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A review by andreana_k
Between the Lines by Tammara Webber
3.0
I think I was just tricked into reading Rob and Kristen RPF.
If I wasn't convinced of it during the course of the book I absolutely was by the end when they had their Vanity Fair photo shoot.
The VF photographer is Virgil, one of those artists so well-known that a surname is unnecessary. He’s known for sensual, romantic photo spreads. Arranging Emma’s hair to cascade over my knee and pool on the blanket they’ve spread over the rough boards of the dock, he says, “Emma, at me. Reid, at her… longing, desire on your face.”
The next series has me perched on a stool while she sits on my lap, facing me, her legs locked around my hips. She’s making a concerted effort to keep her eyes averted—quite a feat in this position. “These are waist-up shots, but I need you guys close,” Virgil says. “Emma, arch into him.” Snap, snap, snap. “Good, now lean your head back, chin up.” Snap, snap.
“Back farther, eyes closed.” I press my mouth against her throat, and Virgil is euphoric. “Stunning.” Snap, snap.
The group shots are full of clowning around, some of which will make it into the spread, most of which won’t.
Despite the author having an obvious hard on for the Twilight actors this was an enjoyable read for what it was, teen chic lit. Better written than most fanfic and RPF but the plot reeks of a secret life in spend reading Twific. Surprisingly actually looking forward to the next book to see where Webber takes the characters.
If I wasn't convinced of it during the course of the book I absolutely was by the end when they had their Vanity Fair photo shoot.
The VF photographer is Virgil, one of those artists so well-known that a surname is unnecessary. He’s known for sensual, romantic photo spreads. Arranging Emma’s hair to cascade over my knee and pool on the blanket they’ve spread over the rough boards of the dock, he says, “Emma, at me. Reid, at her… longing, desire on your face.”
The next series has me perched on a stool while she sits on my lap, facing me, her legs locked around my hips. She’s making a concerted effort to keep her eyes averted—quite a feat in this position. “These are waist-up shots, but I need you guys close,” Virgil says. “Emma, arch into him.” Snap, snap, snap. “Good, now lean your head back, chin up.” Snap, snap.
“Back farther, eyes closed.” I press my mouth against her throat, and Virgil is euphoric. “Stunning.” Snap, snap.
The group shots are full of clowning around, some of which will make it into the spread, most of which won’t.
Despite the author having an obvious hard on for the Twilight actors this was an enjoyable read for what it was, teen chic lit. Better written than most fanfic and RPF but the plot reeks of a secret life in spend reading Twific. Surprisingly actually looking forward to the next book to see where Webber takes the characters.