Author: Tara Lee Reed
Description from Goodreads
“The End” is Only the Beginning.
Elle Masters is over dating. It used to be fun: the drama, the angst, the exhilarating beginnings, the bittersweet middles, the blowout endings. Then the tears, hangovers, rebounds, and another addition to the shoebox of memories in her closet. Now Elle can’t remember the last time a guy made his way into her box.
When her friends Rachel and Valerie insist she snap out of her post-breakup funk with a girls’ night out/rebound hunt at a San Francisco bar, Elle isn’t expecting tall, dark, and hummuna-hummuna, Nick Wright. This is no rebound guy. He’s definitely, maybe, The One.
In Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda, the interactive romantic comedy where you direct the plot, you play Elle as she and her pals put the “antics” in “romantics.” Get ready to question everything you thought you knew about love, over-analyzing and second-guessing your way through hundreds of modern dating dilemmas and passionate predicaments. Will you accept a last minute date? Freak out if Nick wants space? Be the first to use the ‘L’ word? Live in sin? Or hold out for a ring? Wait, do you even want a ring?
With 60 good, bad and inexplicable endings, you’ll always have another second chance at love with Mr. Wright.
Full tour schedule here.EXCERPT
“Call him yet?” Rachel asks the moment you answer the phone. She’s never beat around a bush in her entire existence.
You tuck the phone between your chin and shoulder. “Call who?” Thanks to the nervous energy you’re directing into dusting, your voice sounds remarkably casual. Especially given it’s Monday night, which means you can officially call Nick without looking desperate.
“Oh, I don’t know… Nick? The reason you annoyed the fuck out of me all weekend with questions like, ‘What if he met someone else?’ and, ‘What if I call him on Monday and he’s away on a month-long business trip?’ and, ‘What if he eloped over the weekend?’”
“I never said that!”
“Not out loud.”
You sigh. “No. I haven’t called.”
“After all that, what are you waiting for?”
“I’m in the middle of something.” Yeah. In the middle of waiting until 7:12 p.m., which you’ve decided is the perfect, seemingly random, after work, after dinner, before whatever bachelors do at night, time to call. Calculated torture.
“6:57 or 7:08?”
“I’m going with after seven.”
“7:12.” You rapidly rub at the tip of your itchy nose and fight the urge to sneeze.
“So lame. Fuck you, buddy!”
“Aw, that’s sweet. You know, you’re my best friend, too.”
“Not you. Just some old broad who probably shouldn’t have a licence.”
“I’ve always loved that you never exclude the elderly from your road ragings. It’s very progressive.”
“I’d be mayor if it weren’t for my misspent youth.”
“And adulthood. Where are you headed anyway?”
“Weekly stop at my dealer’s. Just pulling up.”
“Your grandmother’s glaucoma is the greatest thing that ever happened to you.”
“I know it. Call me later?”
“Sure. Kiss Roma for me.”
You hang up and check the time. It’s 7:02.
Screw it. Good enough.
You find Nick’s name in your contact list, deciding you like how it looks there - like it belongs. You take a moment and loosely script some small talk before hitting send.
You weren’t expecting that. Recorded messages are not your forte.
To leave a message after the beep, turn to section 38.
To hang up and try again later, turn to section 21.
About the Author
Tara Lee Reed is the accidental writer from Toronto, Canada, not that chick from Sharknado. When her career in public relations was forced into hiatus by a jerky plot twist, she wrote the first in a series of interactive novels. When she received offers of single and multi-book deals from top houses, she turned them down to publish independently. Because she’s crazy.
She was voted Most Sarcastic Female at her high school prom, which she went to alone. (Not that she thinks about it.) She can fit her whole fist in her mouth (which makes the prom thing surprising), and she can sing with her mouth closed, but she can’t do both at the same time.
Her tweets on The Bachelor have been aired in a live broadcast and picked up by national media. She once appeared on the cover of a romance novel with her longtime partner, who has done 79 more – with other women. She thinks that’s qualification enough to write this book.