You Spin Me is the third book in Karen Grey's Rom-Com series, Boston Classics and can be read as a standalone!
You Spin Me, will release on April 29th, make sure to pre-order your copy today!
SYNOPSIS:
Some scars go further than skin deep…
1988 doesn’t end well for Jessica Abraham. In just one week she turns thirty, loses her day job, and loses the role of Ophelia to a younger actress. Rallying, she goes after a part at a theater outside of the city, but the director’s plan to hide her beauty behind hair, makeup, and wardrobe from Cosmo’s “Don't” column shakes her confidence to the core.
For the first time in her acting career, she won’t be able to rely on her carefully managed physical charms. Only her craft will count.
On a snowy night early in January 1989, a woman calls into DJ Callihan Alonso’s alt-rock radio show at the end of her commute. He asks her to call back the next night, and the next, just so he'll know she’s home safe. There's something about her voice that has him wanting more, but the longer they talk, the closer she gets. Compromising each and every wall he's built around his heart.
If two lonely people fall in love over late-night phone calls, will meeting face-to-face make them, or break them?
In this heart-rending but happy-ending retro rom-com, it may be the end of a decade,
but it’s the beginning of a love story.
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Book 1
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Book 1.5: Signed, Sealed, & Delivered
Book 2
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Book 2.5: Like It's 1999
Meet Karen Grey:
KAREN GREY is the pen name for award-winning narrator Karen White. A stage, screen and radio drama actor in Boston, New York and Los Angeles in the late 20th century, she started recording books in 1999. Now back in her home state of North Carolina, she shares a home with her family and (probably) too many pets, where she continues to narrate audiobooks as well as make up stories.
The first three books in her Boston Classics series of retro romcoms released in 2020, with more to come in 2021. What I'm Looking For, #1 in the series is the winner of AudioFile Magazine's Earphones Award, the NJ Romance Writers'
Put Your Heart in a Book contest and Hearts Through History’s
Romance Through the Ages contest in the Modern History category.
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER SEVEN
This week on Hawaii Five-O, Jack Ward gets his hair shellacked. On Dallas, Miss Ellie gets waxed. Or is that whacked? Whatever, all you have to do right now is stick with rock scientist Cal Alonso and his mute sock-puppet sidekick. They’ll be back right after this station identification.
JESS
I’ve decided that Cal and I need to get to know each other. Part of me wishes I knew what he looks like, but at the same time it’s nice that he can’t see me. Like, right now, my makeup’s gone, my hair’s in a messy bun and I’m in my rattiest sweats—the ones I can’t wear in public because of the mysterious stains on the backside. On the phone with Cal, I can stretch on the floor in comfort while we chat instead of pretending to look interested while a guy talks endlessly about himself. I can be myself.
I play so many roles these days, both on and offstage, that I’m actually not sure I know how to be that girl, but on the phone with Cal feels like a safe place to try.
Cal seemed wary when I suggested we play twenty questions, but I’m going to do my best to make it fun. “Okay, I’ll start. Nothing huge. Just the basics, like what’s your favorite TV show? Do you watch TV? Maybe you don’t since you work nights.”
“I watch sports on weekend afternoons.”
“Ugh, sports. Such a guy.” I make sure I put a tease in my voice because I know how guys are about their teams. “What about Sunday night? I’m guessing MacGyver.”
“Actually, I’m kind of a Moonlighting fan.”
“Really? That is interesting.”
“What’s so interesting about that?
“It’s, you know, romantic.” I’d never admit it, but I love a guy with a romantic side.
“Romantic? It’s a mystery show.”
“Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that.”
“I most certainly will. What about you?” I’ve always loved how you can hear emotion in a person’s voice, but with Cal, I depend on it even more since I can’t picture him. Right now, I’m getting a flirty color from him that makes me want more.
Not only is it distracting, I’m stumped for an answer. “I don’t know why I asked this question. I barely watch TV because of my schedule. I get home too late.”
“Can’t you tape shows you want to watch?”
“I could if my VCR wasn’t broken. Now I have to wait for my brother to decide he needs the latest model so he’ll give me his old one. Meanwhile, I’m stuck watching whatever’s on if I want to watch anything.”
“What would you be watching if you weren’t talking to me?”
“Um, tonight, probably Thirtysomething, but I would’ve missed the first fifteen minutes, so maybe not. I’ll have to catch up on the reruns this summer. Otherwise, I’ll never know if Hope has another baby or if Nancy and Elliot go through with their divorce, or—”
After his snort of laughter, I go for playful defensiveness. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Of course not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m not. I have no idea who those people are.”
“They’re my TV friends. Don’t you have TV friends?”
“Yes, but…” Trailing off, he clears his throat.
“Oh, ho. Cal has TV friends he’s ashamed of.”
When he doesn’t say anything, it’s my turn to laugh.
Joining me he asks, “Who’s laughing at who now?”
“Come on, you have to tell. Is it Big Bird? Oscar the Grouch? I could totally see that.”
I have to wait for the answer while he puts me on hold to do his actual job, but when he returns, he jumps right back in. “When I was little, I definitely identified with both of those guys, but I have managed to move on from Sesame Street since then.”
There’s still a smile in his tone, so I press on. “Then are your TV friends game show people or soap opera people?”
“Can I plead the fifth on that?”
“Mm-hmm. Soap opera people, then. Which show could it be? Hang on. I’m grabbing my TV Guide.”
“It was All My Children, okay? I used to watch the soaps with my mom.”
“Aww.” Very cute. As long as he’s not still living with his mom. That would be problematic.
“She called them her stories.”
“Weren’t you in school when that was on?”
“I was home sick a lot.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” He doesn’t elaborate, and I think I’ve pushed far enough. “One more: Lassie or Mr. Rogers?”
“Definitely Mr. Rogers. Lassie was too scary.”
“It was for me too, but I love dogs, so I’d make my sister watch with me. You were a sensitive little guy, huh?”
“I guess I was.”
“I love that. I’d like to see a picture of you as a little kid.” Even though talking like this is cozy, my brain still craves an image to go with the voice.
“Yeah, there aren’t many of those.” Something beeps in the background. “Listen, I should go. But thanks for talking to me instead of watching Thirtysomething.”
“You’re welcome. You’re better than TV friends.”
“Good night, Jess.”
“Good night, Cal.”
I totally forgot to stretch after class I was in such a hurry to call Cal, so I’m a bit stiff as I get to my feet to hang up the phone. Carefully lifting my leg to the barre, I try to picture him. A guy with a voice that masculine and sexy has to be good-looking, right?
But what if he isn’t? Am I that shallow? Ticking through an imaginary slideshow of all the guys I’ve ever gone out with, I have to conclude that I am.
Not to mention that my vanity has me doing everything within my power to enhance my good bits and hide the bad. So much about attraction has to do with appearance. Right?
Could I fall for a guy who isn’t handsome? I’m attracted to Cal when we talk, but what if we met and one, or both, of us were disappointed in what we see?
What would we do then?
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