New Release, Review + Giveaway: Broadway Beans by Karen Cimms

Title: Broadway Beans
Author: Karen Cimms
Publisher: Lone Sparrow Press
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
Blurb
Aiden Winchester: Call it self-preservation, but I need to get
out of Hollywood. My heart’s just been shredded by my longtime girlfriend.
Worse yet, we have to pretend we’re still America’s sweethearts until after our
next picture is released. With the next six months looking more like
American Horror Story than a Lifetime
channel love story, I’m heading east to make my stage debut.
Broadway,
here I come.
Franky Marchesi: I love my close-knit Italian family. I’d
probably love them a lot more if they weren’t in my face all the time. So when
my best friend begs me to move into her Upper West Side brownstone—rent free—to
take care of her new pup whenever she travels, I’d be crazy to say no. But
while my living expenses are covered, I still need to make some money if I’m
ever going to save enough for college. So with a little luck and no experience,
I land a job as a barista at Broadway Beans, a coffee shop in the theater
district. But on my first day, I almost kill the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
With a latte. Who knew making over-priced coffee could be so difficult?
It’s a hell
of a great way to meet someone though.


A
modern-day “Moonstruck,” BROADWAY BEANS is a friends-to-lovers romantic comedy.

FIVE 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Britt!

Broadway Beans is chock full of as much humor and sweetness as it is drama and swoon. I found myself quickly hooked to Aiden and Franky’s story and devoured this book in one sitting. With everything you’d want in a good movie star romance and more you’re guaranteed to fall in love with these two. Along with the sweet swoony romance you get great banter, some seriously funny moments and that perfect bit of angst to really tug at your heart.

I adored Franky from the start. She’s all sass and smarts making her a ton of fun to read. That along with her sometimes frustrating but loving giant Italian family, especially her Nonna is what really hooked me in the beginning. Aiden is the polar opposite of Franky. Coming from two famous parents and being a movie star in his own right he’s escaping to New York to try his hand at Broadway while Franky is just trying to get enough freedom to finally attend college at 24. Coming from completely different worlds did nothing to stop the perfect chemistry these two have though. The instant sparks become an adorable friendship that soon grows into a deep love. With major hurdles coming at them you’ll be glued to the pages dying to know what’s coming and trust me, it’s worth it.

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Excerpt
It was
nearly two o’clock when we stopped in front of an Italian deli. The entire
scene looked like a movie set. Kids played in the street. Old women in black
coats and kerchiefs waited on a bench in front of a bus stop. A group of
teenagers hung out on the street corner, wearing flat-brimmed baseball caps and
blasting hip-hop music until a woman opened a window from the second story of a
nearby building and threatened to call the cops.
And all
this in temperatures that had my nose at a near-constant drip and my blood
turning to slush.
The driver
opened his door to step out, but Franky was already out of the car.
“Don’t
sweat it,” I said, patting him on the shoulder. “Thanks for catching my signal
earlier.”
“No
problem, sir. What time would you like me to return?”
I didn’t
have a clue. Dinner with my parents was usually an hour tops if I could help
it. But I already knew Franky’s family was nothing like mine.
“I don’t
know. Let’s say around six. If it will be any earlier or later, I’ll call.
Otherwise, meet us here.”
I slid
across the seat and joined Franky on the sidewalk.
“Now
listen.” She squinted up at me, her eyes lit by the sun, reflecting the richest
dark chocolate and a kaleidoscope of greens and golds. “I texted my mother
already to let her know you were coming. I told her we were friends but because
you’re a guy, they’re going to jump to conclusions. My dad will probably give
you the stink eye and look threatening. My brother will say something stupid
because he can’t help himself. My mother will ask you a million questions. And
my nonna will say something wildly inappropriate, but since she only speaks
Italian, you won’t even realize it.” She hoisted her bag over her shoulder and
tucked a curl behind her ear. “And that’s a heads-up for who I know will be
here. There can be any number of aunts, uncles, or cousins showing up to
dinner. My Uncle Al and Aunt Pip will probably be here with their kids. They
live at the end of the block. And probably my Uncle Gae.”
“He’s gay?”
She waved
her hand. “No. Gae. Gaetano. But everyone calls him Gae.” She moved in closer,
as if there were a chance someone on the street might hear what she was about
to say.
“Uncle Gae
has a couple of little . . . quirks. From the war. He has a
nervous tic, so he might look like he’s winking at you, but he’s not. It’s
pretty obvious, especially if he’s nervous or irritated. He tends to yank his
shoulder up when he does it. Just don’t stare at him. It makes him angry, and
when he gets angry, he starts to turn in these little half-circles.” She began
to demonstrate, turning first one way and then the other. With a limp, which
she’d failed to mention.
I couldn’t
help it. I laughed. She had to be pulling my leg, from the foul-mouthed
grandmother to the shell-shocked uncle.
She stopped
spinning and glared at me.
“You think
it’s funny my Uncle Gae was hurt fighting Mussolini?”
“Mussolini?
You have an uncle old enough to have fought in World War II?”
“Great-uncle.
He’s my nonna’s oldest brother.”
Had I
always been such a jerk, or was it something that unveiled itself only in cold
weather? It seemed that since I’d arrived in New York, I was saying and doing
the stupidest things.
I swallowed
and schooled my face to look remorseful. “I’m sorry. I would never laugh at a
war hero.”
“Hero?” The
way she looked at me, you’d think I’d shoved my foot farther down my throat.
“Who said anything about being a hero? He was trying to save wine casks near
Bologna when Allied artillery fire blew up the building where they were stored.
He’s an idiot. But he’s family.”
She gave me
a baleful stare and shook her head.
A window
opened overhead and an attractive older woman leaned out. “Francesca! You gonna
stand there all day or are you coming inside? You want we should starve waiting
for you?”
With her
hand shielding her eyes, Franky hollered back.
“We’re
coming! Jeez.” She could be very loud for such a little girl.
“You
ready?” she asked, squinting up at me.
“Honestly,
I’m not sure.” I glanced overhead as the window snapped shut with a bang.
“You’ll be
fine. Just don’t let them get you all flustered. If they spot any weakness,
that’s when they’re most likely to attack.”
Author Bio
Karen Cimms
is a contemporary romance writer, editor, and music lover. She was born and
raised in New Jersey and still thinks of the Garden State as home. She began
her career at an early age rewriting the endings to her favorite books. It was
a mostly unsuccessful endeavor, but she likes to think she invented fanfiction.
Karen is
married to her favorite lead guitar player. Her children enjoy tormenting her
with countless pranks because they love her, or so they say. She currently
lives in Northeast Pennsylvania, although her heart is usually in Maine.
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