Seven for a Secret
1920’s Historical Fiction Meets Contemporary RomCom
Available August 12th
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It’s the year 2000, and twenty-four-year-old Kate moves into a new apartment to find a new state of independence in a new millennium. Almost immediately, she starts crushing on a hot guy who lives in her building. Deciding to take a break from her boyfriend Dexter, Kate believes the only thing now separating her from the fresh object of her sexual fantasies is the thin wall between their neighboring apartments.
A former 1920s hotel, Camden Court has housed many lonely lives over the decades—and is where a number of them have come to die. They’re not all resting in peace, however, including ninety-year-old Olive, who dropped dead in Kate’s apartment and continues to make her presence known.
For Olive has a secret she’s dying to tell. One linking her to the sex, scandal, and sacrifice of a young dreamer named Lon. As the past haunts the present, Kate’s romantic notion that the thrill-of-the-chase beats the reality-after-the-catch unexpectedly entwines her modern-day love life with Lon’s Jazz Age tragedy.
With a little supernatural and a lotta’ razzle-dazzle, Seven for a Secret is where historical fiction meets contemporary rom-com—from the Roaring Twenties when the “New Woman” was born, to the modern Noughties when she really came of age.
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Author Website: http://www.rumerhaven.com/
Rumer Haven is probably the most social reclusive person you could ever meet. When she’s not babbling her fool head off among friends and family, she’s pacified with a good story that she’s reading, writing, or revising—or binge-watching something on Netflix. A former teacher hailing from Chicago, she presently lives in London with her husband and probably a ghost or two. Rumer has always had a penchant for the past and paranormal, which inspires her writing to explore dimensions of time, love, and the soul. Seven for a Secret is her debut novel.
Main Character Casting
The characters of Seven for a Secret came to me of their own volition, with their own features and personalities, so I didn’t have any actors or other real-life people in mind when fleshing them out. But looking back at the story, I can definitely see some ideal talent to cast. They might need to dye their hair and/or wear colored contacts, but whatever. Here are their headshots:
KATE: Very attractive yet accessible, she has a self-deprecating sense of humor and is just as fun to grab a beer with in jeans as she is hot to trot in a little black dress. Give her toffee hair and brown eyes, and EMMA STONE is our modern leading lady.
DEXTER: Tall, lean, and handsome in a boy-next-door way, he is a sweet and silly guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. Give him aqua eyes and lighter brown hair, and ANDREW GARFIELD is our modern leading man.
LON: A rebel against his social class, he is an earnest gentleman and artist at heart who can’t hide his old-money grace beneath his blue-collar work clothes. Long and lean in stature with fair hair and blue eyes, brush out those F. Scott Fitzgerald waves and TOM HIDDLESTON is a worthy contender for our 1920s leading man.
EVA: A slave to her social class, she is new money but innately refined. Her head is in the stars, though, in search of something real. With her alabaster complexion and tall, svelte frame, just give her jade-green eyes and her Gatsby brown bob, and ELIZABETH DEBICKI could be our 1920s leading lady.
OLIVE: From an intelligent and quietly scheming adolescent to a brazen and bitter young woman of the night to an old spinster so maddened by her secrets that they follow her into the afterlife, she is a complicated (and creepy) piece of work. Give her long dark blond hair as a rich girl and a short black bob as a runaway–along with a piercing pair of pale green eyes–and SAOIRSE RONAN would make a compelling Ollie.
Likewise give GLORIA STUART green eyes and her Titanic hair and makeup, and we’ve got our elderly Olive.
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