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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

when the drama settles... K-Love (Korean Drama #1) by Alice Cornwall & Devon Atwood

"It is very important to that when I read a book, that I absolutely must have some fun – whether it is the characters or events in the plot. For this book, it was both. I laughed, cried, and burned with embarrassment as the main female character undergoes a gamut of experiences that all starts with a blind date set up by her hilarious, K-Drama-addicted mother and ends with her life being changed in so many surprising ways. As I don’t want to give anything away, I have to leave it at that." - Fallen, Amazon


Chase has been set up. She finds herself on a blind date with a Korean hottie, and all because her mom obsessively loves Korean romance dramas.

It turns out that Daniel Bak is actually really dreamy, but things take a turn for the worse when Chase happens upon stolen research on her university professor’s laptop. It throws her into the arms of wealthy corporate heir Hyun Tae, who also happens to be Daniel’s best friend.

Caught between both men, and hunted down by a vengeful CEO, Chase must rely on Hyun Tae’s protection.

But when the drama settles, where will her heart land?

Tomato Soup 

The lunch lady ladled the soup into a bowl and placed a Styrofoam plate with the grilled cheese next to the bowl on her tray. “Anything else?” 

“That’s it, thanks.” Chase smiled. 

The Asian kid behind her asked for a salad. She caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye as he got his plate of food. He was wearing white skinny jeans, navy sneakers, and a sort of silky gray T-shirt that definitely looked designer. They shuffled along in line until finally it was her turn to pay. Chase handed the thin student cashier her card. He looked at the debit card briefly before handing it back to her. “You need your student card.” 

Chase took the card, suddenly nervous. “My what?” 

The student had dark blond hair and kind features, but his look of exasperation told her he was thoroughly fed up with answering this question. “Your student ID card. You pay for lunch with it. You can’t get lunch any other way.” 

“What, seriously?” Chase looked down at her tray. Her stomach gurgled. “So I have to get my card and then come back?” 


She swallowed. “My mom didn’t say anything about a student ID card.” The cashier gave her a blank look of disbelief, so she added, “She works in registration.” 

“Okay. Well, sorry, but you need a student ID.” 

Someone sighed behind her. She was holding up the line. 

“Excuse me,” a low voice said from behind her. Chase looked over her shoulder and found the guy with the designer shirt leaning toward her. He held out a student ID card, and reaching over her, handed it to the cashier. “Just pay for both.” 

Chase turned to face him, her eyes widening. “Oh . . . ah, wait . . .” 

The cashier hesitated. 

“No, don’t do that,” Chase insisted. No, no, no! Don’t do that! I don’t like owing a complete stranger, thanks very much. 

The guy gave the cashier a nod so full of confidence, Chase was pretty sure anyone would have obeyed an order from him. The cashier swiped the card. 

Chase realized she was staring. For one thing, this guy was otherworldly beautiful. He had high cheekbones and warm brown eyes that tilted up at an exotic angle. His chin sloped down to a square point from his razor-like jawline. She almost couldn’t find words to respond to him. And besides that, he held himself like he owned the school. 

His eyes flitted to her. “You can go now.” 

“Oh.” Direct. And people thought she was made of stone. “Thanks. Sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” He had an accent, but it was barely detectable. 

She scurried forward with her tray, her face hot and her calm ruffled. 

She whirled around to face him but miscalculated the motion by a mile. She collided with the generous stranger, her tray flying off to the side. Tomato soup splattered all over the floor, washing over both their shoes in a torrent of scalding liquid. 

The guy jumped back and then looked up from his shoes to her face, his scowl a mixture of incredulity and shock. 

The racket in the cafeteria quieted almost instantly. All eyes turned to them. Chase stood there like an idiot with tomato soup trickling down her leg and seeping between her toes. She couldn’t seem to find her voice with the entire cafeteria staring at her.

About the authors:
Devon and Cornwall like k-dramas a lot. So much that they decided to write a novel including all the things they love about Korean romance and dramas. Devon has had two previously published fantasy novels, and Cornwall has a well-oiled crap-o-meter and a Bachelor’s degree she doesn’t intend to use. The mother-daughter writing team live in Pennsylvania with assorted children and husbands and grandchildren, and no cats, because that would be too cliché.

Alice Cornwall is a seasoned writer with an ingeniously useful “crap-o-meter” and a Bachelor’s degree she doesn’t really intend to use. She lives in Pennsylvania with her fancy cat, but she promises not to make a profile picture holding it.

Devon Atwood is the author of two YA fantasy novels, and has experienced both traditional, small publishing markets, and self-publishing endeavors on the road to authorship. You can find her here on social media, or, more likely, with her nose in a binder, washi tape in hand and eyes aglow with organizational bliss.

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1 comment:

Jan Lee said...

This book will definitely bring back some high school memories for me, lol I'd like to read this! :)