Book Spotlight Backstage Butter Brittle by Elizabeth John.

​Backstage Butter Brittle- A One Scoop Or Two Book
by 
Elizabeth John


Her thirtieth birthday is Anna’s deadline to succeed as a theatrical performer…only six months away. A crucial audition in her hometown puts her into the path of her ex-boyfriend. After only a few minutes together, she realizes she’s missed James. More shocking is that she receives an invitation to help with his family’s summer camp theater program.
Farmer James Tucker can’t believe the woman he once thought he’d marry is back in town, auditioning at the theater next to his ice cream parlor. He hopes for the impossible—that she’ll stay this time. But she wants bright lights, and he leads a simpler life.
 Can this reunion be their second chance at love?


​A Peek Inside
The instant James Tucker heard the familiar voice vibrating through the thin
walls, he recognized the angelic sound. Anna was here? Singing? He hurried to
finish with a customer and raced past the party room and through an
inconspicuous side door of the ice cream parlor to the adjoining building. What
was happening?
He grabbed the drapery and jerked his head back. He soaked in a vision of the
most beautiful woman in the world. His ears hadn’t deceived him, and neither had
his eyes. Anna was here.
Her thick, red hair fell past her shoulders, styled a bit longer than when he had
last seen her. Her toned body moved with the grace of an experienced dancer.
His pulse raced. Fond memories slammed into his mind. He stayed hidden and
watched her performance.
The crowd burst into applause.
Riveted, he joined in.
Anna beamed with an upturned face and bubbly laugh, but then she frowned
and shook her head.
He gritted his teeth, watching Anna’s reaction when she found out she’d
auditioned for the ice cream parlor. No Sherlock Holmes’ deduction skills
necessary.      
An error had occurred, and his gut twisted. James slipped from the
audition room, careful Anna couldn’t spot him. She had no idea he was part owner
of the ice cream parlor. Already having had a bit of a shock, he wanted to give her
a few minutes to collect herself. How would she react when she saw him?
The people cheering were right. She was magnificent. But he had known all
along she was special, had since they were kids.
Her being here was perfect timing. His grandfather ran the theater’s summer
camp program, and an unforeseen problem with the camp had plagued Gramps
the last few days. Could Anna be the solution? James had no idea of her
circumstances, but he had to convince her to stay and help, if only temporarily. He
texted Gramps Anna was in town. After he entered the ice cream parlor, he gazed
through the freshly cleaned front windows.
Anna sat outside on a bench with her back toward him. One arm flailed in the
air, and the other pressed her phone against her ear. Her animated body language
signaled her frustration.
James raced behind the counter to make her a sundae. Ice cream had always
made her feel better. He scooped two heaping spoonsful of Butter Brittle into a
metal dish, drizzled caramel syrup, squirted a swirl of whipped cream, arranged
two chocolate chips for eyes and a cherry for a nose, and topped the treat with an
upside-down sugar cone. Then he opened the front door, ready to surprise her.
She spoke into her phone. “Sylvia, can you double-check your notes? The
theater is closed. A bunch of kids is auditioning at this ice cream parlor.” Her loud
sigh traveled through the sea breeze. “Yes, I can hold on while you call them.”
The desperation in her voice stabbed at his heart. The cheery ice cream clown
mocked him. He hid the sundae behind his back, waiting for her to end her
conversation.
“The time unexpectedly changed to three o’clock this afternoon? And your
new assistant didn’t think to tell you? Don’t be too hard on him. Everyone makes
mistakes. At least the audition hasn’t been cancelled.” Anna’s voice quivered. “I
need this. My bills are piling up. And you know the pressure I’m getting from my
parents. Thanks, Sylvia.” She disconnected with a groan and rummaged through
her bag. Her shoulders jiggled and heaved. She whipped out a tissue and blew her
nose.
Oh, God. She was crying? James hated intruding on her private moment, but
he couldn’t bear to see her upset. “Anna?”
She twisted her head. When she saw him, her tears-soaked lashes widened, and
she jumped. “James? What are you doing here?”
“I saw your audition.”
She smoothed away a wisp of hair on her cheek. “You did?”
He nodded, leaning forward. “You knocked them dead. Isn’t that what they
say in the acting world?”
She sniffed and cleared her throat. “You think I did well?”
“I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”
“Thanks. Doesn’t matter now anyway. Just a mix up. I thought I was
auditioning for a role in the play at the theater, but I wound up auditioning for a
singing server job. Like a waitress.” She pointed toward the ice cream parlor. “The audition for the touring company isn’t until later. Something happened to one or more members of the cast. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to take a temporary spot, but I’m hoping they ask me to join the company after they see mymagnificent performances.” She sent him an exaggerated wink.
A vein on his neck throbbed. I need you, he wanted to say. “You’ll do great,
but I heard them offer you the job here,” he said instead. “Didn’t you tell me about
a famous restaurant in New York City where the wait staff sing and perform? You
said that was an opportunity for unemployed actors. You could always take the ice
cream job, if you need the money.”
Anna tilted her head to the side and wrinkled her nose.
He couldn’t contain his smile. Whenever she had made that bewildered
expression in the past, he had found her particularly adorable.
“When did I tell you about that restaurant? We haven’t seen each other in
forever.”
“You told me at our tenth-year high school reunion last year. Don’t you
remember?” He never forgot a word she had said.

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Elizabeth John creates tender romances with a touch of intrigue.
She writes at sunrise before her busy day as an elementary
school teacher. Admittedly, she’s a TV and movie junkie and has
noble intentions to practice yoga daily. In her spare time, she
can be found walking her two rescue dogs, researching her
family’s ancestry, gardening, or relaxing at the beach with her
nose in a good book. She is a member of New Jersey Romance
Writers, Romance Writers of America, Liberty States Fiction
Writers, and Sisters in Crime.
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