This month, we're spotlighting...
Allison Rushby is the Australian author of a whole lot of books. She is crazy about Mini Coopers, Devon Rex cats, Downton Abbey and corn chips. You can often find her procrastinating on Twitter at @Allison_Rushby or on Facebook. That is, when she’s not on eBay, or Etsy, or any other place she can shop in secret while looking like she’s writing…
"Call me Ishmael…" The voice startled Cassie, drawing her out of her much-thumbed copy of Moby Dick. She looked up through a mess of wind-blown hair, leaving sea salt and whales behind. Suddenly aware of the real world once more, she shifted on her concrete perch and took him in. Tall. A flop of blonde-ish brown-ish hair that could do with a cut. Greeny brown eyes to match. Skin that wasn't shockingly white, like her own, but wasn't really olive, either. No outstanding features to speak of. A good decade and a half older than her almost twenty-two years. And dressed entirely in black for the chilly autumn day. Shoes, socks, trousers, shirt, jumper, coat, scarf, satchel. Black, black, black.
"Goodness." She ignored his opening line. "Are you in mourning?"
He burst out laughing at this. "Maybe."
"Oh, God. I'm not sitting on your grandmother or something, am I? I've done that before you know. I've even been ejected from the cemetery once." Cassie scrambled off the flat, low grave.
"Ejected from Père Lachaise. How rock star of you. Jim would be impressed."
Cassie grinned slightly. "It does sound amazingly cool, but then I remember I'm simply in the exalted company of the flasher and his trench coat I had ejected myself the very next week, so…" She cleared her throat. "Is that who you're looking for? Jim Morrison?" It was always Jim Morrison they were looking for in the famous Parisian cemetery. Or Oscar Wilde. Rarely anyone else.
"Actually, no. It's Théodore Géricault I'm looking for. But he doesn't seem to be on this useless map." He took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it slowly, meticulously. "And I thought that seeing as you were reading, rather than wandering around aimlessly with an equally stupid map, you might have an idea where the more obscure dead people might reside in this place."
In all the days in all the years Cassie had sat in Père Lachaise and re-read whichever favourite books she had brought in her suitcase with her to her grandmother's (she only ever re-read in Père Lachaise – it was a rule of hers), no-one had ever, ever asked her where Théodore Géricault's monument was. She abandoned her book on a plinth and took a step towards him, a moth to his flame. "Cassie," she said, holding out her hand. "Well, Cassandra, but no-one ever calls me that. Not unless I'm in trouble."
About Beneath Beautiful
When a handsome stranger approaches Cassie Tavington in Paris's beautiful Père Lachaise cemetery, she has no idea who he is. It doesn't take long to find out. A whispered name from a passerby shocks her into the realisation that it's Cameron Callahan, high-profile modern artist, who she's busy showing around the cemetery.
Mortified, Cassie runs, but Cameron soon tracks her down. He's intent on having Cassie sit for him, but Cassie isn't sure. His provocative sculptures are often in the media, which isn't somewhere that Cassie, the daughter of a politician, should be.
But there's no denying the attraction between the pair, and Cassie soon finds herself in a strange whirlwind of a relationship. Between Paris, London and New York, Cassie finds sitting for an artist isn't as simple as it seems. There's much to contend with—including Cameron's ex-girlfriend, Plum, her own father, and her new love interest, James.
With the clock ticking down to the opening of Cameron's new exhibition, Cassie must struggle to decide just how much of herself she can give over to Cameron and his sculpture while still remaining whole.
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