{"product_id":"the-next-chapter-isbn-9780593730539","title":"The Next Chapter","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eTheir relationship is a publicity stunt. Only one of them knows it.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWhen a famous former child actress meets a West Village bookseller, sparks fly and complications ensue in this queer homage to \u003ci\u003eNotting Hill \u003c\/i\u003eby the author of \u003ci\u003eJust as You Are.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Fresh, poignant, and deeply romantic . . . Camille Kellogg is a must-read talent.\u003ci\u003e” \u003c\/i\u003e—Hannah Bonam-Young, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eOut on a Limb\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKatrina Kelly might have eight million Instagram followers and a multipage IMDb listing, but she also has a completely stalled-out career and some \u003ci\u003emajor\u003c\/i\u003e questions about her sexuality, which seems to be moving closer to raging lesbian every week. Yet maybe she can solve both of those issues at once. . . . After all, rebranding as a queer icon is a great way to jump-start an acting career.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude Thacker is fine. \u003ci\u003eCompletely \u003c\/i\u003efine, so please stop asking. Has the queer bookstore where she works been taken over by a boss who’d rather sell branded tote bags than books? \u003ci\u003eYes.\u003c\/i\u003e Does she have a panic attack every time she has to leave her comfort zone? \u003ci\u003eMaybe.\u003c\/i\u003e Has she been on a single date since her heart was shattered two years ago? \u003ci\u003eAbsolutely not.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Kat and Jude cross paths in the bookstore, Kat realizes that their meet-cute might just be a meet-opportunity. But what’s meant to be a temporary publicity stunt quickly turns into real feelings for both women. As the media scrutiny intensifies, each must decide what’s real, what’s not, and if true love is worth losing everything they believe is keeping them safe.“Camille Kellogg is a must-read talent. Every one of her books is fresh, poignant, and deeply romantic. \u003ci\u003eThe Next Chapter \u003c\/i\u003eis phenomenal.”\u003cb\u003e—Hannah Bonam-Young, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eOut on a Limb\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Camille Kellogg has quickly become one of my favorite sapphic romance authors. \u003ci\u003eThe Next Chapter\u003c\/i\u003e is so breathtakingly tender, clever, and sexy. . . . A love letter to queer stories, queer actors, and queer friendships—three of my favorite things!”\u003cb\u003e—Amy Spalding, author of \u003ci\u003eFor Her Consideration\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Witty, sensitive, and complex, \u003ci\u003eThe Next Chapter \u003c\/i\u003eis a fresh twist on the fake dating trope that checked every one of my romance boxes.”\u003cb\u003e—Ava Wilder, author of \u003ci\u003eHow to Fake it in Hollywood\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Riffing on rom-com classic \u003ci\u003eNotting Hill\u003c\/i\u003e, Kellogg (\u003ci\u003eJust as You Are\u003c\/i\u003e) offers up a sweet sapphic romance about growing into oneself. . . . There’s a gentle coming-of-age feel to the heroines’ arcs and the largely queer supporting cast adds heart. This is a charmer.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eCamille Kellogg\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eJust As You Are \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Next Chapter. \u003c\/i\u003eShe’s based in New York City, where she works as an editor for children’s and young adult books. She’s passionate about queer stories, cute dogs, and bad puns.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJude\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude Thacker was crying at work. Again. Something that her boss had explicitly forbidden her from doing. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot just because her boss was a heartless, emotion-hating corporate overlord (although he was). The rule was mostly based on the hypothesis that if a customer walks into a bookstore and sees a butch woman sobbing hysterically behind the checkout counter, that person will probably feel uncomfortable and less inclined to linger. Weeping was not good for business—even if it was over the new, exquisitely perfect Eileen Styles book. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Jude couldn’t help it. She was a book crier. It was part of who she was, an essential square in the quilt of her personality. The second someone’s curmudgeonly but wise grandmother went into the hospital, or a beloved dog died, or a main character fell ill and their love interest canceled everything to care for them—waterworks. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this case, the book in question wasn’t even sad. It was just so \u003ci\u003egood\u003c\/i\u003e, a romance where the characters completely, obviously belonged together but the main character was too stubborn to get over her fear of needing someone else—until her love interest got injured in the curling tournament semifinals and seeing her carried off the ice on a stretcher made the narrator realize that she would do anything to be with this girl. It was beautiful. And also a painful reminder that Jude was extremely, depressingly single. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThus, the tears. They were sad-happy-depressed-jealous-joyful tears.\u003ci\u003e Complex \u003c\/i\u003etears. Jude contained multitudes. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was rereading the final chapter for the fourth time while wiping her eyes with her increasingly soggy sweatshirt sleeve when someone leaned across the checkout counter of the Next Chapter bookstore and asked, in a wary but sympathetic tone, “Are you okay?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude jumped. She hadn’t even heard a customer come inside—that was how bad of a bookseller she was being. But in her defense, it was a weekday at 2:30. The lull zone. She’d thought she was safe to cry in peace. Snapping the book shut, she opened her mouth to explain to the customer that, yes, she was okay, she was just an overly emotional sap who got too attached to fictional characters. Then she looked up. And suddenly Jude was not, in fact, okay. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause across the counter from her sodden self was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman was small—petite and several inches shorter than the average person who leaned across Jude’s counter. She had pale skin and dark eyebrows and dark hair that stopped a little above shoulder length. And she was \u003ci\u003epretty\u003c\/i\u003e, with big brown eyes that looked up at Jude in concern and pale pink lips that were quirked a little with amusement at whatever dumbfounded expression Jude was making. She was wearing a black shirt with a silky red bomber jacket, and she had one hand on the counter as she leaned in, bringing her face only a few inches away from Jude’s. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhatever Jude had been about to say died in her throat. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy had this customer come in today of all days, a day when Jude had been\u003ci\u003e crying\u003c\/i\u003e and not, say, carrying heavy boxes with her biceps on display?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Am I okay?” Jude repeated the question, remembering that she had to say \u003ci\u003esomething. \u003c\/i\u003e“Unfortunately, no. I just finished Eileen Styles’s new rom-com and it has destroyed me emotionally. I may never recover.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh my God, \u003ci\u003eCurled Around Your Finger\u003c\/i\u003e? No spoilers!” The woman’s hands shot up to cover her ears. “I haven’t read it yet. Actually”—she lowered her hands and glared at Jude suspiciously—“it doesn’t even come out until next week. How are you reading it?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude let out a small, guilty laugh, but internally she was fistpumping. Eileen Styles wrote lesbian love stories. And if this woman was into them enough to know the next publication date—well, Jude’s one-in-one-billion odds of having a shot with her had just turned into one-in-one-million. “Bookseller privilege. The boxes arrived this morning, and they’re embargoed until Tuesday, buuuuuut I may have opened one box. Just to, you know, check that they were the right book.” She made a show of looking around nervously, even though the only other employee working today was in the back doing inventory. “You won’t sell me out to my boss, will you?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I would never sell out another Eileen stan,” the woman said earnestly. She tipped up onto her toes to peer over the counter at the book. Jude could smell a faint waft of perfume—something floral and subtly sweet. “Was it magical?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Unbelievably magical. I think it’s her best one yet.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Better than\u003ci\u003e The Tundras of Your Heart\u003c\/i\u003e?” The woman pursed her lips to the side skeptically. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eWay\u003c\/i\u003e better. She’s grown so much as a writer since then.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman sighed. “Can I hold it?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude passed her the book and watched as the woman stared at it dreamily, tracing a finger across the illustration of two women in curling uniforms, making flirty eye contact over their poised brooms. Then she turned it over to read the back. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Knowing this book is coming has been the only thing keeping me going this month,” she said. “It’s silly, but Eileen’s books feel like the only thing I can depend on sometimes. No matter how upside-down my life feels, I always know that her books are going to be good.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That’s not silly at all.” Jude only hesitated for a moment before adding, “Keep it.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman looked up. “Oh, no, I couldn’t—won’t you get in trouble?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude shrugged nonchalantly. “I won’t sell it to you,” she said. “It’s just a copy that mysteriously went missing.” She smiled, and after a beat, the woman smiled back. It was a beautiful smile, open and warm and friendly. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thank you.” The woman wrapped her arms around the book, hugging it to her chest. “Really. That means a lot to me.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m Jude.” Jude didn’t normally shake customers’ hands, but she held hers out before she could second-guess the gesture. When their hands touched, Jude was glad she had. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Kat.” She looked up at Jude through her eyelashes and then glanced away, the cute gesture making Jude’s stomach fizz like a bath bomb. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Can I help you find anything?” Jude asked, eager to keep the conversation going. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well . . .” Kat ran her hand through her hair, just over the left ear, pushing it back. “I actually have a list of books I came for. But while I’m here, do you have any other books like Eileen Styles?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJude tried not to let her grin grow too cocky. Recommending books was what Jude did best. It was her passion, her most highly rated skill. If there was an Olympic book rec-ing event, Jude could have snagged the gold.Their relationship is a publicity stunt. 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