
by Lucy Parker
Series: London Celebrities #3
Also in this series: The Austen Playbook (London Celebrities, #4)
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication Date: May 28, 2018
Genres: Romance
Pages: 245
Source: NetGalley
I received an advance review copy of this book from NetGalley. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
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Author of Act Like It and Pretty Face Lucy Parker returns readers to the West End, where it’s fireworks onstage and off in a sexy enemies-to-lovers showdown.
Once upon a time, circus artist Trix Lane was the best around. Her spark vanished with her confidence, though, and reclaiming either has proved…difficult. So when the star of The Festival of Masks is nixed and Trix is unexpectedly thrust into the spotlight, it’s exactly the push she needs. But the joy over her sudden elevation in status is cut short by a new hire on the makeup team.
Leo Magasiva: disgraced wizard of special effects. He of the beautiful voice and impressive beard. Complete dickhead and—in an unexpected twist—an enragingly good kisser.
To Leo, something about Trix is…different. Lovely. Beautiful, even though the pint-size, pink-haired former bane of his existence still spends most of her waking hours working to annoy him. They’ve barely been able to spend two minutes together for years, and now he can’t get enough of her. On stage. At home. In his bed.
When it comes to commitment, Trix has been there, done that, never wants to do it again. Leo’s this close to the job of a lifetime, which would take him away from London—and from Trix. Their past is a constant barrier between them.
It seems hopeless.
Utterly impossible.
And yet…




“Don’t even.” Trix was goaded, against her better judgment. “This is not a ‘we-bicker-because-we-want- to-bang’ situation. It’s a ‘he’s-a-tosspot-and-I’ve-learned-my-lesson’ situation.”
“I don’t believe I mentioned sex,” Lily said sweetly. “What an interesting direction your mind took.”
“I’m getting in character. Channelling Doralina and her incredibly useful ability to make men disappear.”
“Something you have in common lately, from what I’ve heard.” His voice was light, but there was a note in it that made her look up.
“Excuse me?” she said dangerously.
His firm lips tilted at one corner. “People keep assuming I’m avidly interested in your love life. Three-date rule, is it? Before you apparently kick them so hard into the friend-zone that Manchester United’s talent scout comes knocking on the door.”
“Exes, anxiety, bad days at work, pain-in-the-arse sisters, awful bosses. It’s all part of the package, isn’t it? Life, in all its occasional shittiness. There’s nothing that needs to be magically fixed before it’s somehow okay for us to be together.”
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