, I was going to have to pull over and hunt him down.
I checked the rearview mirror and started to change lanes, but a loud honking and growl of an engine made me swerve back. My insides lurched as a motorcycle emerged from my blind spot. I’d nearly side-swiped it. The driver pulled up alongside and looked over as I raised my hand in a gesture of apology.
His helmet had a dark visor so I couldn’t see in. After a few seconds he lifted a gloved hand in salute and took off ahead with a roar, his white shirt billowing out like a sail. California plates. Tourist. That figured.
I was late for my shift at the grill. Following the biker’s example, I floored it too, assuming any police officer would pull over the out-of-towner before me, or at least only give me a friendly warning. When you live in a small town, you either went to school or church with just about everybody. Not that I’d been in either for a while.
Making it home with minutes to spare, I dropped off my truck and hotfooted it to work.
The small seaside town of Butler Cove Island had nine thousand off–season, full time residents, and some days it felt like they all had an opinion. I tried to paste on a smile and nod as I listened politely to yet another nugget of sage advice from Pastor McDaniel. The good pastor was pretending to drink plain iced tea, not laced from the little flask in his jacket pocket. Seriously?
His portly frame was wedged into a booth and the buttons on his dress shirt looked to be taking some serious strain.
I wondered if I would get a reprieve from him going on about my house again. The Pastor sat on the town council and seemed to think this entitled him to lay it on thick. Now, Miss Keri Ann, yo’ gran-mamma would fair turn in her grave to see the last remainin’ bit o’ real estate in your family turn so dog eared.
Nope. He was on it again. You need to keep that place up.
He leaned forward conspiratorially. Why don’t I send my Jasper on up there on Sunday after church to give you a little hand?
That’s very nice of you, Pastor.
I hated to turn it down, truly. My family home was the last thing left for the Butlers of Butler Cove, and it was falling apart. I needed the help, but not at the price of the pastor doing me a good turn. And from the way his beady eyes shifted, I felt sure the idea of Jasper and me together had crossed his mind. What better way to get his hands on the house? Luckily, I was certain Jasper and I were on the same page of our platonic relationship. I’d be glad to pay him, if he wouldn’t mind some sanding and painting.
The Pastor puffed his chest out a little. Well now, there’ll be none o’ that. My Jasper’s a gentleman helping out a lady, is all. Did he tell you he was accepted into Charleston College of Law?
I nodded.
He’s a smart boy that one, going places. Good with his brains and his hands. I’ll send him over Sunday.
He adjusted his gaze and seemed to peer down his nose at me, even though I was standing a good three heads above his sedentary frame. I’ll be seeing you at service, I hope.
How did he do that? There must be school for teaching pastors how to guilt people. I smiled slightly and set down the water I was holding right in front of him.
How about some water, Pastor?
I asked, looking meaningfully at his spiked iced tea. I hadn’t been back in church for six years. I might be struck by lightning if I went this Sunday.
It was a slow night; finally calm after the crazy tourist season. The only other people left in the dimly lit restaurant were up at the bar. One was my best friend Jazz, nicknamed for her love of the genre, and the other, a hunched up guy with a ball cap and hoodie who’d just walked in five minutes ago and literally curled onto a bar stool in the corner. He was fishing a phone out of his jeans pocket.
It was almost closing time, I seriously hoped he wasn’t going to stay long, I could really use an early night and closing the place down on time sounded like heaven.
What can I get you?
I called over to hoodie guy as I went back around the bar. He mumbled something, not looking up from the phone he was busy texting on. I sighed and went further down the bar so I could hear him. People could be so rude. I’d had enough of them this summer, and I don’t think I was the only one. Reportedly, there were a few cases of locals blowing their gaskets. Not a surprise. The county even had to post billboards reminding residents most of their funding came from tourism.
A burger, medium, with fries. To go,
Hoodie Guy repeated not looking up, the peak from his burgundy ball cap hiding his face completely. And a Bushmills on the rocks while I wait.
His accent was most definitely out of town. He went back to texting. I sighed and jabbed the order onto the touch screen. It was a good thing I had the patience of a saint. Ten seconds later Hector leaned out of the kitchen shaking his head at me.
"Sorry, Hector. Last one, then you can turn ‘em off. I’ll close it down out here. I smiled at his grumpy face. We both complained at times, but it was good-natured. We loved our jobs at The Snapper Grill. The salary and tips were huge all summer long, and in the off season, when most of the other seasonal employees moved on, we pretty much kept the place ticking. It was only really busy on the weekends when it became more of an islander’s bar than a restaurant. It helped that our owner, Paulie, had a subscription to the local sports games. Most residents took offense to having to buy a premium package on their cable contracts just to watch the Tigers or the Gamecocks. Hector ducked his dark head back in the kitchen muttering something in Spanish.
Sooo, what’s new in the world of entertainment?
I nodded at the magazine Jazz was devouring while I filled a glass with ice and some fine Irish whiskey.
Jazz looked up and groaned in happiness. This is such bliss. I haven’t been able to sit around and read a trashy magazine for months. You know my mom won’t let me even have them at the house, says I’m liquefying my mind while she’s paying my tuition. I can’t wait to move out, as much as I’ll miss her.
Jazz was going to college up at USC Beaufort, but living at home to save cash and working in a local boutique. I smiled in sympathy at my friend and delivered the stiff drink down the bar.
Hoodie guy was still scrolling through his phone with his long fingers, mindless of the drink I set down with a napkin on the polished wood in front of him. I sighed and strolled back to Jazz.
You know you can move in, Jazz. It’s just me knocking around there while Joey finishes up med school.
She pretended not to hear. I had made the offer a million times, but Jazz and my brother, Joey had dated briefly one summer when Joey came back from college. To say he broke Jazz’s heart when he left was an understatement. I wasn’t sure anyone realized how much Jazz cared for him, least of all Jazz herself. For my sake they had patched a makeshift and delicate friendship for when Joey returned for holidays. But now, between school and interning and an upcoming residency, he was home less and less.
So McDaniel still trying to set you up with Jasper?
Jazz asked, as she flicked the pages over. You do need to have a date now and again you know ... stay in practice for when the real deal comes along.
She winked.
God, Jazz!
I quickly glanced at Pastor McDaniel to make sure he hadn’t heard me taking the Lord’s name in vain again. Oops. You know I have too much on my plate to date right now. And who would be the real deal around here for God’s sake?
Wow, I was on a roll tonight. Luckily the good pastor was getting ready to head on out. I returned his wave as he left. It was a good thing he was walking home, I would have had to lift his keys otherwise.
You won’t believe it,
Jazz exclaimed, totally dropping our topic and staring at the magazine in her hands. Audrey Lane had an affair with her married director! That cow. I can’t believe it. She’s supposed to be dating Jack Eversea.
Jazz looked horrified. She idolized Jack Eversea, along with possibly every girl in America.
I laughed at her. Jazz, you do realize most of that stuff is made up, right?
I leaned over to look at the dubious and grainy photos she was tapping a lime green fingernail at, and then stopped at the abrupt sound of a stool scraping back.
We both looked over to see Hoodie Guy stand up and angle his back to us. He fished a wad of cash out of his jeans pocket, and peeling off a bill, placed it on the bar next to his unfinished drink.
I noticed Jazz’s eyes roam down to rest on his extremely nice rear-end, encased in trendy denim.
I smacked her on the hand once, hard.
Ow!
she yelped and I grinned.
Hoodie Guy tucked his chin down and walked out of the front door.
I met Jazz’s eyes as she glared at me in mock outrage. What? He had a nice ass,
she humphed and went back to her tabloid. She wasn’t wrong, I was just more concerned with his weird behavior.
Order’s up,
Hector barked from the kitchen pass through, passing out a Styrofoam box. Great. Oh well, on the bright side, if he didn’t return in five minutes, I was taking a burger home tonight. He better have left enough to cover his tab, I thought to myself. I walked down and grabbed the money off the bar. A hundred. Huh. I rang it up and pulled out the change from the register.
Hector,
I called back through the pass through. It was a good tip night.
I passed eighty dollars in cash over the counter and into the kitchen. As much as I needed the money, Hector needed it more.
"Madre." I heard Hector chuckle.
Shoot, I gotta scoot.
Jazz hopped down from her stool and quickly came around to embrace me. I’m opening up the shop tomorrow, I hate getting up early. See ya.
And with that, my bubbly friend flew out the door.
Jazz and I had been best friends since Butler Cove Elementary when my family moved here to live in the family home and look after my grandmother. Making friends halfway through a school year in a new place was not high up on my list of skills. I wasn’t sure how I lucked into Jazz, but somehow this blonde ball of energy with a round face of sunshine had turned her light on me one day in the fifth grade hallway, and I had been basking in the warm glow ever since. Even during the toughest moments of my life.
I turned the music down and followed in her wake to lock up.
It was a gorgeous night. Although the humidity still had a way to go, the heat had finally broken, and the stars were out in full. Standing in the doorway, I looked up and breathed in the fresh air. The cicadas were busy, the sound comforting in it’s endless and predictable rhythm. I knew a part of this place would always be in my soul. It was hard-wired in. As much as this town annoyed me at times, there was really nothing quite like this part of the world. I wanted to leave at some point in the future, I knew, I was just waiting for Joey to get done with school and trade places with me. That was the deal. That was one reason I didn’t date. I really didn’t want it to be harder than it had to be to leave. Another reason was I knew almost everyone in the eligible dating pool, and I was a choosy beggar.
My feet hurt. Tonight, I would probably sleep the sleep of a well–worked day and tomorrow, since I only worked dinner, I planned to continue the painting of the porch. Since funds were tight, I had to prioritize, and with Pastor McDaniel’s less than subtle comments about the house’s condition, I figured I better continue work on the outside.
Stepping into the restaurant’s dimly lit courtyard to straighten some of the furniture, a movement in my periphery almost gave me a heart attack.
Shit!
Standing up from one of the tables in the shadows, like he’d been waiting for me, was Hoodie Guy. I slapped my hand on my chest, expelling a rush of air.
I judged the distance from where he stood to the door. Could I make it back inside before he got to me? How could I have been so careless? Joey was always telling me to have Hector do the lock up, and here I was not even knowing if Hector was still in the restaurant.
I stood still and tried to make out the guy’s face under his hat. He was tall and looked strong, his dark jeans molding to his long straight legs. If he was going to attack me, at least I should try and remember what he looked like. Or wait—maybe that was worse. If I saw him, did that mean he would have to kill me?
I was aware I was frozen like a stunned rabbit, but it dawned on me slowly that he hadn’t moved either, and I wasn’t sensing anything menacing from him. Not that I was psychic. Unless you counted the times I was convinced Nana showed back up at the house to poke around and check on me. If anything, his stance and the way he hesitantly raised his hands, caused me to stay put. Fear eased into curiosity. I still couldn’t see his face. Why did the courtyard have to be so flipping dark?
I was about to speak when his long-fingers reached up to his head, pausing for just a moment, like he was having second thoughts. Then he quickly grabbed his cap and whipped it and his dark hood off.
I found myself not being able to breathe for the second time in as many minutes. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful man I had seen in all of my twenty-two years on this planet. His rich dark brown hair, mussed up from the hat, stood up in a few places and framed a hard-planed face set with eyes the color of ...
Well, I really couldn’t tell the color of his eyes in the shadows, but I knew exactly what color they were, a deep grey-green. I hadn’t been hiding under a rock for the last five years. And I certainly didn’t need to double check the tabloid magazine Jazz had been reading, which definitely did not do him justice, to know that standing in front of me, Keri Ann Butler, outside the Snapper Grill in Butler Cove, population nine thousand, and hundreds of miles away from his expected location in Hollywood, was none other than Jack Eversea.
To my credit, I only gaped like a goldfish for a few moments before my prickly nature—always my ‘go to’ when I am nervous or caught off guard—made its presence known. I seriously cannot control myself sometimes.
I suppose you want your burger now?
I’m sure that wasn’t the first thing he expected me to say. Frankly, I surprised myself, too. It didn’t seem to stop me from going on though. First of all, don’t lurk in the shadows, it’s creepy. And second of all, you were so rude, give me one good reason I should let you in after closing?
Seriously. I said all that. To Jack Eversea.
Rude?
He looked completely taken aback. What the fuck?
I arched a recently plucked eyebrow at him and spun on my sneakers back to the restaurant. I can’t really explain my actions except I don’t do weird encounters well, and this was way outside of my comfort zone. I definitely had a flight reaction setting in.
Shit,
he mumbled. Okay, wait!
He strode forward, and reaching the door I was half way through in three long strides, wedged his foot in as it closed. Hard.
Oops.
Ow!
he yelped. Mother ...
He stopped his expletive in the nick of time and wrapped his hand around the doorframe. Wait.
For a second, he looked really puzzled. Wait, okay? I’m sorry about my language, but I paid for my burger.
He paused, taking a deep breath and pitching his tone just right to appease me, this banshee of a girl. May I please have it?
I simply stared at him. Call it delayed shock setting in. Finally, I managed to snap out of it and stepped aside allowing him entry.
He looked at me warily and then walked past.
I closed the door behind him and locked it. It was a weird move, I admit.
You taking me hostage?
he asked, his tone light.
Can’t be too careful with the kind of people who loiter around in the dark,
I muttered. I honestly don’t think he could tell if I was teasing. Hell, I wasn’t sure. I mean, I was obviously, but I couldn’t be too sure how things were coming out of my mouth. He looked like he was thinking the quicker he grabbed his food and got out of here, the better. Great. I get to meet Jack Eversea, the Jack Eversea, and I act like a complete imbecile. It was so good Jazz wasn’t here, she would have clobbered me by now. For that matter, she would have clobbered him and dragged him back to her lair.
So why did you say I was rude?
he asked. He shook his head slightly. In all likelihood at his idiocy in prolonging this weird encounter.
I stalked around the bar with a sigh, grabbing utensils and napkins as I did. Well, it couldn’t get any worse, so I thought I might as well speak my mind. Or at least justify my odd behavior.
Well, how about a list? You were so busy texting you didn’t bother looking at me while I took your order. You mumbled it, didn’t say please, and when I delivered your drink, you didn’t say thank you. Did you not learn any basic courtesy growing up?
I delivered a plate to the bar counter and snapped open the Styrofoam box, sliding the contents out neatly, spilling nary a French fry on the way. Impressive. Even though I knew he wanted this order to go. What was I doing?
I continued, Or are you so used to getting your way, because you look like God’s gift to humanity? Maybe the fame has gone to your head a little bit?
My tone suggested a little bit was not what I meant.
So I guess that answers my question about whether you know who I am?
He leaned forward against the bar and gave me a familiar furrowed-brow bad boy look. The same look that had been captured in Vanity Fair no less. Bad idea.
I huffed and rolled my eyes.
Jack Eversea finally looked stumped. Like he had no idea what to say and how to get his burger out of this place.
My nerves were subsiding. Not fully, considering I literally had some tabloid poll’s sexiest man alive standing across the bar from me. But enough that I thought I might finally be able to converse normally.
Sit and eat, you can keep me company while I shut this place down. It gives me the creeps after Hector locks up the kitchen and goes home.
The fact that I didn’t know whether Hector had left yet didn’t seem to phase me.
I stuck out my hand and Jack took it warily. His hand was warm and strong, and if touching him didn’t give me weak knees and a buzzing head, I was a monkey’s uncle. I’m Keri Ann Butler.
Ja—
Jack Eversea, I know. Have a seat. Another drink?
He nodded, still not releasing my hand. Please.
I smiled at him then. The most natural smile I could muster despite the fact that holding his hand had launched a butterfly migration through my insides. I untangled my fingers from his after a few awkward beats, and Jack Eversea sat dutifully on the bar stool in front of his food.
He snapped open the ketchup bottle. Can I ask you a favor?
Another one?
I winked to let him know I was teasing.
Can you please not mention to anyone ... I mean, anyone, including your blonde friend from earlier ... that you saw me?
I stayed quiet a few moments weighing the pros and cons. If anyone found out he was here, he’d never get his space to figure his shit out. And from what little I had gleaned from that tabloid article, he needed to. But this was Jack Eversea and Jazz was a huge fan.
Please?
he asked again, quietly. Pleadingly.
Of course.
I inclined my head. Your secret’s safe. Not sure anyone would believe me, anyway.
I laughed lightly.
He seemed to relax infinitesimally.
I delivered him a fresh Bushmills, and then set about wiping down the bar and closing out the computer, trying to look as relaxed as possible and not trip over my own feet.
Finally shutting the computer off, I calmly took a tray of plates through the swing door into the kitchen. As soon as it shut behind me, I put the tray down and sank against the refrigeration room door.
A flood of pent up reactions ballooned inside me. Holy shit! Jack Eversea was on the other side of that door. The Jack Eversea. Oh my God, Jazz was gonna tilt. Except, I couldn’t tell Jazz. How was I supposed to keep something like this bottled up? Okay, okay, breathe. I was just a little star-struck, I would be fine in a minute. I mean, he was beautiful and everything, but he was also just a tad full of himself, and—I reminded myself—he was rude earlier. A spoiled celebrity. Not crushing material, at all. Well, maybe just a tiny crush. But only because I had seen him play Max from my favorite Warriors of Erath book series that made it onto the big screen.
I thought back to the movie and his bare, muscled torso with the medallion tattoo on his bicep. That was his body.
Jazz, literally his biggest fan, had watched every movie he had been in since she was fifteen, and had proudly declared he performed every one of his scenes with no stunt man or body double. It was natural a bit of her enthusiasm would rub off on me, right?
My face flamed as I remembered I’d just lectured Jack Eversea on his manners. Nice. He must think me a complete pain in the ass.
Hector was still there loading the last dishes. He turned and came for my tray, stopping as he saw me heaving for breath and clutching my middle.
"What’s the matter, Chiquita?" he asked urgently.
I shook my head roughly and brought a finger to my lips.