{"product_id":"some-kind-of-famous-isbn-9780593871690","title":"Some Kind of Famous","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this steamy and emotional small-town romance, a disgraced ex-musician and a local handyman try to resist their growing attraction for each other—until a house renovation forces them together—from the author of \u003ci\u003eHow to Fake It in Hollywood\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eWill They or Won’t They\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Real, raw, and deeply romantic.”—Ashley Herring Blake, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDream On, Ramona Riley\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s been a decade since Merritt Valentine’s height as a celebrated singer-songwriter . . . and her subsequent career-ending mental breakdown. In the following years, she’s abandoned the glitz of Los Angeles to move in with her sister, Olivia, in the sleepy Colorado ski town of Crested Peak, hoping to heal her lingering emotional wounds somewhere out of the spotlight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLife in Crested Peak would be uncomplicated if not for Merritt’s inconvenient crush on the local contractor and handyman, Nikolaos Petrakis. Niko is disarmingly handsome and too kind-hearted to ever be right for the complex and prickly Merritt. Though tempting, a fling with Niko would only invite the kind of drama Merritt has vowed to leave behind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter his last heartbreak, Niko is done dating his fellow townies. Still, he can’t shake his fascination with the brilliant Merritt, even as he heeds their mutual friends’ warnings to steer clear of her chaos. But when Merritt needs help fixing up a house of her own, Niko is glad to be the only man for the job.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the two spend more time together, their mutual attraction sparking a deeper connection than either one expects, they’re forced to confront the idea that they may have underestimated each other—and themselves.“Real, raw, and deeply romantic, \u003ci\u003eSome Kind of Famous\u003c\/i\u003e is a gorgeous story of two imperfect people finding someone who just might be perfect for them. A beautifully messy and authentic love story.”\u003cb\u003e—Ashley Herring Blake, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDream On, Ramona Riley\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No one explores the nuances of love in all its messy glory like Ava Wilder. \u003ci\u003eSome Kind of Famous\u003c\/i\u003e offers a fresh, intimate take on celebrity romance with raw, real characters who pine, struggle, and heal. This is a gorgeously written story that captures all the facets of fame with sensitivity and insight.”\u003cb\u003e—Kate Goldbeck, author of \u003ci\u003eDaddy Issues\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I am on my knees every single day, grateful to be in a timeline where Ava Wilder is writing books and I get to read them. \u003ci\u003eSome Kind of Famous\u003c\/i\u003e is the absolute peak of romance—tender and vulnerable and deeply moving and so sexy it'll give you butterflies. I am obsessed with Ava Wilder's mind and want as much of it as I can possibly ever get.”\u003cb\u003e—Alicia Thompson, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eNever Been Shipped\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An angsty and totally immersive romance with a charming setting.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wilder’s stunning follow-up to \u003ci\u003eWill They or Won’t They\u003c\/i\u003e tackles the complexities of mental health, sexuality, and what love can become when given the chance. Perfect for readers who enjoy romances that reflect the realities of small-town life.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eAva Wilder\u003c\/b\u003e is the critically acclaimed author of \u003ci\u003eHow to Fake it in Hollywood, Will They or Won’t They, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eSome Kind of Famous\u003c\/i\u003e. Her work is often described as gritty, messy, and raw, which is also why she is no longer invited to make the potato salad. She lives in Northern Virginia with her husband and their toothless cat.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs soon as her sister walked through the front door, Merritt Valentine knew something was wrong. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What’s going on?” she blurted out, the troubled expression on Olivia’s face all the permission she needed to full-on panic. “Are you dying?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor the past few weeks, Olivia had been complaining about feeling off, but it wasn’t until she’d fainted during yoga last weekend that Merritt had started to worry. She’d offered to go with her to the doctor, but Olivia had told her not to bother, so instead, Merritt had spent the afternoon trying—and clearly failing—not to get tangled up in worst-case scenarios. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Let me get my coat off first, jeez,” said Olivia, with a laugh that seemed genuine enough to make Merritt unclench somewhat. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile Olivia took off her coat and boots by the door, Merritt returned her attention to the sweet potato curry simmering on the stove, biting her tongue as she practically simmered with anticipation herself. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia eased onto a stool on the other side of the kitchen island, that same distracted look back on her face. Three endless breaths passed before she spoke. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not dying. Well, not any faster than I should be,” Olivia said, toying with the delicate gold pendant around her neck. She met Merritt’s eyes. “But . . . I’m pregnant.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerritt felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSure, Olivia had talked about wanting a family before, but even though she and Dev had been together since college, Merritt had never heard her mention it in a more concrete way than “someday.” There was always something to do first: finish her PhD, settle into their new house, start a new job, get that promotion. By the time their joint thirty-fifth birthday had passed in February, it had been a long time since Merritt had even heard that vague “someday.” She’d assumed that, for whatever reason, Olivia had changed her mind somewhere along the way. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut there was no ambivalence in the giddy smile spreading across Olivia’s face, so Merritt had no choice but to match it, swallowing the complicated feelings she already felt bubbling up from the pit of her stomach. This didn’t have to be hard. If Olivia was thrilled, she was thrilled. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr, at least, she could pretend to be, until she figured out how the f*** she really felt. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Holy shit.\u003ci\u003e Olivia!\u003c\/i\u003e” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe dashed around to the other side of the island and wrapped her sister in an affectionate headlock, the closest thing to a hug that was possible with one of them perched on a stool. Olivia choked out a half laugh, half sob, curling her fingers around Merritt’s forearm. Merritt felt tears fill her own eyes, and she blinked them away. Maybe she wouldn’t have to pretend, after all. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How do you feel?” she asked, releasing Olivia and returning to the stove. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Like I’m gonna throw up. Do you think it’s going to be like this the whole time?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerritt laughed. “Didn’t Mom say she puked every day until, like, the end of the third trimester?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was one of their mother’s favorite grievances to bring up whenever one of them (usually Merritt) had upset her: \u003ci\u003eI spent nine months with my head in a toilet for this,\u003c\/i\u003e she’d say dryly, either to herself or to whatever third party was watching sympathetically. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia groaned, resting her face in her hands. “F***. Why am I doing this again?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Because you’re married and in love and want to fill this house with your and Dev’s gorgeous genius offspring?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia’s laugh was muffled. “Oh yeah.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How did this even happen? Did your IUD make a break for it again?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven without looking at her, Merritt could sense Olivia stiffening. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Um, no,” she said, with forced nonchalance. “When I went in last summer to get that taken care of, I actually just had her take it out.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh.” Merritt tried to ignore the twist in her gut. “You didn’t tell me that.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Really? I swear, I thought I did.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerritt knew that if she glanced back, Olivia’s neck would be splotched red, a telltale sign of lying for both of them. Merritt took a deep breath through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eShe didn’t tell you because she was worried about your reaction. Don’t prove her right.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe returned her attention to the stove, pinching some salt from the tiny bowl on the counter and sprinkling it over the bubbling pan. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So, are you going to convert Dev’s office into the nursery?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia paused for a beat longer than she needed to. “Yeah. Which means we’re going to have to move his office . . . downstairs.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerritt rested the wooden spoon on the counter. “You mean, you’re going to move it to my room.” It wasn’t a question. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia gracefully rose from the chair and swept past Merritt to grab a glass from the cabinet. “Well . . . yeah,” she mumbled, opening the fridge to pull out the water filter. “Except . . . it wouldn’t be your room. By then. Right? It would just be . . . Dev’s office.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe avoided Merritt’s gaze as she filled the glass and returned the pitcher to the fridge. Merritt leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you want me to move out, just say that. You don’t have to be so weird about it.” She tried to keep her tone even, no trace of the gathering storm. Olivia sighed as she returned to her stool. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I mean . . . it’s not like you could keep living here forever.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It hasn’t been for\u003ci\u003eever\u003c\/i\u003e,” Merritt retorted, stirring the curry with renewed vigor. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia raised her eyebrows. “It’s been two years.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerritt snorted. “Don’t exaggerate. It’s only been . . .” She flicked her eyes to the ceiling and counted in her head. \u003ci\u003eApril, May, June\u003c\/i\u003e . . . “Twenty-seven months,” she muttered, deflated. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You don’t have to leave until the fall. You’ll have plenty of time to get your house ready.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Merritt had crawled out from the wreckage of her last relationship and fled Los Angeles for Olivia and Dev’s sleepy Colorado ski town (population 1,543), she had no plans to stay there. She’d sworn to them that she’d be crashing for a week at most, until the dust settled and she could slink back to Los Feliz with as much dignity as she could muster. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe must have been addled by the altitude, however, because she’d put an impulsive cash offer on a house atop the mountain three days after she arrived, instantly seduced by the town’s picturesque natural beauty and kitschy charm. The house had been sitting vacant for a few years and needed some basic renovations before she could move in. Small enough that she’d put them off for a month, then two—then twenty-seven. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the meantime, she’d settled into a life of unconventional domesticity with Olivia and Dev, splitting the mortgage and bills and chores and cooking dinner for the three of them practically every night. Of course she’d known it couldn’t last forever, but she’d delighted in the unexpected chance to live with her sister as adults—exactly the shot in the arm their relationship had needed. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now she’d be leaving the warmth and laughter of Dev and Olivia’s kitchen for the dark solitude of her abandoned house. 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