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A passionate believer in happily-ever-afters, Sariah and her own soulmate live in Utah with their four children and the two family cats. Her belief in true love has inspired several bestselling romance series, including End of the Line (THE FRIEND ZONE, JUST A BOYFRIEND); Lovestruck (#STARSTRUCK, #MOONSTRUCK, #AWESTRUCK); Ugly Stepsisters (THE UGLY STEPSISTER STRIKES BACK; PROMPOSAL), Royals of Monterra (ROYAL DATE, ROYAL CHASE, ROYAL GAMES, ROYAL DESIGN), and many standalone novels, including her most recent smash hit from October--ROOMMAID.
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She’s pretty and unpretentious, loves his dog, and is not a worshipping fan. No way Noah’s giving up on her, even if his affectionate pursuit comes with a bump: Juliet has a pathological fear of kissing and the disappointments that follow. What odds does romance have without that momentous, stupendous, once-in-a-lifetime first smooch? Patient, empathetic, and carrying personal burdens of his own, Noah suggests a remedy: they rehearse.
The lessons begin. The guards come down. But there’s another hitch they weren’t betting on. As for that cue-the-orchestra-and-roll-credits happy ending? It might take more than practice to make it perfect.
THE SEAT FILLER: How meeting Adam Driver IRL inspired my newest romance novel
**Contains Star Wars spoilers.**
Being a lifelong Star Wars fan, I was excited by the recent sequel trilogy. I went to see The Rise of Skywalker, and given that I am a romance author, was keenly disappointed by the ending. Ben Solo should have lived, and heroine Rey should have won her soulmate. I needed to know if there had been an alternate ending for Reylo (Rey and Ben Solo), but there was no one to ask.
Until I saw that Adam Driver was doing a charity auction for his charity, Arts in the Armed Forces. It was a chance to meet him on the red carpet at the SAG-AFTRA Awards. This felt like the stars aligning—here was my chance to ask my question! I bid and won and flew out to Los Angeles with my then 12-year-old daughter.
We were put in bleachers next to the red carpet, and it was everything you’d hope for. Glitz, glamour, lights, and all kinds of celebrities. I had the absolute best time getting to briefly chat with stars like Rachel Brosnahan, Henry Winkler, Helena Bonham Carter and Christian Bale, getting autographs and pictures.
Getting to meet Adam was like being involved in a military operation—I met with several different members of his team to get everything arranged beforehand. I continued meeting some of my favorite stars while waiting for him to arrive. A few days before I’d interacted with some other Adam Driver fans online, telling them about my chance to meet him. They told me that he is a bit socially awkward and doesn’t like these kinds of events, so it would be up to me to make conversation. I felt fully prepared to carry on a one-sided chat.
Then…he came over to meet us. He’s a very large, imposing man and my brain short-circuited. I have no explanation as to why I was so overwhelmed. He greeted us, shook our hands, thanked us for our donation and then asked where we were from. I remember thinking, “Why the freak does Adam Driver care where I’m from?” Obviously, he was trying to make small talk but I wasn’t processing conversation on a normal frequency. He had to ask me the question again and I finally managed to answer. He asked where our city was located and I told him, using a landmark he was probably unfamiliar with.I asked him to sign a couple of autographs for us, a Vanity Fair Kylo Ren cover for me, my daughter’s autograph book for her. He signed a very sweet message to her, and then read the message to us (given his messy handwriting). But because it was so loud, I thought he was saying goodbye. So I somehow managed to pull my wits together and ask for a photo, which he was more than happy to take with us. He shook our hands again and wished us a good night.
As he walked away, still kicking myself over my inability to have a conversation, I thought, “This is a book.” A girl meets her favorite celebrity at an awards show and can’t speak. I called my agent that night (even though she was several time zones ahead of me) and pitched her the idea. She loved it, and so did my editor, and thus THE SEAT FILLER was born.
(In case you’re curious, I did eventually get to find out whether or not there had been an alternate ending filmed when I won another charity auction and had a Zoom call with co-star Daisy Ridley, and she confirmed that there was no other ending.)
18 comments:
Sadly, I don't think I've ever been close enough to a celebrity to be starstruck! LOL
When I was 16, I saw Weird Al Yankovic at a local amusement park. During his performance, he walked over by where I was sitting with my friend and reached down and grabbed my hand and held it for about a minute, while he sang! All I could do was smile stupidly. Lol!
I've only been to concerts! That's my closest celebrity encounter. Lol!
I saw Paul Anka up close and personal at a concert when he wandered around the audience and met people. What an experience.
I have never been starstruck.
Meeting Elin Hilderbrand at an author event a few years ago!
I've never been starstruck.
A long time ago I met former President Jimmy Carter and I was star struck. Thanks for your great generosity. Linda May
No starstruck moments for me either.
Every time I meet an author I am star struck. The only time I got the nerve to have my picture taken with an author was with Linwood Barclay, Canadian suspense/thriller author.
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I was starstruck when I shook hands with the President of the United States when I was in high school.
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Never been or never met anyone who starstruck me. I treat everyone based on who I am, not who they are & will be equally fascinated by interesting people, famous or not.
I don't believe I have ever been starstruck.
I was starstruck when I met my favorite pianist, Roberto Cacciapaglia, over two years ago after his concert. Also, I met 311, last year, after their performance at Sirius XM. It was amazing. :)
I stood behind Julia Roberts at a clothing store in NYC!
I was starstruck the first time I hosted an author at the library I worked at. It was Jennifer Brown, author of The Hate List.
I was star struck at an Amy Grant concert. We were one row back from the stage.
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