Like a Love Song
(Sprache: Englisch)
This debut paperback original romance follows a Latina teen pop star whose image takes a dive after a messy public breakup, until she's set up with a swoon-worthy fake boyfriend.
Fake boyfriend. Real heartbreak?
Natalie is living her...
Fake boyfriend. Real heartbreak?
Natalie is living her...
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This debut paperback original romance follows a Latina teen pop star whose image takes a dive after a messy public breakup, until she's set up with a swoon-worthy fake boyfriend.Fake boyfriend. Real heartbreak?
Natalie is living her dream: topping the charts and setting records as a Brazilian pop star... until she's dumped spectacularly on live television. Not only is it humiliating--it could end her career.
Her PR team's desperate plan? A gorgeous yet oh-so-fake boyfriend. Nati reluctantly agrees, but William is not what she expected. She was hoping for a fierce bad boy--not a soft-hearted British indie film star. While she fights her way back to the top with a sweet and surprisingly swoon-worthy boy on her arm, she starts to fall for William--and realizes that maybe she's the biggest fake of them all. Can she reclaim her voice and her heart?
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"The perfect ode to falling in love while you're still finding your voice."--Jennifer Dugan, author of Hot Dog Girl
"All the fun and excitement of your favorite summer bop, and all the heart of a love ballad."--Adiba Jaigirdar, author of The Henna Wars
"YA rom-com perfection."--Nina Moreno, author of Don't Date Rosa Santos
Lese-Probe zu „Like a Love Song “
Chapter 1 Everything s Wonderful
Nothing can prepare you for the bright lights of fame. Nothing. When I m stepping onto a stage, the spotlight is a warm embrace. But when I m walking a red carpet, the spotlight is cold, the camera s flashes little daggers of ice, making my heart speed up in turn.
I m lucky I m not alone tonight.
Trent is by my side as we pull up to the E! People s Choice Awards, but it takes him a moment to look away from the paparazzi s cameras and turn to me. He smiles, his Hollywood-white teeth bright. Deliberately, he puts his arm around me, and the butterflies in my stomach calm down. I feel elevated.
We re immediately guided from our limo by security people wearing black suits and earpieces. We barely have time to exchange another look before we re stepping onto the international symbol of fame and fortune: the red carpet.
Natalie, when is your new album coming out? asks one of the paparazzi.
Natalie! Over here! another shouts. Are you excited about tonight? Do you think you ll win Female Artist of the Year?
Natalie!
Natalie, over here!
Natalie!
The trick to posing on the red carpet is to suck in your breath, plaster on your most photogenic expression--for me, an open smile--and ignore everything the paparazzi say. Nobody looks good mid-speech, and this is all about looking good. Force your eyes to stay open, but somehow make it seem natural. You ll get used to the flashing lights eventually, seeing nothing but white and black dots in your vision. When that happens, only smile brighter.
One foot in front of the other. I can totally do this. Breathe in, breathe out.
I m wearing a dress with an asymmetrical hem, shorter in the front and flowing down to the ground in the back, lilac tones deepening into purple. The torso is strapless and covered in
... mehr
what my stylist, Erin, assured me were tasteful sequins. The dress is sexy and beautiful, but it doesn t make me very comfortable--with a flat chest, I m always worried a strapless dress is going to fall down. My heels are golden stilettos, and I m glad that at least these aren t pointy. They re open sandals that show off my toes painted in lilac to match my skirt.
Trent Nicholson! Trent! another paparazzo shouts. Are you upset you haven t been nominated this year? Do you think your last movie deserved it?
Trent s grip on my waist tightens to the point of discomfort, but I m too busy counting breaths in my head to look at him. Four seconds in, hold for seven, let go for eight.
Tonight is my night. I have to look . . . perfect.
I glance up at him and watch a frown pass over his face as he hurries forward, pulling me along with him. I hesitate, giving him a small confused smile. What are you doing? I try to telepathically communicate with my eyes. This is the time for my solo shots. Go right along.
Trent rolls his eyes and sighs, but eventually nods.
The Great American Sweethearts.
Natalie, over here!
The voices pull me back in, so I let myself drown in them. I turn sideways, showing off my bare back, tilting my head toward the cameras just enough that no belly rolls will show. I have rehearsed this a thousand times. Only turn twenty degrees. Never forty-five.
This is going to be okay. Gripping my Chanel purse close to my body, I repeat the mantra: It s going to be okay. I ve worked all my life for tonight. And tonight is the night that I ll find out if it was all worth it. If I ve succeeded or failed.
If I m the Female Artist of the Year, or . . . a nomin
Trent Nicholson! Trent! another paparazzo shouts. Are you upset you haven t been nominated this year? Do you think your last movie deserved it?
Trent s grip on my waist tightens to the point of discomfort, but I m too busy counting breaths in my head to look at him. Four seconds in, hold for seven, let go for eight.
Tonight is my night. I have to look . . . perfect.
I glance up at him and watch a frown pass over his face as he hurries forward, pulling me along with him. I hesitate, giving him a small confused smile. What are you doing? I try to telepathically communicate with my eyes. This is the time for my solo shots. Go right along.
Trent rolls his eyes and sighs, but eventually nods.
The Great American Sweethearts.
Natalie, over here!
The voices pull me back in, so I let myself drown in them. I turn sideways, showing off my bare back, tilting my head toward the cameras just enough that no belly rolls will show. I have rehearsed this a thousand times. Only turn twenty degrees. Never forty-five.
This is going to be okay. Gripping my Chanel purse close to my body, I repeat the mantra: It s going to be okay. I ve worked all my life for tonight. And tonight is the night that I ll find out if it was all worth it. If I ve succeeded or failed.
If I m the Female Artist of the Year, or . . . a nomin
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Autoren-Porträt von Gabriela Martins
Gabriela Martins is a Brazilian kidlit author and linguist. Her stories feature Brazilian characters finding themselves and love. She was a high school teacher and has also worked as a TED Ed-Club facilitator, where she helped teens develop their own talks in TED format. She edited and self-published a pro-bono LGBTQ+ anthology (Keep Faith) with all funds going to queer people in need. When she's not writing, she can be found cuddling with her two cats or singing loudly and off-key. Like a Love Song is her debut novel. Find her on Twitter at @gabhimartins and on Instagram at @gabhi, and visit her website at gabrielawrites.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Gabriela Martins
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2021, 304 Seiten, Masse: 13,8 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593382072
- ISBN-13: 9780593382073
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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