Title: #1 Crush
Series: #1 Series #1
Author: T. Gephart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2017
Tia Monroe was smart, sassy and successful.
Sure, she could get a little crazy at times—life around Tia was never boring—but
that was part of her appeal. And while she didn’t see herself as ‘classically
beautiful’, she had no shortage of options in the boyfriend department. She
just hadn’t found one who held her interest.
Until she laid eyes on Eric Larsson, and then it was lust at first sight.
He packed the perfect mix of smoldering sexy and unapologetic cool into his
blond-haired, blue-eyed, ridiculously hot six-foot-four frame. One smile from
him was enough to twist her insides, making her girlie bits tingle in the most
delicious way. But it wasn’t just his looks, he was smart and funny—charming in
the most a-dork-able way.
The only problem was . . . Tia had never actually met him.
Eric Larsson was one of Hollywood’s hottest movie stars, rising to the top of
his game and leaving a trail of disintegrated panties in his wake. Tia’s were
no exception—but she wasn’t delusional. Love, marriage and happily-ever-after
were not part of her fantasy; she just wanted to meet him. Just one time. One
time. Confident that just seeing him in the flesh would get him out of her
So, with her resolve steeled, Tia set off on a quest to make it happen while
avoiding her mug shot being splayed across the five o’clock news.
The journey no doubt will make for one hell of a story.
“Oh my God.” The words wheezed out of me as all
the oxygen escaped from my lungs. My chest tightened like I’d been kicked right
in between my ribs.
There he was a few feet behind me slowly making
his way toward me.
“Eric, look here.”
“Eric, this way.”
Both sides of the line screamed at him as he
patiently walked from side to side, signing autographs and taking selfies. Each
step he took inching him closer to where I had frozen, my eyes bulging out of
my head like a complete lunatic.
There he was.
Eric Larsson, right in front of me.
And not even internet stalking could have
prepared me for what he looked like in real life.
So handsome he almost didn’t seem real, and as
much as I tried I couldn’t stop staring.
Say something my mouth begged as my brain continued on its mental vacation. My eyes
scanned every inch of his body like it was planning to build a 3-D replica.
Holy hell he was wearing the absolute fuck out
of that suit. Every inch of the fabric curling around his delicious body like
its life depended on it. And believe me, even though he was covered from head
to toe in tailored Tom Ford perfection—I’d seen photos of him in this
particular suit before—it did nothing to hide how obscenely hot he was.
My heart thumped loudly as he took another step
closer, his eyes remaining on the crowd.
It rang out clear despite the noise around us.
It took me a minute to realize that while my brain had stalled, my mouth hadn’t
suffered the same fate. My lips still open as his name left them.
Who the hell yells out his last name? I panicked, unable to tear my eyes from him as his head lifted
and his eyes settled on me.
Dear. Lord. In. Heaven. And. All. The. Saints.
Eric Larsson was looking at me.
His brow lifted in acknowledgement as his lips
curled, momentarily blinding me as he flashed his trademark smile.
Well, if that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t
know what was.
So, even though I was struggling to breathe—my
ability to remain upright also not guaranteed—my feet moved me closer toward
him. My internal pep talk worked overtime as I reminded myself we were on a
mission. Two minutes of eye contact, conversation . . . and something about me
finding out what an asshole he was.
“Hi.” The best I could do given the circumstances.
Intellectually I knew the man was tall. I mean,
in my head I figured I knew what six-foot-four looked like. But as I lifted my
eyes, it didn’t come close to where I should be looking, my gaze hitting his
chin before I tilted my head even higher.
“Hi,” he responded, the single word sent a
shiver down my spine as he unleashed another blinding smile.
Those eyes were something else. The clearest
blue I had ever seen, and though I knew it wasn’t possible it seemed like they
illuminated from the inside out. Like magical orbs, the weight of their stare
hypnotized me, pulling me in closer like a force field. I couldn’t have looked
away if I’d tried. Not that I tried, and not that I wanted to.
And oh Lord have mercy, did he smell good.
Mouthwatering. Ridiculous that it would even get a mention given I already had
those eyes, his face and his delectable couture-wrapped body to contend with.
Yet there was his scent wafting up my nose uninvited. A sadistic mix of sexy,
clean and masculine—probably Calvin Klein—overwhelmed me as I fought the urge
to bury my head in his neck and inhale him like a line of cocaine.
Say something you dumbass. My mouth begged as my hand, completely of its own accord, reached out
and rested on his arm.
Holy. Freaking. Shit. I. Was. Touching. Him.
Do not moan, I reminded myself.
“Congratulations on the movie.” Words poured out
of my mouth, thankfully in a sequence that made sense, as my fingers struggled
not to caress the fabric of his suit. My fingers didn’t listen, slowly stroking
in small—slightly inappropriate and rather suggestive—circles.
Wow, this is a really, really nice suit.
Do not lick it.
T Gephart is an indie
author from Melbourne, Australia.
T’s approach to life
has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped
on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip
left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her
appetite for travel and life experience.
With a rather eclectic
resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment
history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent
trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind
courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for
their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in
Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US.
T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the
An avid reader, T
became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the
books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify
with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity.
Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set
herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and
yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful”
experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she
had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core
characters are empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity.
She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.
T loves to travel,
laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills
into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly
enjoying the ride!
Based on her life
experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas
to keep you all enthralled.
ever read a book that you know from the beginning you should not take to
seriously but you still had such a good time reading it ?
Well I just
had that some days ago when I read #1 Crush by T. Gephart. Have you ever really
Fan-crushed over a famous person and dreamed of meeting that person ? Well here
is THE Book that will guide you through that dream.
first minute I thought I might have made a mistake in choosing this book as
there was a notice that suggested this to be a kind of FanFiction because there
was a REAL existing Person used as a base.
And maybe this really is a
FanFiction of sorts but to be very honest … after a few minutes it was very
easy to forget about that specifically mentioned person…
And after a few more
minutes I simply exchanged that person with an Actor of my personal liking and
from that moment on…..
say I was right in the middle of my own girly fantasy and I promise you will be
engaging writing style will take you there if you let her and you will love it…