HEA PR: CHANGING SCENES by @parthalan

CHANGING SCENES by Jennifer Allis Provost

Series: Change Series #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

- SYNOPSIS -

“Image isn’t everything

…or is it?”

For Astrid Janvier, image is everything…

Astrid is a world-renowned model, as famous for her strut as her startling green eyes. She’s modeled for the biggest names in the fashion world, and is regularly invited to parties in New York, London, and Paris. Thanks to a designer label addiction, she’s also broke, and takes a job as a cocktail waitress just to make rent. When her best friend Britt asks her to be her maid of honor at her upcoming wedding, their first task is to decide the menu.

Donnie Coehlo is a young, up-and-coming chef with a dinner menu to plan…

Donato—Donnie for short—is the head chef at Thirty-Nine and Twelve, a seafood bistro on the Connecticut shore. It’s a great accomplishment given his youthful age, but Donnie doesn’t brag. He just wants to find the right girl, settle down, and have a bunch of kids. When Astrid arrives at his restaurant, Donnie hopes she is the one. But would a high-priced model like Astrid be interested in a regular guy like him?

As Astrid’s life crumbles around her, and Donnie makes a terrible choice, Astrid learns the two of them are irrevocably tied together.

Will their connection be enough for Astrid to leave her high-fashion life behind, and accept what Donnie has to offer? Or will she chase her dreams as a model, leaving Donnie as part of her past?

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- EXCERPT -

“So, what’s this adventure all about?”

“We’re going shopping,” he said as he pulled away from the curb. “You like shopping?”

If he only knew. “Doesn’t everyone? But I don’t think anything’s open right now.”

Donnie glanced at the clock above the dashboard. “Actually, this place’ll open up in about half an hour.”

“Great,” I said. “I’m going to be like one of those girls on the true crime show, kidnapped by a cute guy and sold into slavery.”

“You think I’m cute?”

I raised my mug, hoping to blame my warm cheeks on the steam. “I’m sure they’ll get a good looking actor to portray you. Ratings and all.”

“Ratings.” We stopped for a traffic signal, the streetlight above making the interior of the van bright as day. “You’re not wearing a drop of makeup, are you?”

“Um, no.” In fact, this was the most casual I’d been in public in years. My hair was pulled back in a bun, and I was wearing jeans, an orange turtleneck sweater, and a navy blue down vest. And cowboy boots; one must be stylish, even in the cold. “Is that all right? You didn’t say where we were going.”

“It’s fine,” he said, his dark eyes holding me. “I like seeing the real you.” We watched each other for a moment, then the light turned green, and Donnie returned his attention to the road.

“All right, go ahead and ask me,” I said.

“Ask you what?”

“About my eyes.”

Donnie glanced at me, his forehead wrinkled. “What about your eyes? You have x-ray vision or something?”

I blinked. “You’re really not curious?”

“Seriously, babe, you’ve lost me,” he said. “Help a guy out and tell me what I’m supposed to be curious about.”

“Everyone wants to know if they’re green because of contacts, or if I have some crazy white ancestor,” I explained.

“I got lots of crazy white ancestors,” Donnie said. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

I laughed, and watched my reflection in the passenger window. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that about you.”

“S’okay. Besides, I already know everything I need to about your eyes.”

“And what’s that?”

“That they’re gorgeous.” My jaw dropped, but before I could say anything he continued, “And anyway, it’s not like the fish’ll care what color they are.”

I shut my mouth with a clack. “Fish?”

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you? We’re going to the fish market.”

“At one in the morning?”

He shrugged. “It’s when it opens.”

- ABOUT THE AUTHOR: JENNIFER ALLIS PROVOST -

Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog that thinks she’s a kangaroo, a parrot, a junkyard cat, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.