Ever wonder how often Brad
Pitt’s high school girlfriend must ponder jumping off a bridge? Ever think
about the girl that had her hooks in George Clooney before he took off for TV
stardom? How about Leonardo DiCaprio’s ex, or Johnny Depp’s first groupie, or
any number of young women who got left behind when their boyfriends set off for
greener pastures and eventually achieved unfathomable Hollywood fame?
My name is Layla Warren and I don’t need to
wonder about any of those things. I already know. Because years before Trip
Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen
sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.
This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only
to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are
mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve
as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone
could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.
In case you live under a rock and don't know who
Trip Wiley is, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of
every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely
gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very
desirable.
And not just to casting directors, either.
I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early
years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was
famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is
not a new concept.
I should know. I was one of them.
And my life hasn’t been the same since.
You know how sometimes, your high
school crush grows up to be an insanely famous movie star? Okay, probably not.
But I do. ~Layla Warren
Ten years later, all that is about to change.
In the summer of 2000, Layla Warren is enjoying
her career as a journalist in New York City (well, sort of), while Trip spends
most of his time grabbing Hollywood by the balls. In the days before what will
turn out to be his skyrocketing fame, they’ll find themselves confronted with
some life-altering choices.
Remember When 2 is the second story in an NA romance trilogy. It will
bring you back to that exuberant and riotous time of life in your twenties when
you struggled to figure out your place in the world and the person you were
meant to be…
…and the person you were meant to be with.
Read my 5 star review for Remember When 2 HERE
For part 2 please go
to Miss Constructed Reviews
Your top five smutty words that are instant mood killers?
In books or in bed?
LOL. I think I’ll just stick with the written word, here: Pussy. Milking.
Juices. Womb. Folds.
-Milking! WTF, is there a cow in the room?
Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars all the way,
baby.
-HELL YES STAR WARS!
We’ve all had dates from hell tell us about yours.
Oh jeez. It’s been
forever since I’ve been on a “date”. I’ve kissed some frogs though, in my day,
let me tell ya. I remember one night, some new guy showed up to my house to
pick me up and HONKED THE HORN from the driveway. I should have canceled right
then and there. I waited inside like a diva until he got the hint and came to
the door. The first thing he said when I got in the car was, “So. What do you
want to do tonight?” I was like, Dude. How ‘bout a little effort? He came up
with the brilliant (read: idiotic) plan to hit a frat party. But I was
nineteen. The idea wasn’t so bad. We
get there, and he proceeded to slam down about five drinks within the first ten
minutes. I had to remind him that he was DRIVING THAT NIGHT, so he stopped
downing shots in order to back me into a corner and sloppily make out with me.
About 3.5 seconds into our “first kiss”, he started groping at my bewbies. I
was like, “Alright. That’s it. This night is over.” He took me home and we
never went out again.
-Girl, that has to be one of the worst first dates ever!
Orgasm every five minutes or never again?
There is no right
answer to this question!
I had to consult
hubby on this one. Here’s our conversation:
Hubby: I love
orgasms. I’ll go with the five-minute one.
Me: Not a five-minute
orgasm. An orgasm every five minutes.
Hubby: Hmm. Yeah. I’m
still gonna go with that one.
Me: That would be fun
at first, but after like a day, wouldn’t it just get… exhausting?
Hubby: I’d learn to
live with it.
Me: You couldn’t ever
leave the house!
Hubby: Why would I
want to?
Favorite book and author?
Yikes. Another
impossible question. First one to pop into my head is always Catcher in the Rye. Cliché, I know. But
it truly was my favorite book for the longest time. Fave author: Judy Blume
gets the nod.
If you could have one super power for a day what would it
be?
Super-metabolism.
‘Nuff said.
-I want that super power too!
Sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?
I miss morning sex. I
love those still-half-asleep, is-this-a-dream sessions. After kids, it became
damn near impossible.
-Ugh, you're one of those morning people huh ;)
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Bad books doing
better than mine. ;)
-That bothers me too!
What’s the most you ever spent on a sex toy?
Ha! Ask my editor! We
went to that author event in NYC over the summer, and then hit The Pink
Pussycat Boutique afterward.
-I had to google that. Looks like my kind of place...lol
Favorite guilty pleasure?
Listening to “Call Me
Maybe”. I swear, I know it’s not cool, but that song comes on, and I can’t sing
loudly enough.
What’s your most embarrassing childhood memory?
One summer when I was
like ten, my cousins from out of town were leaving after their annual week-long
visit. It was tradition to run after their car until they hit the end of the
street. It was summer and I was barefoot, and there I was, running across the
grass to start chasing their car. I got to the edge of our property when I felt
a warm squish between my toes…
Apparently, some a-hole hadn’t cleaned up after their dog. Not only was it
mortifying, but it was completely gross! My mom hosed my foot off in the
driveway. Ewww.
Favorite movie quote?
Too many! I’ll give
you the first one that popped into my head, though:
“Now youse can’t leave.” ~A Bronx Tale.
Tell us something no one knows about you?
That I bought sex
toys in New York last month… Oh, wait.
What are you reading right now?
My own manuscript,
plus one I’ll be editing for an author friend after RW3 is released.
Anything you would like to add?
Just that I freaking
love you and this was fun. :)
-You have no idea how much I girl crush on you...shhh don't tell anyone.
Mood: Hungry
Listening to: My kids
fighting
Eating: Nothing yet!
(Eying up the leftover Chinese)
Drinking: Rolling
Rock
T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written
many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of
day. Her stories are geared toward readers
of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.
She likes pina coladas and getting caught in
the rain. She's not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about
herself in the third person.
A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides
there with her husband and two boys.
4 comments:
At the age of thirty-one?! :O
I have my suppositions and I think Tina is teasing us. :)
Can't wait for more. :)
A.
I LOVEEE THIS!!!
This was great! <3
HURRY UP BOOK!
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