{"product_id":"for-one-night-only-isbn-9780593817711","title":"For One Night Only","description":"\u003cb\u003eGLITTER BATS REUNION CONCERT—SOLD OUT!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When two former bandmates—and bedmates—are thrust back into each other's lives in a fake dating scheme for publicity, they'll be forced to face the music.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After her recurring role in tabloid headlines, Valerie Quinn’s musical TV show is on the network chopping block. Desperate for good press, she hastily reassembles her wildly beloved pop punk band, Glitter Bats. A reunion concert could be the former lead vocalist’s ticket to a media makeover, especially if it renews public speculation around her iconic situationship with bassist Caleb Sloane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only problem? They haven’t spoken in six years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Caleb had the makings of a rock god, but fallout from the messy Glitter Bats breakup left him broke, anxious, and resentful of the industry. But when Valerie shows up at Caleb’s doorstep with that devastating smile and a plea for help, he reluctantly agrees to put on one last show.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So what if the fandom assumes the two of them are back together too? They’ll play along. You know...for the press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Making music together not only revives the harmony between them, but also the discord that led to the band’s downfall. With their futures—and the Glitter Bats—in the balance, can they survive a romantic reprise?\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Jessica James bursts onto the stage with \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e, a sensational debut about first love, heartbreak, and getting your second chance while the whole world’s watching. Valerie and Caleb’s journey back to their music—and back to each other—had me grinning and kicking my feet ‘til the very last note.”—Jenna Levine, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMy Roommate Is a Vampire\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Jessica James's rocking debut \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only \u003c\/i\u003ewill have you in your Happily Ever After Era. Exes, and former bandmates, Valerie and Caleb fake date in perfect harmony, finally free to explore their old feelings and unspoken regrets. They light a spark on the page as much as they would if they were really on stage.\"—Jennifer Hennessy, author of \u003ci\u003eDegrees of Engagement \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get ready for the Glitter Bats to rock your world! With sizzling chemistry and a gripping second-chance romance that hooks you from the very first note, Jessica James has that unmistakable electric touch.\"—K. M. Enright, author of \u003ci\u003eMistress of Lies\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Move over Taylor Swift, Valerie Quinn’s journey to reclaim her reputation and her true love is pitch-perfect! \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only \u003c\/i\u003eis an edgy, steamy romp right for anyone who likes a little backstage drama alongside their fizzy romance.”—Timothy Janovsky, author of \u003ci\u003eThe (Fake) Dating Game \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you've ever wished for a romcom version of \u003ci\u003eDaisy Jones and the Six\u003c\/i\u003e, Jessica James's sparkling debut, \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e, is everything you're looking for! Set in the world of punk pop, the book's cool vibes, music industry intrigue, and its captivating look at the trials and tribulations of chasing your rising star will have you hooked from the first page. Valerie and Caleb steal the spotlight on and off the stage, and their swoony second-chance romance will have readers screaming for an encore.”—Jenny L. Howe, author of \u003ci\u003eOn the Plus Side \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Fans of Ava Wilder and \u003ci\u003eDaisy Jones \u0026amp; The Six \u003c\/i\u003ewill adore this sexy, starry-eyed, thrill of a romance! Jessica James wields both the celebrity fake-dating and exes-to-lovers tropes with imagination and expertise, leaving readers breathless and cheering for Valerie's and Caleb's immensely satisfying happily-ever-after. Nostalgic and heartfelt with all the rush of a stadium anthem, \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e is a sparkling debut worthy of a world tour. I'm a Glitterbug for life!\"—Courtney Kae, author of \u003ci\u003eIn the Event of Love\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e “\u003ci\u003eJulie and the Phantoms\u003c\/i\u003e meets \u003ci\u003eDaisy Jones and the Six\u003c\/i\u003e in James’s glittery, glorious debut.”—Paste Magazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e “\u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only \u003c\/i\u003eis the ultimate romance for music lovers.”—\u003ci\u003eCulturess\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This second chance romance between exes who are also estranged former bandmates was so sexy and compelling.”—Smart Bitches, Trashy Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e is clever, immersive, and tons of fun. James conveys the story through both Caleb's and Valerie's points-of-view, as well as through extracts from Glitter Bats fan forums, news articles, and tweets. Perfect for fans of second-chance romances or celebrity encounters, \u003ci\u003eFor One Night Only\u003c\/i\u003e is a sneak peek into a glamorous world and a sexy, tumultuous relationship.”—\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A lyrical dual-POV romance debut that’s perfect for readers who enjoy elements of oral and print storytelling devices, such as in \u003ci\u003eDaisy Jones \u0026amp; the Six\u003c\/i\u003e by Taylor Jenkins Reid, but crave a happily-ever-after too.”—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A steamy, second-chance romance full of behind-the-scenes music drama.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“James’s passion for music shines in her cute second-chance romance debut.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJessica James \u003c\/b\u003eis a writer who also loves watching musicals, baking family recipes, and exploring the Pacific Northwest with her spouse and two dogs. In addition to writing, Jessica has a passion for singing. Although she’s never been a rockstar, she's a mezzo-soprano with a BA in Music and a healthy Broadway obsession.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Valerie\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e When you become famous, everyone claims you can control your own image-but it's the media that decides if you're a darling or a diva. I've been stuck in the diva category since I was seventeen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Every day there are headlines like, \"We Liked Valerie Quinn Better When She Was Making Music,\" and there's nothing I can do to change the narrative. It's not even accurate, but I guess \"We Liked Valerie Quinn Better When She Was in a Band and Not a Musical TV Show\" doesn't have the same vicious ring to it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Poor word choice is the least of my problems today, because there are photos everywhere of me all over my castmate Roxanne Leigh. With my aching head in one hand and my phone in the other, I sit at my cold marble kitchen counter, scrolling through one clickbait article after another with growing horror.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Last night is such a blur that the grainy images bring it back in fragments.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The lights were low and I was with someone beautiful, and I hadn't been out since Theo dumped me, so I let myself forget about the consequences. There's a pic where we're too-close-for-friends in a booth at a club I don't remember, another of us on a crowded dance floor with my hands gripping Roxanne's waist, and one of me licking salt off her hand to do a shot. The photographer even managed to capture the horny spark in my eyes in that last one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e God, how embarrassing. At least I looked hot while breaking my one-drink rule. (The rule in question was my idea four years ago, after I threw up on John Mayer in front of the paparazzi at that Grammys after-party. Not my finest moment. In my defense, it's hard to stay sober-ish when so much of this industry involves parties full of booze.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Still, the only truly incriminating photos are outside Roxanne's building, the two of us sharing a heated kiss and going inside together. And yeah, I know what it looks like, but we didn't hook up. I was so drunk that I crashed on her couch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This morning, I woke up in a cold sweat, threw up in her toilet, and awkwardly asked to borrow some clothes to make it back to my apartment. I'll be lucky if she texts me again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The photos imply a lot more happened. But the media's job is to tell a story, and it's rarely the whole truth. I accepted long ago that these invasive assumptions about my personal life are the cost of my moderate fame-I just can't figure out why the internet is so angry today. I slam my phone face down on the counter, forcing myself to look away before the real self-loathing kicks in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sure, Roxanne and I are both actresses, but the headlines are singling me out as the problem. I can't make sense of it with my tequila headache, but obviously it's not good. Why else would my manager be knocking on my front door?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My stomach drops as Wade Ortega and I make eye contact through the window, and I launch myself off the barstool, hurrying to let him inside. Nausea roils my gut from moving too fast.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Good morning,\" I cough out, trying not to heave again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hey, Valerie, you weren't answering your phone,\" Wade says. Even on a Saturday morning, he's dressed impeccably in a gray suit, which is unsurprising. He likes suits. He's Puerto Rican, with warm brown skin and black hair with a splash of silver that's trimmed in a perfect fade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Palming my forehead, I groan. \"I left it on Do Not Disturb after the club last night.\" I had so many notifications this morning that I didn't even check who they were from.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm assuming it's too much to hope that you haven't been online today?\" Wade asks. I cringe at the question and usher him inside, bracing for the worst.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wade is a former MLB outfielder turned talent manager, and he's damn good at his job. His team has been tirelessly working for years to further my career and maintain my image, and he's worth every dollar. But the thing about Wade is he prefers to do business in writing-text, email. I even got a postcard with an audition reminder that one time he was on a family ski trip without cell service.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If he's showing up unannounced, something is horribly wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Let me get you some water,\" I say, stalling for time. I head over to my fridge to get him a glass, then get one for myself after he cocks an eyebrow. With my hangover raging, it's not a bad idea to hydrate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fortunately, Wade doesn't comment on the ghostly green tinge of my skin. \"Valerie, just tell me what you've seen.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I've seen photos, haven't read too many articles . . . yet,\" I admit. After the last time I made headlines like this, I became obsessed and fell into a total depression spiral. My therapist gave me homework to scroll past the bullshit, but I'm not very good at homework. At least today, my headache is preventing a deep dive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Well, I can give you the SparkNotes,\" he says, letting out a huge sigh. \"Has Theo Blake reached out to you at all?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I freeze, confused. This question is \"out of left field,\" to use one of Wade's favorite metaphors. Maybe I was drunk, but I'd definitely remember if we ran into my C-lister ex last night-even if it was only by the suffocating aura of Calvin Klein Eternity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What does Theo have to do with this? Aren't you talking about the photos of me and Roxanne?\" I ask.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He sighs, running a hand over his hair. \"Theo is spinning . . . something. Y'all broke up, right? You haven't rekindled anything and forgotten to tell me? No judgment, I just need to know what's going on so we can start damage control.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Damage control? More nausea makes my head swim, and I clench my jaw to fight it back. Nothing makes sense today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Not even a little. It's been more than a month since we split and we haven't had any contact.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You should probably go to his page.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My jaw clenches even more, but I do what Wade says and grab my phone. I don't really care about anything Theo has to say at this point-we ended things when he signed on for a fantasy franchise in Spain, after we decided our relationship wasn't worth long distance. He was kind of a jerk about it, actually.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I set down my water and open the app, where Theo has posted a thirst trap on the beach that makes me grumble in irritation. He's shirtless, showing off that CrossFit-cultivated six-pack in the sunrise, and his blond hair swoops over his strikingly gray eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But this post is unique for Theo, because it has a rambling caption instead of emojis:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'm sure you've all seen the photos by now-they took\u003cbr\u003e me by surprise as much as everyone else. This isn't how\u003cbr\u003e I wanted to learn Valerie wasn't committed to our relationship, but I'm not going to beg her to stay with me, especially after cheating like this. I have some pride. And honestly, I'm so grateful to be free of the toxic relationship we were in for more than a year. Some people are so self-centered they don't care who they hurt. I'm going to spend some time working on myself, seeking happiness, and diving into creative pursuits while I'm overseas to film my next project. I can't pretend I'm not heartbroken, but I'm surrounded by people who love and appreciate me for who I am,\u003cbr\u003e and I know my heart will heal from this pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e XO, Theodore Anderson Blake\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The absolute nerve of this asshole. I didn't realize you could be gaslit from halfway across the world, but I know we broke up last month. I was there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e We’re at a glamorous early-Hollywood tribute restaurant in Malibu-one of Theo’s favorites, since he thinks worshipping Frank Sinatra and Errol Flynn is an admirable personality trait. It’s the kind of place with warm lighting, no prices on the menu, and paparazzi lurking in the shadows outside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Theo's been staring longingly at my New York strip ever since our orders arrived, obviously resentful of his boring kale salad. He keeps talking about getting \"movie-star fit,\" even though we both know his real plan to shape up for those shirtless scenes is diuretics. Theo looks great naked already, but if I insist he doesn't need to lose weight for the role . . . he's just going to roll his eyes and tell me I'm lucky to have my superhero costume to hide any flaws.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He pulls out his phone, takes a litany of selfies with his vodka soda, and posts his favorite while I take another deliciously tender bite of steak. Apparently satisfied, he puts his phone face up on the table so he can watch his notifications, then reaches for my hand. I don't really want to stop eating, but I guess I should at least try to connect with him tonight. He's been so different lately, but we used to have fun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I put my hand in his. He smiles at me, and I do my best to return it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Valerie, baby,\" he says. \"This role is a huge step in my career. I think bringing any baggage with me to Spain is just bad energy, you know? Long distance will only hold me back. We've had a good run . . . but we should break up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e No one knew who Theo was until we dated. He was a competent television jobber with dozens of credits on IMDb that no one remembers, hustling for his big break . . . and he started getting loads of auditions once our relationship made “Who is Theo Blake?” trend. Now that the buzz about his new gig has faded from the media cycle, he needs me again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"He's making this up for press,\" I say, groaning. Our relationship was never anything really special, but we had fun for most of the six months we were together. I thought he cared about me. Things were starting to grow sour before he dumped me, but I never expected he'd outright lie for engagement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"For the record, I never liked him,\" Wade says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I know.\" I close my eyes and sigh, because I know what's coming. It always does. \"They're running with his side of the story, aren't they?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wade grimaces. \"Someone called you 'Hollywood's Heartbreaker' and it's starting to stick . . . so that's the gist of it, yeah.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Shit.\" I'm used to this, but it doesn't mean it's not exhausting. When you become rock-star famous as a teen, no one gives you the grace to make mistakes and grow up: every wrong move is rehashed and reviled. I pissed off a few important people, forgot to bite my tongue in interviews, was a little too loud about my sexuality . . . and then some of my intimate photos ended up online. Suddenly I wasn't a person-I was kindling for the media, and they loved to watch me burn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Anxiety churns in my already-queasy stomach as I trudge over to the espresso maker, suddenly desperate for caffeine. Does everyone really believe Theo's lies? What does Roxanne think?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I scroll through my endless notifications, and sure enough, there's a text from her:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Roxanne: Look, I had a great time last night, but didn't realize there was still something between you and Theo. I think it's best if I take myself out of the equation, so I told The Network I'm no longer interested in coming back for season 3. I've been considering a different offer anyways. Please don't call me again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Damn it. The Network is the streaming service that owns Epic Theme Song, the show I've been lucky to star in for two seasons after years of struggling to pivot from music to Hollywood. Fans loved Roxanne's character. Now she's never coming back, and it's my fault.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'm not completely heartbroken about losing a \"relationship\" with Roxanne, because this was just our first time out after she filmed a half-season arc on my show more than a year ago. But we had a good time. There was possibility. And Roxanne isn't even giving me a chance to explain; but we barely know each other. If our positions were reversed, I'd . . . probably handle it the same. This business is cruel: you have to look out for yourself first if you want to survive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Guess I'll chalk last night up to one more mistake in my scrapbook of regrets.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You still here, kid?\" Wade asks, frowning over at me. I realize my hands are shaking as I try to set up my coffee shots, and decide I should just keep hydrating instead. I down my glass of water, wincing as the cold liquid hits my pounding brain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Unfortunately, an anvil hasn't fallen on my head yet, so yep, still standing,\" I say, grimacing. I could really use an anvil right about now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He settles onto one of my barstools and gestures for me to join him. \"Look, I know this must be upsetting, but you made me swear on my Boxster that I'd tell you the second we heard from The Network.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My stomach drops as I return to my earlier seat at the counter, folding my legs into a pretzel and hoping I don't look too eager. We've waited on renewal news for nearly a year. Our small but loyal fan base is holding strong, but they're getting ravenous for updates. And honestly, so am I, because my entire career is balancing on this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Just tell me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He purses his lips. \"They're not happy Roxanne took another offer, and the bad press doesn't help.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I blink, truly stunned. \"They can't actually believe that bullshit too.\" You'd think a streaming service would be used to handling the media-especially stories that aren't true. First Gossip Daily, then Roxanne, now The Network-is no one going to give me a chance to tell my side of the story?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wade runs a hand over his hair. \"Roxanne was slated for a series regular promotion, and you cost them that possibility.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My nails dig sharply into my palms as I ball my fists. \"They would have to actually renew the show to get series regulars. 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