The Redhead Revealed (Redhead Series #2)

The Redhead Revealed (Redhead Series #2)

by Alice Clayton

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ISBN-13: 9781476741291
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 02/14/2013
Series: Redhead Series , #2
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 415,527
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Alice Clayton worked in the cosmetics industry for over a decade before picking up a pen (read: laptop). She enjoys gardening but not weeding, baking but not cleaning up, and finally convinced her long-time boyfriend to marry her. And she finally got her Bernese Mountain Dog.

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The Redhead Revealed

  • I pulled my orange scarf a little more snugly around my neck and knotted it again so it tucked right under my chin. The air was cool this morning, and the first leaves of autumn fell around me, blown about by a blustery breeze. Sheltered from most of the wind, I took the opportunity to gaze at the scene before me.

    Brownstones. Concrete. Yellow cabs. A deli advertising both pastrami and falafel.

    I sipped my coffee and marveled at my life, where it had taken me. I loved New York.

    The last few weeks had been amazing—and difficult. It was now late September and fall was officially on its way. The air was growing crisp, the early birds had pumpkins on stoops, and I was having the time of my life. I was insanely happy.

    Except, I was really missing my Brit.

    Let’s go back a bit.

    When I first got to New York, I immediately went into rehearsals for a show in a small West Side studio space. After meeting the cast, I realized just how unique and special this show was and how grateful I was to be a part of it. The music was magical, and the character Michael had created in Mabel (enter me, Grace Sheridan!) was exhilarating to explore. She was in her thirties, a former beauty queen, and having an early midlife crisis as she struggled to define herself after a failed marriage. The show was witty, irreverent, and brilliant. We’d been workshopping for only a few weeks, but the investors and producers were already discussing the possibility of mounting a full production.

    I was maybe about to be in my very first off-Broadway show! This was an ensemble piece, with a cast of fewer than ten, and we had grown exceedingly close. When a brand-new show is put together, everyone inhabits characters who have never been given life before. This lends itself to a lot of introspection and analysis.

    Learning, working, growing . . . I was eating this shit up.

    I spent my days in rehearsal and my nights exploring the streets of Manhattan. I was utterly enchanted with this city. Having spent time here on business throughout the years, I thought I knew it fairly well. No, ma’am. That’s nothing like when you can call New York your home. And though I didn’t know how long I’d be here, I was determined to get the most out of my time.

    As soon as I arrived, I’d begun using my daily runs as self-guided tours. I ran through the Village (East and West), NoHo, SoHo, the Bowery, and made myself quite at home in Central Park. I felt freshly and more deeply acquainted with my new town, and I was keeping my butt in top form for the show.

    I went to museums, shops, and parks, and I saw a show at least twice a week. I still had the same feelings when I went to see live theater that I had when my friends back home took me to see Rent all those months ago: I was emotional to the point of tears, my heart raced, and my palms got sweaty. But this time, when I saw the actors onstage and heard the music and applause, I was filled with pride. I’d made it back into the community I had never—in my true heart of hearts—really left.

    Also, Michael O’Connell (the show’s writer and creator and the friend who’d broken my heart in college) and I were spending a lot of time together. After not speaking for so many years—the result of an ill-timed one-night stand and the subsequent I-can’t-be-friends-with-someone-I-slept-with game he played wholeheartedly—we were slowly but surely beginning to know each other again. He was still delightfully funny, and he made my transition to New York a seamless one.

    When the rest of the cast found out we’d gone to college together, they were fascinated. We all spent evenings at least once or twice a week having cocktails at different bars around the theater district and telling stories about our wilder days. Michael and I never acknowledged our night together. Speaking about it in a group setting was obviously unthinkable, but we never spoke of it privately either—we just didn’t go there. I simply relished having my good friend back, and he was one hell of a tour guide.

    In addition to my self-guided tours, I had his suggestions, and I was experiencing the city as an insider. It was enthralling. Spending time with Michael made it easier to deal with being away from home, and he definitely helped me focus on the show and my part in it.

    And Jack Hamilton, my much-missed Brit? Well, this was a bit of a pickle . . .

    We spoke on the phone at least once a day, usually more. We sent buckets of texts back and forth, usually laced with enough smut to make us blush if we read them in the company of others.

    He tried several times to come for a visit, but between MTV appearances, countless interviews, and meetings for the upcoming movie he was starring in, we just couldn’t get it worked out. I tried to get back to L.A. a few times as well, but my rehearsal schedule was so intense, there was no way for me to leave. We both understood the demands our careers were making, but that didn’t make it any easier.

    Long-distance relationships typically work best (if at all) when the couple has been together a lot longer than we had. We went from a brief intense period of cuddle and sex and love to zero face-to-face contact—and it was proving more difficult than we’d thought it would be.

    But we kept things spicy as best we could. The phone sex, the online sex, the pictures sent on the iPhone: hot. If anyone ever stole my phone . . . oh man. His fans would implode.

    Nighttime was the hardest. I really missed having my Sweet Nuts in bed next to me, warming my skin with his sweet breath as he kissed on me, his hands around my breasts as we snuggled in for sleep. I missed that the most, and I was having trouble sleeping, even though I was usually exhausted after a day of rehearsal.

    I had made some new friends, and I bonded instantly with Leslie, who played my nemesis in the show. Her character was everything I used to be: young, pretty, young, talented, young, and a bitch. Leslie was also hilarious in real life, and when we realized we were both entertainment-gossip junkies, we had something else to bond over. It killed me to not tell her who Jack was, but I knew it was best that he and I keep our relationship under wraps. As far as the cast knew, I was seeing an actor who lived in L.A. Only Michael knew the exact truth. And he was strangely silent about the whole thing.

    But something was up with my Brit.

    He was going out—a lot. Which was fine, because frankly, at twenty-four, that’s what you do. He was playing a few open-mike nights, and I was sick over not getting to hear him. I really missed listening to him play, especially the action soundtrack he’d compose each morning as I got ready. With the three-hour time difference, I usually talked to him at night, before I went to bed and before he went out. I was also in occasional contact with Rebecca, his costar in the soon-to-be-released movie Time, which was guaranteed to make them both household names. We texted from time to time, and she informed me that while she remained on full Skank Patrol, the masses were definitely starting to covet the Hamilton with a frenzy.

    Jack starred as Joshua, a time-traveling scientist whose cinematic escapades were based on a series of wildly popular erotic short stories. The stories’ fans had begun to transfer their affections to Jack, and they were getting quite . . . hmm . . . excitable. Women were really into him, which I totally got. The fact that he shared my bed made my understanding that much more complete.

    Heh-heh, you sleep with him.

    Yes, yes, I do.

    He was always dealing with fans, and from what he told me, they were generally polite and kind but the constant scrutiny was beginning to get to him. One night he called late, really late. Or I should say really early. It was after 4:00 a.m. East Coast time.

    “Hello?” I mumbled.

    “Hello, yourself,” he whispered thickly.

    I rolled over to look at the clock. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up in bed.

    “Nothing’s wrong. Does something need to be wrong to call my girlfriend in the middle of the night?” he asked, his voice a little rough.

    “No, of course not, but it’s crazy early here, Jack. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” I pressed as I lay back down.

    “Wrong, no. Weird, yes, definitely,” he said, his voice still sounding strange.

    “What happened, love?” I asked, pushing back a yawn.

    “Some girl grabbed my ass tonight! And then another girl— Oh hell, Grace. Are you sure you want to hear this?”

    “Hmmm, I don’t know, do I? Tell me—you didn’t grab her ass back, did you?” I laughed, letting him know I was okay and he could share without judgment.

    “I was walking out to the car after leaving this club, and there were cameras, of course,” he muttered.

    This was a fairly new development. Paparazzi were taking more and more pictures of him, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to see him on E! or TMZ at least once a week. It was weird seeing your guy on Entertainment Tonight, but that’s how we rolled.

    “Okay, so there were cameras. Did you keep your ball cap pulled down low?” I asked, trying to get him to laugh. It was standard for him to wear the ball cap every freaking day now, and if the cameras caught him in it, I teased him mercilessly.

    “Ha-ha. I did have it on, yes. Anyway, I was walking out to the car, and this girl came out of nowhere and tried to . . . well . . . she tried to . . .”

    “Did she kiss you?” I asked.

    “She tried to, yes. But she didn’t. Grace, I swear I did not kiss her,” he said firmly.

    “Hey, it’s cool, George.” (His private nickname.) “I know how aggressive fans can get. You should have seen me the first time I saw New Kids on the Block, when I was in high school. My friends and I followed their bus halfway across town before we realized we were actually following a group of senior citizens on their way to Branson.” I laughed. We were so sad when we pulled in behind them at the Flying J truck stop and saw the shuffleboard set disembark.

    “You followed a tour bus? Why are girls like that?” he asked, laughing along with me. I could feel him calming down. Jack didn’t like crowds, as a rule, and when he had a lot of people looking at him, it made him extremely self-conscious. Tonight he just seemed to need to hear my voice, and I loved that I could soothe him.

    “I would explain it if I could,” I said. “All I know is when Holly and I saw them perform earlier this year, we screamed like we were fourteen again. I felt exactly like I did when I saw them the first time, like no time had passed. I think that’s why you’re cornering both the teen and the cougar market, too.” I giggled. “You remind us of when we were young enough that squealing was expected.”

    “Hmm, and the press has called you a cougar, Grace. Are you just using me for sex?” he teased, his voice silky.

    “I’m not quite a cougar yet, but I’m for sure just using you for the sex,” I teased back.

    “I knew it,” he said, laughing.

    We were quiet for a moment, and then he sighed.

    “What is it?” I asked, sliding deeper into the covers.

    “I just miss you. I miss being in your bed,” he said quietly, and I could hear the desperation in his voice. I felt it too. It wasn’t just the physical lovemaking but the simple touches we took for granted when we saw each other all the time. I missed him washing my hair almost as much as the intense orgasms he’d given me daily.

    “I do too, love. I miss the way you hold me—especially where your hands always end up.” I giggled.

    “You mean on your beautiful boobies?” he whispered. He teased, but I could hear his need building. It mimicked my own, which he could always bring quickly to the surface.

    “Mmm, yes, please. I love how you know exactly how to touch me.” I moaned a little into the phone, my other hand beginning to travel restlessly under the sheets.

    “Oh, you do, do you?” he asked, his accent getting deeper and thicker.

    “Oh, God, yes. You have the most perfect hands. I love your fingers especially. They’re so strong,” I whispered, propping the phone on my shoulder.

    “Where do you like me to touch you, Grace?” His breath was coming faster now. I could imagine where his own hands were.

    “I love when you peel my clothes off slowly and then graze my nipples with your fingertips. Mmm,” I moaned, and I heard him moan in response. “And then when you touch me with your tongue, moving from one breast to the other—oh, God, that always feels amazing,” I said, my own breath coming faster now. My hands dipped beneath my panties to feel how wet I already was, just imagining his hands all over me.

    “Grace, where’s your hand now?” he asked, his sexy accent now off the charts.

    “Where do you want it to be, love?” I asked wickedly.

    “Mmm, if I were there, I’d be running my fingers through your hot, wet . . .” And he moaned the word that made me ache. He made the word absolutely drip from his tongue.

    “That’s exactly where my hand is, and as I’m touching myself, I’m imagining all the naughty, nasty things you do to make me scream,” I purred.

    “God, Grace, you get me so hard,” he whispered, and I could hear him beginning to lose control. The thought of his elegant, strong hands gripping himself while talking dirty to me was almost too much to bear.

    “I love making you hard. I love to see you get hard for me—just for me, Jack.” I moaned, my fingers beginning to rub my sex furiously, imagining his face buried between my legs.

    “Nothing gets me harder than seeing you come, love—making you come with my lips and my tongue. Nothing tastes as good as my sweet girl.”

    “Oh, God, Jack, you’re getting me so wet. If you were here—oh, God, you fuck me so good,” I panted, thrashing about on the bed as my orgasm began to build, strong and full.

    “Grace, I think about you all day sometimes—the taste of you and the way you look when you lose all control. Oh, God, Grace, you’re so beautiful when you come . . .” He moaned, barely able to speak, and I could tell he was getting close himself.

    Sweet Jesus, he’s good at this . . .

    I needed to finish us both off.

    “Mmm, I love when you come inside me, when I can hear you and feel you inside me . . . when . . . you are . . . deep . . . inside me . . . Oh, God . . . Jack . . . it’s so good!” I lost it, my fingers finally pushing deep inside me, and I imagined it was him driving into me, filling me.

    He groaned, staying with me as I screamed his name, my fingers and his voice bringing me to the release I needed. I could hear his breath get heavier, and then he came too. I could see him in my mind’s eye: his eyes shut tight, his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched.

    God, I missed him.

    I trembled as I pushed the covers down. I was so worked up and hot, covered in sweat.

    “Fuck, Grace, you’re amazing,” he whispered, still breathing heavily.

    “Oh, love, I wish I was there. I’d scratch your head and let you fall asleep on me,” I said, almost able to feel his weight.

    “Would you let me hold your boobies?” He chuckled.

    “You don’t even have to ask, George. My boobies are your boobies,” I teased, my heart starting to slow to a normal rhythm.

    “Hell yes, they are! I’m going to make a little sign for you to wear that says THESE ARE SPOKEN FOR and then everyone will know your boobies are mine.”

    “Mmm, I love when you get all caveman on me. Will you throw me over your shoulder and carry me back to your cave?”

    “Yep, and then I will ravage you before making you cook me up some T. rex.” He laughed.

    “That sounds heavenly, Sweet Nuts, just heavenly,” I sassed, then yawned.

    “Shit, Grace. I forgot how early it is there. I’ll let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I called you in the middle of the night.”

    “Do you feel better?” I asked.

    “Well, yes. I do, actually,” he said sheepishly.

    “Then you call my ass whenever you want. That’s what I’m here for—that and the blow-your-mind phone sex.”

    We laughed.

    “I miss the shit out of you, Gracie,” he said quietly.

    “I know, George. I miss you too.” I smiled into the phone.

    “Okay, I’ll let you get back to sleep. Love you.”

    “Love you too. ’Night.”

    I hung up the phone, sighing, and rolled onto my side. At this point in the program, had I been with my Brit, boobies would be held, sweet nothings would be whispered, and a Golden Girls episode or two might even be viewed.

    A pang of loneliness washed over me, but I quickly pushed it aside and turned my thoughts to the scene I’d be working on the next day. Mabel was meeting with her ex-husband for the first time since the divorce, and my separation from Jack would help me create her feelings of isolation. I missed Jack, but I would use it.

    And so it went. Days turned into weeks. I rehearsed and sometimes went out with my new friends. Jack did interviews and photo shoots and went out with his friends. We talked all the time and continued the frequent phone sex. He asked me lots of questions about the show and wanted to know everything about my new friends, the cast, and how things were going. I told Jack about everything, although I may have glossed over exactly how much time Michael and I were spending together outside rehearsal.

    Some nights we met up to work on scenes he was rewriting, but we usually ended up back at my apartment, talking, reminiscing, and laughing, more than anything else. He said it helped with his rewrites to spend time with me, and I found more and more of myself showing up in the new scenes. He admitted once that he’d modeled some of Mabel’s character traits on me, especially the earlier scenes where Mabel is in college and falling in love with all the wrong guys.

    One night we stayed late after rehearsal to work on a new scene, and when my tummy’s growling began to rival our rather loud discussion, I suggested we head back to my place and order a late dinner. I’d recently moved from the W hotel to a small apartment on the Upper West Side. It was clean, close to the rehearsal space, and already furnished—everything I needed in a temporary home. Since I’d moved in, we’d fallen into a habit of ordering greasy Chinese, and the restaurant around the corner from my apartment was our number one choice.

    Secretly, this sometimes made me a bit nervous. Since battling my way back from a good deal of extra weight several years ago, I’d been dedicated to making smart food choices. But the noodles . . . oh my goodness, the noodles. I let myself pig out on occasion, because I knew now I could control it. I ate really well most of the time, I exercised like a maniac, and I was truly proud of my new body. This was what I was meant to look like. Nevertheless, when the noodles called, I answered. I just had to run an extra mile or two to combat them. It was worth it. Seriously, the best garlic noodles ever.

    We picked up the order and settled into our usual spots: me on the couch and him on the floor next to me. He tended to make a mess, so I made him either wear a bib, or sit on the floor, where his mouth was closer to the noodle bowl. He chose the floor.

    “Who was that guy you were dating sophomore year? The one who had the thing with no body hair?” he asked, shoveling in the noodles like someone was going to take them away from him.

    “Um, Jason, I think? Ugh, I haven’t thought about him in years! He was odd—not one of my better moments. But fantastic in the sack, I must say.” I sighed, thinking of how happy he’d made me, but only when horizontal. He’d waxed his chest and legs, armpits, and even his bits and pieces. And this was back before anyone had ever heard of manscaping. He had zero body hair and, sadly, zero personality. He was equipped with nine inches of fantastic, though, which tended to make up for his little eccentricities.

    “Yes, I remember you started taking yoga around that time . . . something about keeping yourself limber.” Michael winked mischievously, and I hit him on the head.

    “Michael! Jeez! I can’t believe you remember all that. That was like, twelve years ago.” I laughed, spearing a broccoli and nibbling as I thought about how long ago it really was. Hanging out with Michael now felt like we were back at my old college apartment. He’d bring over his laundry, and we’d watch movies until we both fell asleep on the couch.

    “Grace, I remember everything,” he said softly.

    “Really? I bet you don’t remember the first time we met,” I challenged, pointing at him with my broccoli stalk.

    “I’ll bet you the last egg roll that I do and you don’t,” he countered, his face serious.

    “It’s a bet, sucker. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to mix up my soy sauce–hot mustard concoction so it’s ready for my victory egg roll.” I reached over him for the bag of condiments.

    He grabbed my hand. “Why don’t we wait on that, since I’m totally going to win this bet,” he said, moving my hand back to my side.

    “Hmmph, whatever. Okay, when we first met: Freshman year, first day of class. We were in Professor Miller’s Acting 1, lower level of the theater, room 301. We got paired up for scene work. I was wearing khaki shorts, Keds, and a Sigma Nu T-shirt. You were wearing a black ball cap, a Ministry T-shirt, jeans, and your Vans. I remember because at first I thought your shirt said ‘Minister.’ I thought, ‘Well, that sucks. I can’t very well bang a man of the cloth.’?” I blushed, remembering that I really had been attracted to him from the start. “So there,” I finished, sticking my tongue out and blowing a raspberry.

    He smiled, and I reached across him again to take my egg roll. He stopped me once more, though. “That isn’t the first time we met,” he said, grinning big.

    “What? The fuck it isn’t. I remember it like it was yesterday, O’Connell.” I fought him for the egg roll, but he continued to hold my hands back, laughing now.

    “The first time we met was the week prior to classes starting. I was at registration, and you were in line in front of me. I heard you telling the registration clerk you wanted to switch your Acting 1 class to a different section so you could take some astronomy class. When you left the line, you tripped over the rope and fell down.”

    I felt my face grow red at the memory. “Shit, that’s right! I totally fell flat on my face, and some guy helped me get all my shit together. I was so embarrassed because my birth control pills fell out of my purse, and he handed them back to me with a huge smirk.” I’d hightailed it right out of there, convinced my entire college career would be marred by the incident. “And you saw that? How mortifying!” I laughed.

    “I was the guy who handed you your pills, you dork! And then I made sure the clerk switched me into your acting class,” he said with that same smirk I remembered from registration. “And you were not wearing a Sigma Nu T-shirt that first day in class, it was an SAE shirt. And they weren’t khaki shorts, they were cutoff jean shorts,” he finished quietly.

    We looked at each other for a moment.

    “Take the fucking egg roll,” I finally said. “You totally won.”

    He grinned and took it, eating half with one bite. Then he offered the rest to me. “We can share it. I can’t believe you remember the Ministry shirt.”

    “Ya know, Holly was in that class too but we didn’t meet until later, when we all decided to grab a beer. I can’t remember what she was wearing that day,” I said thoughtfully, crunching down on my half of the egg roll.

    “Neither can I, Grace,” Michael said softly, eyes on me.

    My eyes locked on his.

    I chewed my egg roll.

    He scratched his nose.

    Mrs. Kobritz’s yappy dog barked upstairs.

    Our eyes stayed locked.

    My cell rang. And rang. And rang.

    Our eyes stayed locked.

    Answer your phone, Grace.

    My phone? Shit, my phone!

    I broke away, grabbing my phone right before it went to voice mail.

    “Hello? Hello?” I shouted unnecessarily into the phone. Michael chuckled and leaned back into the couch.

    “Gracie? Hey, I was just about to leave you a raunchy message,” my Brit said.

    “Do you want me to hang up so you can leave it?” I asked, a little out of breath. I pushed myself off the couch and went into the bedroom, out of earshot.

    “Nah, I’d rather tell you what I wish I was doing to you—that way I can hear you react.” I could hear his voice change into Johnny Bite Down mode. I could never resist him when he nibbled on that lower lip—swoon-worthy for sure.

    “You want me to react, huh?” I asked, wondering how I could get Michael out before Jack got me off. I was about to head back into the living room when Michael appeared in my doorway, leaning against the frame.

    “I’m going to take off, Grace. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he mouthed, kindly keeping his voice down. I waved good-bye and followed him to the door, still listening to Jack.

    “Yes, love, I’m dying for a reaction from you to my talented sexy ways, as I work my magic through your fingers,” Jack continued in a low voice.

    My body responded, as it always did when I heard his voice get like that. Fuck, he could get me hot in 2.3 seconds. Three thousand miles couldn’t make a dent in his sex vibe. When he wanted a reaction from me, he got one—even across the Continental Divide.

    “You’re dying, are you?” I laughed as I opened the door for Michael.

    He stopped and looked back at me as if he were going to say something but then lifted his hand in good-bye. I waved back, smiling, and he disappeared down the hall.

    “But first, Crazy, I have some great news,” Jack said as I locked the door, leaning back against it and sighing.

    “You okay, sweet girl?” he asked.

    “I’m good. I just miss you, is all,” I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat. Suddenly, I missed him so much I literally ached.

    “Then you’ll be happy when I tell you my news, love.”

    “What is it, please?” I asked, not daring to hope for what I wanted.

    “I’m coming to see you,” he whispered.

    I closed my eyes, leaned my head against the door, and said a silent thank-you.

    “Gracie? Are you there?”

    “I’m here, George,” I whispered, my throat tight. “And I couldn’t have gotten better news. I’m thrilled!” A grin broke across my face that rivaled Jack Nicholson’s Joker. Then I broke out in a fit of giggles, unable to stop. I laughed so hard I began to cry, and I could only imagine what it must sound like on the other end of the line.

    Jack laughed along with me, indulging my outburst with the patience of a saint. Truly, no other twenty-four-year-old man on the planet had his tolerance, especially when dealing with me.

    When I finally calmed enough to form sentences again, I sighed deeply, crawling toward the couch from where I’d collapsed in front of the door. When I finally lifted myself back onto the coach, I groaned dramatically.

    “What the hell was that, Sheridan?” he asked, laughing again.

    “Just a little emotional breakdown, Hamilton. So when are you getting here? Don’t tell me you’re already in the hallway!” I smiled, my heart leaping at the thought he might be that close.

    “No, sorry. I’ll be there this Friday night, though. Soon enough for you?”

    “You’ll be here in four days?” I squealed, arching off the couch as every muscle in my body clenched involuntarily.

    “Yes, ma’am. Will you be ready for all that lovin’?” he teased, his voice getting lower.

    “Oh, God, Sweet Nuts, I’m gonna work you over so good, you won’t be able to get back on that plane. How long will you be here?” I asked, my voice getting husky as well.

    “What if I said you get to keep me until Tuesday night?”

    I closed my eyes and bit down on my knuckles to keep the shrieking inside. “Four days? Do you have any idea the kind of damage we can do to each other in four days?”

    “I have some idea. What do you want me to do first?” he asked, indicating the beginning of phone sex.

    I smiled contentedly, imagining all the ways I could answer that question. They were spectacular in their promise.

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    SaraStanton More than 1 year ago
    Alice Clayton has done it again! The Redhead Revealed begins where The Unidentified Redhead left off; Jack in Los Angeles getting ready for the opening night of Time and Grace in New York doing rehearsals for her big stage debut. I worried about George and Gracie and being apart. They just found one another and admitted they were crazy in love so how could this work. “Long-distance relationships typically work best (if at all) when the couple has been together a lot longer than we had. We went from a vacuum of sweet and sex and love, to zero face-to-face contact-and it was proving more difficult than either of us had thought it would be” Our laugh out loud couple does their best to stay connected; long chats, steamy texts and A LOT of phone sex. Let’s talk about the sex for a minute. Ms. Clayton has these steamy, smutty, sexy scenes down to a science! Holy Hell can she write a sex scene. There is a lot of it in this book and while others may seem overwhelming or just plain filer I look forward to them every time without hesitation. Even on different coasts our couple still has that spark yet their careers are attempting to pull them apart. Grace and her relationship with the one that got away, her current career boosting friend Michael only had eyes for our redhead and a past flame Marcia is showing up all over TMZ with the lovely Jack with tabloids suggestively putting them together again. Grace has her issues and they show up full force in this sequel, she crazy after all. The few times they get to see each other are wonderful and so sweet. Grace always trying to be with Jack yet respectful of his up and coming super stardom is admirable and at times sad to me. I cannot imagine being in that position. But of course in true “redhead” hilarity she finds away to make it all work out. “This. Us. This isn’t going to work out” Ugh. “You’re crazy, you know that? How in the world can you even think of ending things with me? You know we are perfect together.” I did not want this to happen though it was clear where they were headed. Grace returns to New York and Michael and Jack becomes a young Hollywood actor on the scene. I was worried that this could mirror another book I had just read with a love triangle but to the credit of the author she shot that down rather quickly and I was thankful. It just wouldn’t work with these two. Yes, we get the separation that I was afraid of but Jack calls BS on Grace and they are back where they belong. Once again the handsome Brit is seen across a room with a dashing sexy smile watching his sweet girl sing. Angst has no place in their story, they deserve their happily ever after without the constant ridiculous hurdles. The fun is always constant in this sequel; I laughed until I cried with the whole shirt turban during sex. Anytime there is laughter during sex in a good way I am all for it. Do not mess with Grace and her candy obsession, and do not offer her Milk Duds when she is in a stunning dress, the poor girl. Jack is charming as ever and such a match in every way for Grace. They learn to handle the crazy along with their rocketing careers, what could be better? I loved the last page with the tabloid article, what a great way to set up book three. Again I identified with Grace on so many levels. I normally disconnect with the protagonist but this is the second series I have read where I just get her. Her insecurities about her body, the over analyzing of absolutely everything, the way she second guesses her decisions and her overwhelming need to do what she feels is the best for someone even though it tears her apart. If you read The Unidentified Redhead you must read the sequel for one reason only…schmaltz!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I've really enjoyed all of Alice Clayton's books. I loved the characters in this book!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Loved it and read it twice
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Cant wait for book #3!!!
    Clo2117 More than 1 year ago
    This books was so great. Please read the 1st one before you read this one. I love me some George and Gracie! I saw that book 3 is coming out. Yeah!!!
    ssGA More than 1 year ago
    Great book. I have never read any of Alice Clayton's books, but I will read them all now,
    MoneyGirl More than 1 year ago
    Loved it. Can't wait to see more from Alice Clayton!
    katanddon More than 1 year ago
    Love this series and can't wait for the next one to come out!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    You will want to read this more than once
    TheAutumnReview More than 1 year ago
    I love love love this series. I have to admit I was a bit nervous coming to this book, but Jack Hamilton made it all better for me. I love where their relationship stands at this point. While the story is funny and sexy, it's also very real. Grace is such a real woman to me. And Jack is just simply...a GOD.  I highly recommend anything by Alice Clayton. She has mastered the sexy and funny. It's always refreshing and entertaining to read her work.  Can't wait to see what happens in RH3! Quotes: ~"Be my bad girl Grace," he whispered.  ~Lord-he kissed me right on my gonna-see-God. ~No one would ever know my body as well as he did, and no one would ever make me feel the way he could. 
    Kia414 More than 1 year ago
    I adored Grace and Jack because they worked on getting to know each other-although it seemed so fast.  Loved the ending and how it sets the stage for a 3rd installment.  HURRY HURRY, Ms. Clayton
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I didnt think that the story between Jack and Grace could get any better but it did. Both books are filled with love, romance, humor, and steamy hot scenes. I can NOT wait for book 3 to come out and i really hope that it wont be the last!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was really cute. Great read. I couldnt put it down.
    Claire_Rose More than 1 year ago
    I was yelling at Grace during the book. How could she bee so stupid! But I am glad she did the right thing. Another amazing book.
    Urbanfan on LibraryThing 10 months ago
    If you have not read The Unidentified Redhead stop here. This review is for The Redhead Revealed and we don¿t want to prematurely identify that redhead for you, do we? I love this series, so you will want to go back and start this crazy ride from the beginning. This book is the second in The Redhead Series, which takes us to the bright lights of New York City as Grace begins her show on stage, written and directed by her former college crush we met in book one, Seth. Jack is in California. See where we¿re headed with this?Most of this book surrounds the struggles and trials of a long distance relationship of two people that still make you laugh out loud and boggle your mind with how they keep things ¿fresh¿ while apart. Grace is thriving in her new role and the friendship she had with Seth is picking up where they left off. Left off as in awkward finally finding out they both had crushes on each other and dealing with their one night stand together from back then. Needless to say, Seth hasn¿t lost interest in the sexy, funny redhead and Grace begins to wonder the ¿what ifs.¿ Yeah, you heard me. GRACE begins to WONDER the ¿what ifs¿ of life withOUT Jack. I know, I know¿stupid girl! (You must say this in Jack¿s British accent, it has more emphasis.) Side note: To me, Jack has the best lines and delivery in both books of any male character I¿ve read: ¿What are you doing lying on the floor while your house is burning down, crazy?¿ That man can call me crazy anytime!Miles away, Jack of course, handles everything in stride. He is as loving and attentive as a boyfriend can be on the other side of the country. He is in the middle of promoting his movie, so trips to New York are a bonus. The problem arises when Grace¿s insecurities start to set in and she begins to wonder if Jack shouldn¿t be with someone younger, more ¿his league.¿ OK, OK, I know the feminists here are all ¿What? More his league? He¿s lucky to have her!¿ I agree. But, keep in mind; this is Grace having issues, not Jack. And I will admit, I understand her reservations and questioning, and the moping, and the ¿what ifs¿, especially when she begins to wonder maybe she might want to be a mother after all and is that fair to Jack? She does have ten years on him. So, I get it. However, this is a book and we know exactly what Jack is thinking, so the whole time you just want to smack Grace upside the head and say, ¿SNAP OUT IT!¿ The emotions in this book run deep, I won¿t lie. I cried, my stomach got in knots, I laughed, I was annoyed, you name it. The beauty of this? Alice Clayton made me cry, put my stomach in knots, made me laugh, and annoyed me. Er¿you know what I mean; she made me feel annoyed through her characters. Her writing style is conversational and fluid. I wasn¿t told how to feel, I was just along for the ride with Grace and Jack¿and Seth. I still championed for things to work out between Grace and Jack, and oh man, will you love the blow outs and make-ups. I was impressed with Jack¿s level of maturity in this book, and Grace¿s growth. There is one scene in the book where dear Ms. Clayton leaves a things bit open, but with some slight innuendos of Jack possibly doing something I REALLY wanted to know if he did (can¿t tell you, it would ruin it for YOUR experience reading it.) So, I asked her in a tweet, ¿Did Jack actually¿.or just¿.?¿ Do you know what her response was? Something like a*smile*or *grin* Ohhhh, I see where Grace gets her cheekiness. To this day, I still want to know! Of course, anyone who has seen me tweet about Alice Clayton or The Redhead Series knows I¿m crazy about these books. I won¿t bore you with how much I recommend them for a funny, emotional, and hot read. There¿s just no point telling you how involved I got in their love, their fights, their musings, their stupidity, and eventual growth. No way am I going to waste your time talking about the witty quips and banter in this book, and how believably cool the characters are, and how I
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    AboutThatStory More than 1 year ago
    Loved the sweet and funny mixed with so many emotional moments that kept me on edge of my seat and had my heart racing. Great read! Jack and Grace are back with the funny and sexy and freaking adorable names they call each other but this book has more of an edge to it. They’re navigating their relationship and trying to figure things out. I was anxious from the get go because I didn't like them apart. I liked the story and development. I was stressed by certain things that were happening and getting frustrated with Grace on occasion because how she dealt (or didn't deal!) with things. I was totally invested and it created this building tension that was under my skin. By 60% I was freaking out and wanted to slap Grace. Lots of drama! I am so in love with Jack. They both had their ups and downs and made some mistakes but I like that overall he seems so level headed, secure, and confident. He's just this fantastic guy and he makes all these sweet little gestures. Even though Grace frustrated me several times I love her dearly because she's determined and sweet and just this very real person with flaws and insecurities. Together they are fanatic and there was definitely a nice amount of HOT! Sweet Nuts and Crazy forever!  I really liked how things worked out and how everything came together. Chapter 16 just about killed me, so full of emotion. I thought there might be a second round of smaller drama but there wasn't. Great ending, I had so many questions but it all wrapped up nicely. They are just so in love, almost to the point of overly mushy but it seems so sincere. I am so happy for them and glad it didn't end on a cliffhanger. Another great read from Alice Clayton. I definitely recommend it!
    ShellyMN More than 1 year ago
    Really enjoying this series and can't wait to see what up and downs Grace and Jack bring us next...
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Love it!!
    sissie2 More than 1 year ago
    Just love the story ! Jack is so hot!!! Don't miss this series.
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