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Movie, She Wrote
The book has promise. The movie has potential. The romance? That’s a whole different story...
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When Hannah Met Grant
Nice guys finish when the cake is frosted. Or however the saying goes...
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Me Before Lou
They didn't choose each other. Lou chose for them...
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A spinoff series
The Times Series
A four-part romantic drama written by alter-ego Morgan Towers...
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"Comedic gold... with depth."
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"A little romance, a little crime, and a lot of fun!"
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"SO much fun to read... the banter was so well done."
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Hi, I'm Jess (and Morgan)
Jess Torres writes closed-door romantic comedies where chaos, banter, and unforgettable sidekicks are always part of the adventure. Her alter ego, fictional romance author Morgan Towers, is credited with the high-drama Times spinoff series—because some characters refuse to stay on the page.
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📖 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲, 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 by Jess Torres𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨.When a real author with a fake name taps a blacklisted screenwriter to adapt his messy love story, he gets more than he bargained for. She’s got a reputation to revive and a rabbit to feed—both of which become his problem. If there’s any chance at a happy ending, it’ll take his charm, her talent, and enough carrots to keep Hollywood on the hook.🍿 opposite worlds
🍿 black cat/golden retriever
🍿 fake identity
🍿 a lot of vegetables (#bunnylove)
🍿 really nosy friendsTags:
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Rebecca Cesa
Voice of Charlotte Bradbury
Corey Torres
Voice of Morgan Towers
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📖 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲, 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 by Jess TorresCharliThis spot would be a great place to film.Not that I’ve committed to this disaster of a scene that Morgan’s so strangely captivated with. I’m still not convinced it’s worthy of precious screentime.But the restaurant is both cozy and roomy. Perfect to showcase an intimate meal and still fit all the cameras in the same room. Dark enough to draw the reader in to a sense of security but bright enough to reveal all the faults and flaws of our lovers’ relationship.We end up in a semi-private space near the back of the restaurant, where a velvety curtain buffers our table from other guests. If we were in LA, I’d think it were a bit pretentious of us, but we’re thousands of miles away from that life, and this is...sweet?It’s the only word I can think of because my vocabulary was apparently wiped from my brain the moment I saw Morgan in the foyer back at the house. I meant to compliment his appearance—the perfectly tailored suit, the neatly coiffed hair, the absolute confidence with which he moved—but I brought up my rabbit of all things. Like I don’t know how to hold a conversation or engage in non-bunny-related small talk.“So, you lived with your uncle?” I blurt out, against all better judgment.Morgan glances at me over the menu he’s picked up. “We haven’t eaten yet.”“You also know a lot more about me than I do about you.”He nods, returns the menu to the table, then folds his hands. “It’s not a riveting story. And my uncle’s a good guy. Took very good care of my sister and me.” He pauses, goes to reach for his hair, then apparently thinks better of it. “He’s just a little…melodramatic.”I press my lips together so I don’t smile. “Sounds a lot like someone I know.”“Opinionated? Overbearing? Convinced of their imminent death?”“Imminent demise in general,” I clarify, and Morgan finally sits back in his seat, finally starts to let down that celebrity shell he’s been hiding behind.And it’s nice.He orders us wine, and we split a very messy plate of bruschetta. I learn that he and his sister used to play hide-and-seek on the set of this nineties comedy I watched growing up. I tell him about how I broke into the industry with a hundred hand-delivered manuscripts to the home addresses of any director or producer I could find. And he tries to convince me his uncle once sneaked him and his sister into a post-awards show party because it was imperative they learn how to work a room before they turned ten.For a long time, I forget about the memorabilia I’m after and the failed movie that yanked me straight from the glitz and glamour of this life. He tilts his wine glass back too far and spills on his white shirt, and I lose a meatball from my fork and end up with marinara on my couture dress.“Oh, my dry cleaner is not going to be pleased with me,” I joke, dabbing the napkin on the bust of the dress.“Your dry cleaner?” Morgan replies with a deep chuckle. “You have a dry cleaner in rural nowhere?”I glance back up at him and realize the wine must be working—both on him and me—because his smile is a little crooked and my cheeks are little hot.“Yeah, me. And I’m not going to be pleased with myself trying to get this out. I’ll end up with a glitter-less spot on my boob where I scrub all this tomato sauce out.”“Here, let me—”I swat his hand away as he reaches across the table. “You’ve got your own mess to deal with there.”He dips his chin, contorting his neck awkwardly so he can see the spot just below his collarbone. “It’s fashionable.”
