Readers of Emma Chase are sure to fall for bestselling author Cassie Mae’s All About Love series! In No Interest in Love, Hollywood’s hottest young actor hits the road to chase his big break—and discovers a leading lady where he least expected.
When Jace Carver snags a minor part in his buddy’s zombie flick, he suddenly starts getting noticed all over the place. Even Hollywood megastar Carletta Ocean—known for her extensive “research” with her male co-stars—wants Jace for her new rom-com. The role could be a game-changer . . . if Jace nails the audition.
As Jace’s agent, Shaylene Kwak is all business, and isn’t about to let her favorite client blow this opportunity. Since their college years, Shay has been immune to Jace’s charm and rock-hard body. But long hours in close company have a way of wearing down even the best defenses, and when their platonic teasing turns into serious flirting, Jace and Shay are no longer able to resist what’s been right in front of them the entire time.
Shay knows Jace’s love-’em-and-leave-’em history with women. She’s not about to be just another notch in his belt. And it’s true, Jace has never wanted more than a one-night stand—until now. But at the end of the line, he’s got a choice: sleep with Carletta and seal the deal, or risk his career for a shot at true love with Shay.
Praise for No Interest in Love
“With the sassy, fun and lively No Interest in Love, Cassie Mae delivers an entertaining read.”—New York Times bestselling author Lori Wilde
“Yet another winner from Cassie Mae! Sexy, sweet, and wonderfully clever, No Interest In Love solidifies her spot on my auto-buy list!”—USA Today bestselling author Lauren Layne
“Endearing . . . [Jace and Shay] will win readers’ hearts. Mae’s use of slapstick and popular culture makes this one stand out.”—Library Journal (starred review)
“Satisfying . . . The expansive relationship between Jace and Shay draws on the best elements of . . . romantic comedies.”—Publishers Weekly
“With the combination of Cassie Mae’s voice, a hero you just want to tackle-hug, and all the emotions stirred by No Interest in Love, I completely fell in love with this story!”—Cecy Robson, award-winning author of Once Kissed
“Featuring a fun road trip full of hot sex, great laughs, and an unconventional romance that will leave you sighing, No Interest in Love is a heartfelt and hilarious read!”—Christi Barth, author of Risking It All
“A fun, flirty, friends-to-lovers romance that will leave you sighing with delight.”—Beth Yarnall, author of Vindicate
“If Cassie Mae’s books are all as good as this one, I’m going to be in reader’s heaven going through her catalog.”—The Romance Factor
“I really did enjoy this book and would recommend it to others. I believe any romance fan would enjoy it.”—Platypire Reviews
“Cassie Mae is just one of those authors whose next book I’m going to read. Period.”—The Character Therapist
“For those of you who don’t know, I love Cassie Mae and her stories. I love her romances. I love her characters, and the plots. So, it’s really no surprise that I quite enjoyed No Interest in Love.”—The Book Babe’s Reads
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No Interest in Love
An All About Love Novel
By Cassie Mae
Random HouseCopyright © 2015 Cassie Mae
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I was fifteen years old when I told myself I wanted to become an actor. I'd just gotten my ass kicked by Sonya Lopez's older brother because I'd stood her up. And, yeah, I probably deserved it. I fawned over that girl, took two years to get the courage to ask her out, did all that girly shit by writing her name anywhere I could (well, practicing writing her name. Took me a few months to get all the letters in the right place). I used to find excuses to talk to her, a lot of times relying on her help to read something in the daily reading assignment in English. I had a specialist in the room, but I wanted Sonya's help. (Dyslexia's a bitch.)
I daresay that I was in love at fifteen, or whatever the version of "in love at fifteen" is. Then I overheard her in a conversation with her friends the day of the date, and to this day I remember it perfectly.
"You want to hang tonight?" her friend asked. (Yeah, it's been ten years so I don't remember her name, just that she had really big front teeth.)
Sonya shook her head. "I'm hanging out with Jace Carver." And I was about to do the most confident thing I've ever done and wrap my arms around her waist in front of everybody, but the next words out of her mouth stopped my feet. "Not really hanging out, though. I mean, he probably just wants me to help him read something again." And they all laughed and giggled and my fifteen-year-old heart snapped in half and fell in an embarrassed pile on the floor. I left it there in the hallway; I bet the high school kids now can still see it lying there.
So I stood her up, her brother pummeled my face in (I wasn't as bulked up as I am now, poor fifteen-year-old me), and I ended up camping out in my basement, avoiding Grandma as much as I could because no way in hell could she see me for at least a week. I turned on to How I Met Your Mother, and the particular episode playing, "The Playbook," became the foundation to my life's goals.
See, I was a scrawny teenager who couldn't read and so I was an asshole to everyone because they couldn't possibly understand. After seeing that episode, I started jotting down my own Playbook — a list of "characters" I can choose to be whenever the hell I want. I was the smart nerd one day, a football player the next, the mysterious artistic dude or the obnoxious clown. My life became a movie, and everyone in it became actors in a script with constant plot twists. Instead of Mr. Scrawny Extra, I became Mr. Kickass Lead. I even have a bio for myself.
Character bio: Jace Carver (aka: Mr. Kickass Lead)
Talented, witty, and most important, hilarious guy who doesn't get suckered into that silly little thing called love. After testing out his many personalities, he's settled on the Goofball Player. Good in the sack and surprisingly rich.
I'm still working on that last one. Right now, in fact.
"Oh dear Lord," Shay says when I open the door of our hotel room we have to share for the night. "It smells like ass in here."
She wrinkles her tiny nose, pushing her red old-lady glasses up as she peers inside, but doesn't move. I inhale deeply, noticing the assy scent, but even that can't wipe the smile from my face.
Because I'm getting laid by the end of the week.
"I call the left one," I say, dragging my carry-on bag across the room and claiming the bed by the window. The hotel room isn't much, but it was this or a motel, and that one letter makes a whole lot of difference.
"That's the one I want," she says.
I knew she'd argue with me. Enter in Shay ...
Character bio: Shaylene Kwak (aka: Agent from Hell; aka: Buzzkill; aka: Miss Very Unlikely Love Interest.)
An organized, short, and oddly-dressed Korean girl. She can dish out as much shit as she can take. Fun to mess around with, but not in the sheets.
I tilt an eyebrow at her suggestively. I'm already pushing my shoes off with my toes. "We can share. I don't mind."
Her tiny nose wrinkles again. "How did I know that would be your response?"
She plops her giant purse on the right-hand bed and blows out a large sigh. Shaking my head, I grab it by the strap and set it on the bed I clearly called dibs on.
"You can have it. I don't want your mood to affect my buzz."
She crosses her arms over her high-collared blue shirt. Shay's always tried to give off that she's commanding and intimidating when really it's hilarious as hell.
"How can you be happy right now? Our flight was delayed. We should be in Alabama schmoozing up to Carletta and the casting director."
Ah ... Carletta. That's why I'm happy right now.
Carletta Ocean is famous, and not just for her acting. Rumor has it that she sleeps with every actor who plays opposite her, but just while shooting. She said in an interview once that it "helps create authentic chemistry." Then, after however many months, it's done. Clean-cut, no-mess sexual arrangement.
Those lucky bastards.
See, I haven't been able to score with a woman in over ... ah, hell, I don't even like to think about it. Let's just say it's the driest of spells. It's like the sandman has crash-landed in my shorts, and he's taking forever to recover. That's a plot twist I'm trying to straighten out. Damn screenwriter thinks he's a funny guy. My balls have turned so blue, Smurfs look pale in comparison.
My last conquest, Chantal, and I slept together the whole time we shot the low-budget movie. My best buddy, Landon, got a grant from a film festival he'd won a few years before that, and he needed actors willing to work for pretty much nothing. I was for sure going to help out, but Chantal thought we should get something else out of all the hard work in case the movie didn't sell to any studios. The terms were beautiful. No one was gonna find out, and we weren't gonna keep it up when filming was over. It was the cleanest "breakup" I've ever had.
It was magnificent.
And Shay, my brilliant — yet pain-in-the-ass — agent, landed me an audition for the next Carletta movie.
"Hey, the audition's not till Friday," I say, plopping down on the bed closest to the door. I tuck my hands under my head. "We got time."
She dives into her bag, the only luggage she packed. Her tablet catches a glare from the setting sun as she pulls it out, and it hits me right in the eyes.
"Please tell me you're not going to make me work."
Her face lights up as the screen turns on. "You can't mess this up like you did the last audition."
"That wasn't my fault."
"You mooned the casting director."
"He wanted a butt double! What kind of messed-up shit is that?" I flip around. "Look at this ass. It's glorious."
She pushes her lips together, holding back her laugh. Her eyes are definitely checking out my ass, but she neither confirms nor denies its glory.
"I'm going to see if the front desk can print out the script." She tries to shove the tablet into her back pocket but it doesn't fit. So she leaves quickly ... probably so I don't have the chance to make fun of her for trying to fit a square peg in a round hole.
As soon as the door clicks behind her, I reach over and mash the remote till it hits something worth watching. The TV is always on no matter where I am. I call it research even though my friends call it laziness.
Neil Patrick Harris is first up on the entertainment news of the day, and I toast with my coffee mug to the acting god himself. It's because of his genius character on How I Met Your Mother that I strive for my life to be legen ... wait for it ... dary.
Along with The Playbook, I've taken what I call the "Stinson Approach" for all decisions. Quick background: Barney Stinson is a character on that brilliant show who achieved the thing I didn't know was possible. He went through his entire life sleeping around, different woman every night, rarely the same woman twice, and was easily the happiest character on the show. It's because of his elaborate schemes that I majored in acting.
My life might not be legendary yet. But it will be. I think I'm almost at that place where I can really embrace my inner Barney Stinson. See, Barney has one thing going for him that I don't.
Struggling actor = broke.
Broke = less women.
Less women = can't be picky.
So I thought that when I caught my big break, the women would flock to the cash flow. Then I realized that there was no cash flow, and what little I did make from the small-screen movie went straight into Grandma's bank account for the house I'm trying to buy her.
The brunette hosting on-screen switches topics, and I sit up at the mention of Carletta.
"Turns out Carletta Ocean's new film might be delayed, costing the studio a large sum of money. Up-and-coming actor Ian Ritter walked off set and away from his leading role playing opposite Carletta after a heated argument about the cat she kept on set. Ian's highly allergic, and when Carletta refused to keep the feline in her trailer, Ian hit the road. Now producers are searching the globe for a leading man. The only qualification they seem to be looking for came from screenwriter and producer Killion Jacobs, who says, 'He better be comfortable with partial nudity.' Whether he's talking about in the film or behind the scenes is another question."
"Oh, I'm comfortable with it," I tell the TV, grinning like a buffoon and grateful Shay has left the room. The brunette keeps talking about how open auditions will be held in Alabama next week, but she's gotta check her sources. Because Shay called up the casting director this morning, sent in one of my tapes from the Syfy movie I was the lead in, The Walking Stiff. Not three hours later, Carletta was inviting me to an exclusive screen test. Not even a read first. Hells yeah.
"Prepare yourself, boys," I say to the Smurfs out loud because I'm just that damn happy. "You're in for a color change."
Shay perches on one of the chairs by the window, red-rimmed glasses sliding from her nose. Her body is so short and small, she can fit a leg under her and plant the other on the edge so she can rest her coffee on her knee. Her mouth is moving, muttering Korean unintelligibles under her breath. She has a frantic look as she moves things around on her schedule, her black hair pushed up into a messy bun that's held together only by pens and pencils. She did that in school, too.
"Yeah ... if you're gonna do boring shit, I'm leaving."
"Well, I love you too," Shay says — it's our shared sarcastic phrase — then waves me toward the door. I grab my swim trunks, since I've got about half an hour before the pool closes, change in the bathroom, and head out. Shay doesn't look up from her tablet once.
The indoor pool has wall-to-wall glass windows, and since it's raining, the fog from the heated water makes it impossible to see outside. There are three other people there: a couple who are not afraid of public displays of affection — and have bright, shiny rings on their left hands — and an old lady who looks dead in the hot tub. I stare at her for longer than is considered normal to make sure she's breathing. Is she breathing? The couple doesn't seem to notice, but they are kind of groping each other. I ease forward a step and the old lady's mouth drops open and she lets out an enormous groan, making me just back with a laugh. Good ... I don't remember what the proper mouth-to-mouth etiquette is.
I slip into the shallow end and start a lap because if I don't do something I'm just the creepy twenty-five-year-old guy hanging out in the pool with the honeymooners.
When I pop out of the water after two or three goes, I wipe my face off and notice the redheaded female honeymooner staring at me. I dart my gaze somewhere else, but there's nowhere to look other than at the old lady in the hot tub, who would still look dead if she wasn't groaning like a mutated Budweiser frog every few seconds. I consider hoisting myself out and heading back upstairs, but given the choice between here and the room, I'll take awkwardness with the newly married redhead over listening to Shay nag me about the dos and don'ts of screen tests.
"An ass double, psh," I whisper to myself, squirting water across the pool with my hands. The redhead's stare is burning a hole into my temple. Yeah, I'm talking to myself, but didn't anyone ever tell her only to stare if she's flirting? Lady, your husband is right there. And I'm only interested in ménages of the 2:1 girl ratio. Call me a prude.
I dive back under the water and swim two more laps, but since I'm more or less doggy-paddling, I stop and float, until a splash across my face sends me upright, and I run my hand over my eyes before opening them to the couple.
"Dude, what the hell?" I ask the guy, who obviously sent water my way to get my attention. He smiles and jerks his head toward his girl.
"Sorry. Settle an argument for us?"
I raise an eyebrow, considering just leaving the pool in case the dude is some psycho sent to get me right before I catch my big break.
"Are you an actor?" the redhead (aka: Miss Staring Married Woman I Should Not Be Checking Out) asks.
My neck jerks back a little in surprise. "Uh ... yeah."
She turns to her husband. "Told you." Then she swims to the edge of the pool and hoists herself out. It takes me five seconds before I realize I'm checking out this guy's wife's ass right in front of him. Man, what did I just tell myself not to do? Come on, Jace, you've got one day and you'll be with Carletta Ocean, pinking up these balls. You can make it.
"We caught The Walking Stiff last night," the dude says, not fazed by my wandering eyes. "Hilarious stuff, man."
"Oh ... yeah, thanks."
"You do autographs?"
A smile tilts my lips. I've never been asked for one before. The dude nods at his wife, and I check her out again while she towels off her chest. It's an involuntary twitch caused by Sandman Pants.
I clear my throat and force myself to look at the dude. "Uh, hell yeah, I do autographs. You got a pen?"
He laughs and calls out, "Hey Linds, go see if they have Sharpies at the front desk!" She nods, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she hurries off.
"Sorry, first time we've met a celebrity," the guy says, then pushes himself up on the edge of the pool.
"I was on the Syfy network," I say with a chuckle, pulling myself up to sit next to him, keeping quite a bit of distance between us. "Not really anything to freak out about."
"I don't know." He stares at the foggy glass wall. "Most of the acting on that channel is ... well ..."
He makes a face, and I laugh, coughing a bit from the chlorine in the air.
"You were better, though," he adds.
"Good to hear." Though the acting was supposed to be a bit exaggerated.
"I'm Travis, by the way," he says, extending his hand. I grab it and shake hard.
"Jace ... on. Jason."
"That your real name or did you change it?"
I smirk at the water. "Yeah, I'm still getting used to it." Good thing he reminded me. I would've signed the name that's not going to be famous.
A tremor rolls through my arm, making my right hand shake against my leg. Damn it. The anxiety before writing (or reading) anything is premature this time. I grip the edge of the pool to steady it.
"Dig your ink," he says, nodding to the Wolverine tat on my ribs. "You get it done here in LA?"
I grin, silently thanking the Screenwriter of the Universe for a distraction. "New York. Freshman year of college. Needs a touch-up."
"Been thinking of getting one, but the artists I can afford kind of suck. So I'm waiting on it."
"Smart. My bud Landon has a tat on his ass from one of those 'artists.' He keeps talking about getting it removed."
He laughs, and "Linds" comes back, nearly dry everywhere but her hair and bikini. She bites her lip and kneels between us at the edge of the pool. Travis puts his hand on her shoulder.
"Just your name is okay, if you don't mind," she says, setting the Sharpie in my hand. I wait for a shirt or a pad of paper or something to sign, but she pushes her chest at me, and I laugh as I raise an eyebrow to Travis. He waves his hand, like, "Go for it."
I bite the cap off the marker and shake my hand out. I've practiced signing my stage name for when this happens. Since I was fifteen, actually. It's in the edges of The Playbook. I've signed it with my right hand, my left hand, attempted it with my toes. I closed my eyes, wrote it upside down, and then about a hundred times in a row. No big deal. I can write eleven letters in order — though I've never done it on skin before.
The redhead coughs quietly, and I flick my gaze up at her soft and shy smile. Don't think I could ask for a better specimen to take away my autograph virginity. Swallowing hard, I settle my hand on the upper curve of this woman's freckled and blushed boob, and start the J. It faces the right direction. And so does the a and the s and so on.
I got this.
Everything's coming up Jace today.
The second I get back to the room, I blurt out, "Someone had me sign her ches —"
But Shay's not there. And after a few seconds the sound of the shower registers in my ears. It's just as well. I'm not sure she'd appreciate the taste of fame I just experienced via a magnificent breast. Though she may voice her enthusiasm for me spelling my stage name right on the first try.
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Jace had dyslexia, so reading was very hard for him, but as a teenager he had decided he wanted to be an actor. Shay was Jace's agent. The story and plot was ok, just a little out there. It seemed to drag at times but the characters themselves were good. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
*ARC received from Random House Publishing in return for an honest review* I really enjoyed this book. It's written almost entirely from the viewpoint of Jace, an actor who has a chance to break into the big time. He's on a road trip from hell with his agent/friend, Shay. She has gotten him the biggest audition of his career so far, and with no money, no phone, and no car, it will be a miracle if they arrive in time. Over the course of their adventure, Jace, who is a one night only kind of man is suddenly seeing Shay with new eyes. The only problem is Shay isn't a one night kind of girl. This is a funny yet sweet romance and I loved the epilogue, which is told from Shay's point of view. This book is well worth a read.
Who says mixing business and pleasure can't be fun? Friends to lovers stories are commonplace in the world of romantic fiction. I have read a number of these type of stories because they are my favorite romance reads. No Interest In Love by Cassie Mae is a wake up call in more ways than one. Ms. Mae through fresh eyes tackles falling in love with comedic accuracy, flaws and all. Cassie Mae is a great author. I enjoy her take on relationships. She examines the idiosyncrasies that make us all unique and how they influence the inner workings of love. Have never come across such that before. That is what makes her stories such a joy to read. I received a copy of No Interest In Love in exchange for an honest review
2 stars Going to keep this short and sweet, No Interest in Love just wasn't for me. I struggled with both Jace and Shay's characters and failed to connect with either one. I loved Doing It For Love the first book in the All About Love series, I can honestly say it was one of my fav reads for 2015, makes me sad that I didn't get the same happy feels with this book.
This is my first Cassie Mae book and I loved it! I definitely wasn't expecting it to be so full of fun and hilarious scenes with two unforgettable characters. I don't think I've ever read a book with a road trip quite like this one, our main characters Jace and Shay have amazing chemistry even if they deny it and fight it, the give and take, the bickering, the intense moments! Oh I loved it all! Our journey begins when Jace and Shay are unable to get to the airport to catch a plane to Alabama, where Jace has an audition for a romantic movie, they both need the audition, Jace wants to consolidate his career and Shay as his agent wants to get respect from her peers. Things start to go wrong from the get go, the embark on this road trip to try to get to the nearest airport with good weather and from there on out is an entire week of fatalities and hilarious moments between the two. The sexual tension is always there and always ignored which makes the book fell really fast, because your reading about all the funny moments and also craving for moments between Jace and Shay. Fun, lighthearted, fast and very romantic book, I highly recommended it and I'm absolutely reading more from Cassie Mae.
Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for a copy of this book! This book was about Shay and Jace. He's a party animal, to say the least. He's also a up and coming movie star, who definitely is not an "A" lister! His agent gets him a screening with a well know actress and he just knows this is it!! His big chance!. Shay has know Jace since college. You have to read this to find out the embarrassing way!! She's now an agent and Jace is her client. Can these two work together? I did enjoy this book and it was a fairly quick read!!
*3.5 stars* After reading All About Love I was so looking forward to this one. Unfortunately it didn't live up to my expectations. I thought Jace and Shaylene were both great characters but I also think so much more could have been done with their story. The book is filled with humor and funny situations and it's very well written so if you're looking for a light funny read with nothing too deep in the storyline you may like this one. It just wasn't for me.
This is the 2nd book in the All About Love series. This book can be read as a standalone, however, it is so much more when read in the order the author intended. Jace and Shaylene meet in college. She is driven, outspoken, and feisty. He is a party guy, player and wants to be an actor. Shay knows she has to get Jace to the audition on Friday. She does not want to lose her job, but she has no control over all the bad karma that is happening to her this week. Shay also has to find a way to keep herself from being attracted to Jace. Jace, wants to live the life of a player, or so he thinks. He cannot stop himself from being attracted and wanting more from his friendship with his agent. Shay just flat out does it for him. What will he do? This was such a fun and unexpected read. I knew I would laugh, I just did not know how much. I loved the sweet and sexy times. The banter is amazing, and the friendship is so much more. Definitely a keeper. ***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley.com and its publisher for review purposes only.