Off Script by Liv Bartlet Official Book Tour :)
“I kissed Edward Wolverton once. It was everything it was supposed to be—and then some... maybe I’ll kiss him again.”
TV Producer Bea Douglas’s last confession to her former business partner and ex-best friend wasn’t meant to tempt the fates. She’s eager to escape the hypocrisy of the television industry and years of hiding her faith for the convenience of other people. Edward Wolverton may be hot, smart, and funny—but he’s also two steps out of rehab with a self-proclaimed allergy to Christianity.
But after a club night turns violent, Bea loses her sense of self while Eddie teeters on the edge of relapse. Their connection to each other is the only certainty. To be together, each will have to let go of past pain and have faith in a love that never fades.
Off Script is an uncommon story of the power of love and resilience to bring people together in a society that does its best to tear them apart.
Liv Bartlet is the pseudonym for writing partners Becca McCulloch and Sarah McKnight, who have been building worlds and telling stories together for more than a decade. They’ve logged hours of behind-the-scenes movie and TV footage and challenged each other in a friendly Oscar guessing game every year this millennium. Lifelong Anglophiles, their Monkey & Me world sprang to vivid life on a trip to London that included divine pastries, sublime art, and a spectacular pratfall in the British Museum.
Becca is a professor, a scientist, and a secret romantic who insisted their first order of business in London was a meandering five-mile walk to see Big Ben. She lives with her husband, children, and an ever-expanding roster of pets in Logan, Utah.
Sarah is an Army brat, an Excel geek, and has a lot of opinions on the differences between science fiction and fantasy. She lives with her cat, Sir Jack—who is featured prominently on Liv’s Instagram —just outside Salt Lake City.
Top Ten List
Our Top 10 Favorite Romances
- Elizabeth and Darcy (Pride & Prejudice)
- Ross and Demelza (Poldark)
- Mulder and Scully (X-Files)
- Claire and Jaime (Outlander)
- Damon and Elena (Vampire Diaries)
- Crichton and Aeryn (Farscape)
- Josh and Donna (The West Wing)
- Perry and Beloved (unpublished work by my CP)
- Elizabeth and Ian (Almost Heaven)
- Jane and Michael (Jane, the Virgin)
I deplane in a haze and make my way to the train. The familiarity clangs against the strangeness of the summer. When I travelled away from Vancouver, Eddie was with Siena, Kat was still my best friend, and I was the consummate professional. In four short months, I’ve lost Kat and could be fired for kissing Eddie—not that I will, because our set is plagued by scandal. My indiscretion is a drop in the bucket of possible sexual harassment.
Thankfully, he’s no more likely to confess to snogging a Mormon than I am to kissing the talent. Thank heavens that’s all I did. Score one for so-called antiquated beliefs about sex and marriage. I may not be the classic Mormon girl, but I’ve held onto some pieces of myself, including virginity.
On the train, Vancouver cityscapes give way to dense trees. When I shake off my funk and power up my phone, it dings like I’ve won a jackpot in Vegas. Most messages are from Josh and a few are from my assistant, Lizzie. Then there’s a very long one from my mom.
Hey baby girl, remember to let me know when you arrive in Vancouver. I know things have been tough this summer, but try to see this as your start-over moment. It’s been hard to watch you live in pieces.
My mom has this way of saying all the things I can’t. I’ve been living in so many pieces that I couldn’t tell anyone what picture the puzzle forms anymore. The more Kat defined what was acceptable, the more I sectioned my personality. At twenty-eight, I know less about who I am than I did at nineteen.
Eddie’s disgust at learning my religion flits through memory. My faith is a closely-guarded secret for a dozen reasons that probably don’t make sense to anyone but me. Cowardly, perhaps, but sometimes bravery only leads to pain. Life was smoother the less I challenged Kat’s distaste of religion and smoothest if I said nothing and did little that spoke of my Mormon side. I’m not sure if I still qualify as Mormon. I’m never quite Mormon enough for the religious elite but I’m way too Mormon for the non-religious.