Title: Return To Us
Author: Christy Pastore
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Editor: Missy Borucki
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew
Models: Annie Chartrand and Justin Edwards
Publisher: Christy Pastore Publishing LLC
Publication Date: Feb. 22nd, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Reviews & PR
I married the man of every womanâs dreams.
My husband is the leading man in their filthy fantasies. I know because theyâve told me.
Matthew Barber is Tinsel Townâs most sought-after movie star and Iâm the girl next door. Tinley Atkinson, the former child star with an Ivy League education, and the daughter of a deceased Broadway legend.
Three short years later, itâs all crashing down.
We were the quintessential celebrity coupleâMattley, Hollywoodâs Heartthrob and Americaâs Sweetheart.
We fell in love, and the whole world watched as our fairytale romance unfolded between the pages of glossy magazines spreads and candid moments splashed online.
The public is fascinated with the rumors swirling around usâIâm the jilted wife and heâs the no-good cheater. Iâm infertile and years of drug abuse is to blame. He wants kids and I would rather have a career.
Heâs the love of my life.
What am I going to do about that?
Marriage is tough and itâs even tougher in Hollywood, Iâm ready to fight . . .
Christy Pastore lives in the Midwest with her husband, their springer spaniel, Bailey and their crazy cool cat, Boomer. She has a Bachelorâs Degree in Textiles, Apparel and Merchandising and Marketing. Writing has always been a part of her life. Her first writing gig was for a celebrity entertainment website. Later she went on to create her own blogazine and media company combining her love of writing with fashion and marketing.
When's she not writing flirty and dirty books or updating her celebrity fashion blog, she loves shopping online, binge watching her favorite shows and daydreaming.
She believes books, especially love stories are an escape from the real world.
A few of Christy's favorite things:
Bold Heroine's â Swoony Hero's with a Naughty Sideâ Guilty Pleasure Reads and TV Shows â Designer Handbags â Men In Suits â Black and White Photosâ Sexy Accentsâ Snowâ Pinterest â Twitter â Instagramâ Wineâ Champagneâ Soy Latte's â Gummi Bearsâ Gourmet Grilled Cheese Sandwiches â PicklesâPopcornâ Sparkling Waterâ Eye Creamâ Pedicuresâ Travelingâ 80's Musicâ Musicalsâ Movie Trailers â Celebrity Red Carpet Interviews â Award Shows â Making Lists.
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I sat on the edge of the barstool, one foot on the floor the other bouncing nervously on the railing, as I watched my husband striding towards the restaurant. He stopped for a moment wrapping up a call, and then shoved his cellphone into the back pocket of his jeans.
Matthew was as handsome as the evening I met him, even after a fifteen-hour flight he looked every bit the perfectly polished movie star. Women stopped midstride bringing their phones to life. Their mouths hung open as their manicured fingers subtly pointed in his direction. My husband was the leading man in their filthy fantasies. I know because theyâve told me.
âOh my, is that Matthew Barber?â
âHeâs so hot. What I wouldnât do to that man.â
Matthewâs dark hair was slicked back, his grey t-shirt straining over the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms. The fabric inched up over his biceps revealing colorful ink. His hazel eyes swept over me, and I couldnât help but smile, despite the fact that I was pushing down the urge to cry.
âHey, beautiful,â he said, before kissing my lips.
After dropping his bags onto the floor, he took a seat next to me and ordered a beer. I studied him for a long moment. Did he do it? My heart pounded in my chest, as I swiped my phone to life. I scanned the gossip pages again, feeling the tears welling in my eyes at the sight of the two of them holding each otherâhis hands pushing through her dark hair gazing at her the way he looked at me a moment ago.
Pictures can be deceiving, and this imageâit could just be a scene from the movie. I couldnât tell what was real or fake anymore. Rumors were swirling about their sizzling chemistry, and social media buzzed everyday about the two of them being the perfect onscreen couple. I understood the art of the movie business because my mother had been a performer of both stage and screen. From the movie stills, it was hard to deny that the two of them didnât have that special spark that made movie magic. However, Matthew was that goodâa very good actor.
Panic swirled inside me, and the words tumbled out.
âDid you sleep with her?â I asked, my eyes never leaving the phone screen.
âBut you wanted to?â
âAre you in love with her?â I asked, finally looking up.
Matthew twisted the platinum band wrapped around his ring finger. âI donât know.â
My hands shook as a breathy sob escaped my lips and my heart crumbled into a million broken pieces. âAnd you need to find out?â
âTinley,â he said, the rich timbre of his voice washed over me, it was a sound filled with too many moments, too many memories. My marriage was falling apart and the whole world was watching.
Three years of marriage, four questions and his six words sent everything tumbling into blackness.