Feisty New Yorker Kimberly Long runs the most popular chick lit book blog on the web and loves playing house with her sexy lawyer boyfriend, Nicholas. She’s even taken desperate measures to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a published author: asking for advice from up-and-coming chick lit author, Hannah Marshak, her high school nemesis and resident “mean girl.”
As if Kim doesn’t have enough on her plate balancing her secretarial duties with her blog, Pastel is the New Black, shrugging off the growing pile of agent rejections, and keeping her best friend from turning green over Kim’s budding friendship with Hannah, Nicholas is so blinded by his career ambitions, he doesn’t see that their home sweet home could use more than a dash of sugar.
This is the year when all of Kim’s dreams—professional and romantic—are supposed to come true, but will her story have a happily ever after or will Kim end up unpublished and all alone?
“A great chick lit book: a strong and confident heroine, a sexy boyfriend you can crush on, supportive friends, and plenty of conflict leading to comical results, culminating in a very satisfying ending.” —Erin Brady, bestselling author of The Shopping Swap
“Impossible to put down, has the perfect blend of humor, and is such an amazing sequel to Blogger Girl.” —Book Mama Blog
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To: KimMLong@gmail.com From: Libby_Knox@Knoxliterary.com Subject: Re: Query — A Blogger's Life
Dear Ms. Long,
Thank you for your interest in Knox Literary. While I found the premise of A Blogger's Life interesting, I'm afraid I wasn't sufficiently intrigued to ask for more at this time. Because this business is so subjective, and opinions vary widely, we encourage you to query other agents.
After all, it only takes one.
Best of luck on your journey to publication.
Libby Knox Knox Literary
I let out a deflated sigh before resting my head on my boyfriend Nicholas's shoulder. It was a Sunday afternoon in early December, and after a late lunch, we had come back to my place to watch television. Well, I was watching television — a romantic movie on the Hallmark Channel. Nicholas was doing work. As the in-house attorney for a cosmetics company, he often took work home with him.
Nicholas stopped typing furiously on his laptop. "What's the matter, Kimmie?"
With my eyes closed, I responded, "I got another rejection from an agent." Making it fourteen total for my chick lit novel, A Blogger's Life. When I gathered the courage to write a novel — a complete manuscript with a beginning, middle, and an end, as opposed to a partial story that I shoved in the back of my closet unfinished — I knew the journey to publication would be difficult. Now, I was thinking "impossible" was a more befitting adjective.
Giving my hand a gentle squeeze, Nicholas said, "I'm sorry."
I opened my eyes and sat up. "Me too."
"It's just one agent. Did you know Kathryn Stockett received sixty rejections of The Help before she got an agent?"
I jerked my head back in surprise. "I did know that. How did you know that?"
Nicholas smiled. "I did some research after your last rejection."
I kissed his cheek and ran my palm up against his ever-present five o'clock shadow. "How nice of you."
"I'm a nice guy." Nicholas paused for a beat. "For a player, that is."
When I first met Nicholas a little over a year ago, he was an attorney at the New York City firm where I work as a legal secretary. He was single, successful, hot, and flirtatious. Naturally, I assumed he was a player when we first hooked up. Either that, or out of my league. What would someone with his credentials want with me — a measly legal secretary with a nice rack? When Nicholas gently suggested my dreams might extend beyond book blogging to book writing, I worried maybe he was the one who wanted me to be a writer so I would be "good enough" to hang with all of his successful friends. I was blinded by my insecurity, but after some soul-searching, I concluded he was right, and I was wrong — something he enjoyed reminding me of on a regular basis. It had been almost six months since our reconciliation, and sometimes I still had to pinch myself to confirm that the guy I adored — the one who not only caused my knees to go weak and the butterflies to dance in my belly whenever he touched me, but also made me laugh and encouraged my dream to be a published author — was equally crazy about me. I was in love big time, but too chicken to be the first to say the words.
I playfully punched his arm. "Are you ever gonna let that go?"
Nicholas flashed me a sexy grin. "Not likely."
I shook my head in mock annoyance. Inching closer to him on my loveseat, I draped one of my legs over his and sighed. "Maybe I should have tried to publish Read My Mind first." A Blogger's Life was technically my second novel. I had given up writing Read My Mind in high school only to pick it up and finally finish it ten years later. Although Read My Mind was the novel that qualified me as a "finisher," I ultimately decided to shelve it and pursue A Blogger's Life instead.
Crinkling his brow, Nicholas asked, "I thought you said this one was much better."
Rubbing the opal pendant on my necklace, I said, "Do you not think so?"
Nicholas shook his head. "I can't say. I haven't started reading it yet." Probably noticing my face drop, he added, "I promise I will soon."
"It is better, but apparently, chick lit is dead among traditional publishers unless you're an established author in the genre. Young adult paranormal, on the other hand, is hot."
"Considering how many fans Pastel Is the New Black has, I'd say chick lit is pretty hot too." Patting my knee, he added, "Almost as hot as its founder."
Nicholas was correct that my book blog, Pastel Is the New Black, had thousands of followers. Unfortunately for me, none of those fans were literary agents, as far as I knew. "Why couldn't I have written A Blogger's Life ten years ago when chick lit was on fire?" I whined. Considering I didn't even know what a blog was when I was nineteen, it was a rhetorical question.
"It is what it is, Kimmie." Nicholas ran one hand along my thigh and then slowly up to the zipper on my black skinny jeans. "Anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked.
"You can try, but it will be hard."
Placing my hand over his crotch, he said, "It's very hard, but you're worth it."
There was nothing I wanted more — besides an offer for agent representation — than to get down and dirty with Nicholas right then and there, but I was so behind on book reviews for my blog. I also wanted to make some revisions to my agent query letter based on suggestions from one of my author friends. And I knew Nicholas was swamped too. I decided a compromise was in order. "How about we do it in an hour?"
Nicholas frowned and tugged at my zipper. "But I want to do it now," he said, adopting the bratty entitled voice of Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
Sliding away from him, I said, "It's called delayed gratification. You should try it."
Nicholas got up from the couch and stood in front of me. Extending his hand, he said, "You don't want to make my brown eyes blue. Do you, Kimmie?" He frowned, drawing my eyes to his full and completely bitable lower lip.
I couldn't help but smile. "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" had become "our" song the night we got back together. I sang it to him at karaoke in a grand gesture when my two best friends, Bridget and Caroline, dared me to stop moping about and write my own happy ending.
I reached for Nicholas's hand and allowed him to pull me to a standing position. "I don't want anything of yours to be blue," I said as my eyes dropped down to his groin.
Leading me to my bedroom, he said, "That makes two of us."
As promised, Nicholas made me feel better. He had mad skills. But even as I writhed in ecstasy beneath him, I wondered if my fifteenth rejection letter had already landed in my inbox.
"Can I tell you how much I hate the commute downtown from here?" Nicholas asked later that night. He was sitting on the edge of my queen-sized bed and stood up to pull his jeans over his hips.
I gazed at his lean but muscular chest and reached forward to run my pointer finger up and down the happy trail of dark hair that extended from his belly to the button of his jeans. "Why don't you stay over?" I might have been preoccupied with catching up on my blog a few hours ago, but now I just wanted more Nicholas.
"I don't have work clothes here, so I can either go home now or stay and stop at my place before work first thing tomorrow." Crinkling his nose, he added, "But the thought of getting up extra early to go downtown just to go back to midtown is not at all appealing." He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "Sorry, Kimmie."
I reclined against my headboard and sighed. "I suppose I'll do some reading. The exciting life of a book blogger."
Nicholas narrowed his eyes at me. "You love reading."
"Not as much as I love ..." You. Not as much as I love you. " ... spending the entire night with you."
"Then why don't you move in with me?"
I sat upright. "Wha-what?" My heart was beating rapidly, and I wasn't sure if it was due to excitement about possibly cohabitating with Nicholas or terror at possibly cohabitating with Nicholas. What would my parents say? I was almost thirty, and my younger sister was already married. They wouldn't say anything.
His brown eyes probing mine, Nicholas said, "Just think about it, Kimmie. We spend several nights a week at each other's apartments anyway, and mine is more spacious. Why pay the extra rent?"
I gaped at him, still in a semi state of shock. "Isn't it too soon?"
Nicholas shrugged and ran a hand through his short dark hair. "Later this month will be six months we've been dating. Would be longer if you weren't such a stubborn brat."
I opened my mouth to protest, but he put his finger to my lips and smiled. "Joking." Nicholas sat on the bed and kissed the top of my head. "I've been thinking about us moving in together for a while."
"You have?" This was news to me, albeit good news.
Nicholas nodded. "Unless you're not taking this relationship seriously." With a straight face, he went on to repeat verbatim what I said to him after the first time we had sex. "I'm not looking for a friends-with-benefits situation." And yes, I'm aware I should have mentioned that before getting naked with him.
I jabbed his elbow with mine. "Okay, I'll give it some thought."
While Nicholas continued getting dressed, I began thinking out loud. "My lease is up next month, so the timing is good. It would be weird living so far away from Bridget, but since Jonathan moved into her apartment, I don't see her as much anyway. At least your place is close to the subway, and the Village is hipper than the Upper East Side with more coffee shops for me to write —"
Chuckling, Nicholas said, "You keep thinking about it, Kimmie." He bent down and twirled a strand of my long, light brown hair around his finger. "I'll text you when I get home."
"Sounds good," I said. As I followed him to my front door, I visualized his apartment, already mentally redecorating it with splashes of femininity. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy-toes to give him a real kiss goodbye. At four foot eleven, I was still significantly shorter than Nicholas, who was also somewhat vertically challenged (but hot) at five foot seven. "Get home safely."
"I will, Kimmie Long." He gazed into my eyes for a moment and then gave me a soft smile. "I love you."
Before I could digest the magnitude of those three words — words we had yet to exchange in the entirety of our relationship — he turned his back on me and jogged down the two flights of stairs to the ground floor of my building, whistling to the tune of "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue."
"I love you too," I whispered to the air before closing my front door and leaning against it with a huge smile on my face.
He loved me. I couldn't wait to tell Bridget.CHAPTER 2
I rolled my eyes. I hated when Rob, my boss and prominent senior partner at the law firm where I worked, shouted to me from his office instead of calling me on the phone or simply walking to my cubicle right outside his door. I was convinced he did it on purpose to piss me off. I had worked for him at our current firm for just under a year and for nearly two years at our previous one. We secretly loved each other (in a totally non-scuzzy way), but publicly bickered nonstop because it was fun and because our colleagues enjoyed the show. I put my office phone on speaker and dialed his extension. "Yes, Boss Man?"
"Can you please come in here?"
"Of course." When I entered Rob's office, legal pad in hand, I noticed Daneen, Rob's junior associate, sitting on the other side of his desk in his guest chair. Rob's legal team comprised David (the paralegal), Daneen, and Lucy (another attorney). Although the rest of them also considered me a member of what Rob liked to call "the squad," to Daneen I was "just the secretary."
She angled her lanky body in my direction and gave me a phony smile, all the while not so subtly looking me up and down. I was wearing a Diane von Furstenberg black wrap dress with bright red pumps. I wouldn't have scraped together three hundred and twenty-five dollars for the dress if it wasn't flattering, and I stood up straighter in a show of confidence.
After returning her fake grin, I turned to Rob. "You beckoned?"
Rob nodded. "And it only took you half a lifetime to get here. Lost in a book, I assume? What's this one called, Surrender to Love, Hearts and Flowers, or some other corny romantic title?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I was revising your bills for the month. And I don't read that mushy stuff, and you know it." Most of the time. I was kind of digging some of the recent new adult titles, and they were definitely steamy, if not mushy.
"Yes, we all know your taste in literature is far more intellectual." Daneen snorted at her own attempt at humor while I glared at her.
Rob cleared his throat. "Can you please show Daneen the exhibit chart you created for the Orange Essence case?"
The Orange Essence case involved a dispute over a perfume scent. Normally, I went through the motions of my job without giving the details much thought, but since we were representing Nicholas's company, the plaintiff in the case, I gave it tender loving care. "Sure thing. Now?"
"If you can fit it into your busy schedule, then yes," he said, his dark-blue eyes twinkling under full brows.
A witty comeback at the ready, but knowing we could go all day, I motioned for Daneen to follow me to my desk. I sat down while she hovered over my chair, her head so close to mine I could smell the spearmint flavor of her gum over stale coffee breath. Locating the document on my computer, I said, "Am I just showing you the chart, or do you need me to email it to you too?"
"Rob said Nicholas will be sending more materials that will be added, but I want to see what we have so far. If you don't know to what the exhibit names correspond, don't worry about it. I'm sure I can figure it out or ask David."
I turned around to face her and smiled sweetly. "I know to what the exhibit names correspond," I said, mimicking her proper speech pattern. God forbid she end a sentence in a preposition, even in casual speech. "David and I have been going through the various materials together." I slid my chair back to give her better access to my screen. "And here it is."
"Impressive," she said. As her hazel eyes scanned the Excel chart, she tapped a finger along her narrow and, in my opinion after careful scrutiny, slightly long nose. "So, Nicholas tells me you're submitting your novel to agents."
My mouth fell open in surprise that Nicholas would share something so personal about me with Daneen, a woman he knew I hated. Not only was her crush on Nicholas beyond obvious to both of us, but his tendency to downplay her treatment of me like an intellectually challenged indentured servant, rather than have my back, was another contributing factor to our earlier breakup.
"That is correct," I said. Hoping to subtly change the subject, I pointed at the computer monitor. "The chart is organized with the oldest evidence first."
Daneen glanced at the screen briefly and nodded. Frowning at me, she said, "He mentioned you hadn't received any offers yet."
I was going to kill him. Or withhold blow jobs for a month. At least.
"But I think it's great you're putting yourself out there like that. You do know the average quality agent signs two, maybe three, new clients a year?"
From the look of pity on her face, I gathered she was not confident I would make the cut. Dryly, I responded, "I had no idea you were so knowledgeable about the publishing process." I pressed my lips together to avoid asking her the last time she shit herself while having sex — the one piece of dirt I'd managed to dig up on her. Although I dangled my knowledge of Daneen's "most embarrassing moment" in her face once in an attempt to get her off my back, I didn't have it in me to actually use the juicy gossip against her. A change of topic was in order. Hopefully one that would wipe the smug expression off her face. "Did Nicholas also tell you we were moving in together?" I hadn't technically given Nicholas my answer yet, but living with the man of my dreams was an offer I knew I couldn't refuse. When Daneen's eyes bugged out, I knew I'd caught her off guard.(Continues…)
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AudioBook Review Stars: Overall 4 Narration 4 Story 4 Not having read the first in this series, I didn’t lack for information as Schorr provided the background I needed without overdoing it, and allowing me to jump in to the story mid-telling. Kim has finished her book and is now in the middle of hoping every day that the mailman will bring a letter that isn’t a rejection. Things are still good with her boyfriend Nick, well, mostly good, sorta, kind of. But, aside from hearing the phrase “chick lit is dead’ repeatedly, she’s discovered that an old school nemesis is a successful author, and is planning on picking her brain. Yay. More to look forward to. The characters in this are so very palpable and real: no one totally awful or completely loveable, but a solid mix of people that Kim encounters, assuages and interacts with. Her approach and care for her blog and her responsibility to it, and her dreams for her book can resonate with many, and even in the not so wonderful moments there is a solidity and determination to Kim that keeps readers cheering her on. And, it doesn’t hurt that Nick, if not always present and accounted for, is wholly supportive and not willing to let Kim take her own successes for granted. Narration is provided by Rachel Dulude, capturing the voice and sense of a 20 something in New York, and giving Kim a solid sense of being and presence: clear enunciation and emotionally available, with just enough distinction to present other characters clearly, without morphing into an entirely different feel. Easy to follow along, with sparky wit, clever dialogue and a moments that every listener can relate to: the story is a great listen that has me wanting to listen to the first in the series. I received an AudioBook copy of the title from Tantor Audio for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
The second in a series (I think) that centers around a young woman, Kim who is a blogger and secretary who really wants to write and blog full time, but she isn't there yet. She must juggle a lot of things as well as a relationship with a lawyer who doesn't have much time himself and something is bound to suffer. As a blogger who doesn't want to be a writer, I still enjoyed this one. It was absolutely fun to hear what goes on in my own head with mounting TBRs, scheduling posts and working with people in publishing, it was fun to read something that hit so close to home! At times I wanted to pass this book out to friends and my dear husband, so they could hear what all goes into this blog of mine! I would absolutely recommend to start at book one in this series, but this is one not to miss!
Did I enjoy this book: I LOVED this book. It was a fantastic sequel to Blogger Girl, which I also loved. (You can read my review of Blogger Girl here.) It was fun, exciting, emotional. I read it every free chance I had and would have finished it in a day if I could have. Kimberly Long is still blogging at Pastel Is the New Black, and now she has finally finished her novel. All she needs to do is get it published. Easy, right? We get to experience her journey trying to secure a publisher (fingers crossed!) in Novelista Girl. She’s still with Nicholas, and their relationship has some ups and downs. There were times I wanted to tell Kim that she was being ridiculous. There were times I wanted to tell Nicholas that he need to be more present. But I loved them together. They work. You can’t help but smile at the two of them. I want to say so much more about this FABULOUS read, but I’m not going to. It is just too good, and I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. Let me just say that I laughed. I almost cried. I smiled. And I *SQUEEEEEE*d quite a few times. Just pick up a copy and read it. Trust me. Would I recommend it: Absolutely!! And be sure to read Blogger Girl as well! However, you can read Novelista Girl as a standalone. Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Great Book! This is a great book by Meredith Schorr. This book is the follow up book after the book Blogger Girl. This book can be read as a standalone, or can be read after Blogger Girl. Kimberly (Kim) Long lives in New York and runs the most popular chick lit book blog on the web. She has finally decided to follow her dream and write a book. Kim is driven to desperate measures when she seeks advice from an up and coming chick lit author, Hannah Marshak, who happens to be her high school nemesis. If you are looking for a fun book then you need to read this one. I am looking forward to reading more books by this author. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
The main character, Kim, got on my nerve a few times. However, for the most part, this was a fun and enjoyable book. The book held my interest and there were even a few laughs. There were a few times that the right people were put in their place, I especially enjoyed that. There were a few paragraphs of explicit sex (not real bad, just the usual stuff) that I skipped. Most of it was just implied. It was a couple who had just moved in together, so it was discussed quite frequently, but as I said, mostly implied. I would consider it pretty tame. For me, it was just fun entertainment and I enjoyed reading it. Of course, the best part was when the mean girls got theirs. Duh, always, ha! Thanks to Booktrope for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
I just love Meredith Schorr. Novelista Girl is the second book in the Blogger Girl Series. I reviewed The Blogger Girl here. Kimberly Long is the perfect main character for a Chick Lit series. She's fun, funny, irritated and at times a tad bitchy. I love her and I love her interactions with her friends, her boss, her boyfriend and her enemies. Meredith creates a world where not only does Kimberly have 'almost' everything she wants but she also has 'frenemies' who you don't hate! Their interactions are hilarious and so true to life. Kimberly is a Chick Lit Book Blogger (maybe that's why I love her so) and she's desperately trying to publish her own Chick Lit novel (another similarity that made me love this series) and she doesn't believe Chick Lit is dead (heck no it's not!). The realism that Meredith has written into the book concerning the sentence before this is nothing short of perfection. Clearly Meredith writes a bit from what she's seen in the Chick Lit publishing world and I for one love that. It makes the whole book so incredibly realistic. The book is definitely not short of a dream boyfriend either. Nicholas is a hot lawyer and definitely Kimmy's dream guy. He brings in a whole host of issues to the story that affect Kim as well. I love how the two of them react to different scenarios, it's never boring and at times is laugh out loud funny. I can honestly say that Meredith has become one of my favorite Chick Lit authors just from this series alone (her other books are fab too though). This series brings back the Chick Lit from 10 years ago and reminds me why I fell in love with it to begin with it. I can see Meredith falling in line with the other greats of the Chick Lit Author world and that makes my cold little heart burst with Chick Lit happiness! I read this book in a matter of hours, ignoring my kids, pets and household duties Both Novelista Girl and Blogger Girl made my top 10 of 2015 so if you haven't read them yet, what are you waiting for?! What I Loved: -Kimberly, Nicholas, Hannah and all of the characters bring such fun into this book. Whether the relationship be romance or a love/hate you'll want to read until your family is whining for dinner at 11pm. -You want to see Kimberly succeed with publishing her book! I was rooting for her since Book 1 but Book 2 really made me cheer her along. I never want to see Chick Lit die! -Nicholas is a dream book boyfriend and you definitely won't be disappointed in him. -I laughed and I can honestly say I may or may not (lol) have cried! I just love these characters What I didn't Love: -ugh.. I don't want the series to be over! I want another one! lol What I thought of the cover: -I love this cover. I may have been a tad honest with the Blogger Girl cover not being a fav of mine. I've noticed a trend in Chick Lit moving towards realistic photo covers and I for one don't love it. The heart and soul of knowing a chick lit from a regular 'women's fiction' has always been the illustrated pastel covers and I LOVE that. -This cover screams chick lit and I definitely would beeline to it in a bookstore. Well done, Meredith! My conclusion: If you love chick lit you NEED to read these books. If you are a book blogger or an aspiring chick lit author, you NEED to read these books. I just can't stress enough how amazing this story is and how much I loved these! These are books I will buy in paperback just to add to my collection with all the other grea
I couldn't be more excited about Novelista Girl if I tried! The only thing that makes me sad is that I finished it! I secretly hope that there is a 3rd book in the series in the works! I have said it before and I will say it again - I see some little similarities between myself and Kim and who knows, maybe that's why I love it as much as I do! I am a paralegal in a law firm in the city by day and a chick lit book blogger by night! We are also similar in that I read and work on my blog during the day as well! Shhh don't tell my boss! LOL I am so happy that Kim and Nick are still the same perfect couple that they always were, OK, maybe perfect is the wrong word to use. No one is perfect, but I love them just the same! Their story take many crazy turns. One for the books is the arrogant Daneen, yes she's still in the picture! Will this woman ever enjoy her life and stop butting into Kim's and Nick's? Or will she go to her grave as a bitter, single lawyer who enjoys seeing the misery she can cause at every turn? The fun doesn't stop there! Nickolas's father joins the fun crowd and makes his sun feel as if he will never amount to anything just because he didn't become a DOCTOR! I mean, I know that Lawyers are scraping to make a living and all (LOL) but I am sure he will manage! Hannah Marshak returns for an encore and is just the same as she was in Blogger girl, only shall we say nicer? You will have to read it to believe it! The story will have you rolling on the floor laughing, yelling at the characters when they do something stupid (which may be frequently!) and crying tears of sadness when you fear it may be coming to an end! So take out your favorite girlie beverage and sit back and enjoy the ride! Meredith does NOT disappoint!