Review: Public Relations - Vilma Iris | Lifestyle Blogger

Young PR star Rose Reed is thrown into the big leagues when her boss leaves town the day of the firm’s meeting with Archie Fox, a young, hot, internationally famous British singer-songwriter. The meeting is going badly until Rose suggests a staged romance with up-and-coming, young indie star Raya. He’ll do it, but only if Rose becomes his publicist.

As the faux-mance between Archie and Raya begins to rehabilitate Archie’s faltering career, Rose finds his herself having unexpected, inconvenient and definitely unprofessional feelings for the crooner. But do late night texts and impromptu burrito binges mean he feels the same? In the end, Rose will have to decide whether to let her fantasy crush go, or to risk her reputation to be with the charming, handsome, scoundrel-y but sweet pop star she’s grown to love.

With a razor-sharp voice full of wry humor, Public Relations is a fun-filled glimpse behind the curtain of the PR machines that create our favorite celebrities.

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Public Relations
By Katie Heaney & Arianna Rebolini

Review: Public Relations

A young and talented PR associate lands an opportunity of a lifetime working with a British rock star. When her boss travels unexpectedly, Rose Reed is asked to take notes in a meeting with Archie Fox—a young, hot, widely lusted-after pop star in dire need of an image refresh. But when the meeting goes south, Rose can’t help but offer up a suggestion—a faux romance with up-and-coming indie singer, Raya.

What Rose didn’t expect was to spend so much time with Archie. More surprising is the fact that their time together seems so effortless, so much fun. So when Archie and Raya’s relationship escalates under the flash of lights, Rose can’t help but wonder how much is staged, and how much is real. Worse yet, she doesn’t understand why she feels the unmistakable pang of jealousy.

But late-night outings and phone calls whisper the possibility of something more. Could a celebrity like Archie fall for a girl like her?

This modern-day fairy tale shines brightly with fun-to-read characters and a no-fuss narrative that feels surprisingly fresh. I loved that I smiled throughout, that I couldn’t put the book down because it was simply the best escape. Full of charm and wit, Public Relations is a must-read for rom-com and celebrity romance junkies alike.

Jesus. Delete. I closed the app.

My suspicion was that Harper’s continued optimism for Tinder was made possible by the fact that she was only talking to and dating women. She had her own romantic woes, of course, but I couldn’t imagine a woman opening up a dialogue with a smiley‑faced offer for a trip to third base. But maybe I was wrong! And maybe that kind of thing was exactly what this app was meant for; what dating in one’s twenties was destined to be. Maybe I was the one doing it wrong, and Harper was right, maybe Mr. Smiley was genuinely concerned about my stress level. But would he be worth the risk and hassle of finding out? I doubted it.

I settled into the couch and pulled my computer back onto my lap, reopening the Chloe‑Archie window. They looked happy. The evidence was there: the way they gazed into each other’s eyes on red carpets, the way he held her bag while they walked down the Venice boardwalk. I, more than most people, knew that the majority of celebrity relationships could be manufactured to look real, but this one looked really real. Except, of course, for the little fact that Chloe ended up leaving Archie for a different co‑star, whose baby she was pregnant with now. It didn’t matter so much if it was real or fake; it was over. All the available evidence suggested that love—natural or staged—was simply too fragile to last.

I was opening up a new window when my phone vibrated right off my laptop. I caught it before it fell—unknown number. I stared at the screen. As a rule, I let unknown numbers go to voicemail, and then let those voicemails pile up until, months later, I deleted them all in one fell swoop. But it was well past midnight—what if something was wrong? Wasn’t this exactly the time people called with emergencies?

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