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- Herausgeber: Velvet Ink Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Maya Thompson finally lands her dream job as a junior copywriter, but her first assignment comes with one major hurdle: Liam Carter, the agency’s sharp-eyed and notoriously tough art director. Their task is clear rebrand a small town’s historic theater with a campaign bold enough to secure the account, yet careful enough to honor its roots.
Late nights blur into quick banter over takeout and cluttered drafts. They argue over typefaces and layouts, but underneath the clashes, something steadier takes shape a partnership grounded in respect and an unwillingness to settle for shallow work. When the client shifts toward a glossy, soulless direction, Maya pushes back. Liam stands with her, risking his standing in the agency to protect the vision they’ve crafted together.
The higher the stakes climb, the more they risk losing jobs, credibility, and the chance to create work that truly matters. With the pitch looming and the town’s future on the line, they have to decide what’s worth fighting for.
Can Maya and Liam defend the theater’s story and still leave room for their own?
***
As with all of Love Brewed Here, their love story shows that sometimes the smallest places hold the biggest magic.
In every small town, there’s a spot that feels alive the hum of conversation, the scent of fresh coffee, the quiet corners where stories wait to unfold. Love Brewed Here is a series of clean, contemporary rom-coms set in welcoming cafés, cozy bookshops, and lively community spaces where dreams take shape as carefully as a latte poured by hand.
Each book stands on its own, following everyday people bakers, book lovers, artists, dreamers as they stumble into love in unexpected ways. A playful rivalry between two café owners. A romance sparked during a town festival. Childhood friends reuniting among crowded bookshelves. Every story blends gentle humor with tender moments, capturing the kind of connection that feels steady and real.
For readers who want warmth, laughter, and a guaranteed happy ending, Love Brewed Here celebrates life’s small joys and the charm of unexpected romance. Will you find your favorite love story waiting here?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Drafts, Deadlines, and You
A Creative Brief, a Stubborn Art Director, and the Romance No One Storyboarded
Love Brewed Here
Sophie Claire Whitmore
Copyright © 2025 by Sophie Claire Whitmore
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Thank you for reading this book. I hope you enjoy every page inside.
Table of Contents
Drafts, Deadlines, and You
Description
Chapter 1: Welcome to the War Room
Chapter 2: The Brief, the Crack, the Heartbeat
Chapter 3: Moodboards and Minefields
Chapter 4: Coffee, City Lights, and Compromise
Chapter 5: The Soul of the Screen
Chapter 6: The Client Rewrite
Chapter 7: Lines in the Layout
Chapter 8: Two Decks, One Choice
Chapter 9: The Room Where It Happens
Chapter 10: The Cost of Conviction
Chapter 11: A Marquee Lit on Purpose
Epilogue: One Year Later
Drafts, Deadlines, and You
Description
Maya Thompson finally lands her dream job as a junior copywriter, but her first assignment comes with one major hurdle: Liam Carter, the agency’s sharp-eyed and notoriously tough art director. Their task is clear rebrand a small town’s historic theater with a campaign bold enough to secure the account, yet careful enough to honor its roots.
Late nights blur into quick banter over takeout and cluttered drafts. They argue over typefaces and layouts, but underneath the clashes, something steadier takes shape a partnership grounded in respect and an unwillingness to settle for shallow work. When the client shifts toward a glossy, soulless direction, Maya pushes back. Liam stands with her, risking his standing in the agency to protect the vision they’ve crafted together.
The higher the stakes climb, the more they risk losing jobs, credibility, and the chance to create work that truly matters. With the pitch looming and the town’s future on the line, they have to decide what’s worth fighting for.
Can Maya and Liam defend the theater’s story and still leave room for their own?
***
As with all of Love Brewed Here, their love story shows that sometimes the smallest places hold the biggest magic.
In every small town, there’s a spot that feels alive the hum of conversation, the scent of fresh coffee, the quiet corners where stories wait to unfold. Love Brewed Here is a series of clean, contemporary rom-coms set in welcoming cafés, cozy bookshops, and lively community spaces where dreams take shape as carefully as a latte poured by hand.
Each book stands on its own, following everyday people bakers, book lovers, artists, dreamers as they stumble into love in unexpected ways. A playful rivalry between two café owners. A romance sparked during a town festival. Childhood friends reuniting among crowded bookshelves. Every story blends gentle humor with tender moments, capturing the kind of connection that feels steady and real.
For readers who want warmth, laughter, and a guaranteed happy ending, Love Brewed Here celebrates life’s small joys and the charm of unexpected romance. Will you find your favorite love story waiting here?
Chapter 1: Welcome to the War Room
I’d rehearsed my first-day smile in the mirror at least ten times that morning, trying to find the sweet spot between approachable and confident. Not too toothy, not too timid just enough to say, Hi, I belong here, even though I’m about to work under the art director everyone warns me about.
The agency’s lobby smelled like freshly brewed coffee and ambition. Framed posters of award-winning campaigns lined the walls, each screaming clever taglines and flawless color palettes. I’d dreamed of walking through these doors since college, but now my nerves were louder than my excitement.
A receptionist with sleek bangs handed me a visitor badge. “Maya Thompson? You’re starting with the Bracket Team, right? Your manager is on the third floor. Conference room called The War Room. Good luck.”
She said “good luck” with the kind of tone people used when they knew a storm was waiting upstairs. I swallowed hard and took the elevator, trying to ignore the fluttering panic in my chest.
The War Room wasn’t just a name it felt like stepping into the epicenter of a creative battlefield. Large corkboards lined the walls, plastered with swatches, printouts, and sticky notes. A giant whiteboard was scrawled with arrows and words like authentic, youthful, and NO clichés. At the far end of the room stood the man himself Liam Carter, the infamously stubborn art director.
He was taller than I expected, with a sharp jawline that looked carved from the same granite as his demeanor. His dark hair was just messy enough to suggest he’d been too focused on deadlines to care about a comb. When his gaze lifted from his sketchbook and landed on me, I felt like he sized up my entire existence in three seconds.
“You’re the new copywriter,” he said. It wasn’t a question just a statement in a tone that left no room for argument.
“Yes,” I replied, forcing my voice to sound steady. “Maya Thompson. It’s really great to ”
“Sit.” He gestured to a chair beside the corkboard, cutting off my polite attempt at conversation. “We’re already behind.”
Behind. Of course we were. Creative agencies are always behind. I sat down, clutching my notebook like it might shield me from whatever was about to happen.
He slid a thick folder across the table toward me. “The heritage theater rebrand. This is our priority. The client wants a pitch by Friday.”
“Friday? As in this Friday?” I flipped through the folder, scanning images of the old theater with its fading marquee, peeling paint, and a tagline that hadn’t been updated since the 1970s.
“Unless you know another Friday,” he said dryly, going back to his sketches.
Okay. So he had a sense of humor the biting kind that made you question whether you were actually supposed to laugh.
I took a breath. “I love this theater,” I said, surprising even myself with how quickly the words came out. “I grew up going there with my parents. It’s… special.”
That earned me a pause. He glanced up, studying me like I’d just said something that might actually matter. Then, without acknowledging my comment, he went back to drawing.
The silence stretched for a solid minute. I flipped through more pages, noting brand inconsistencies, outdated logos, and color palettes that looked like someone had spilled a box of crayons. “This place doesn’t need to become something new,” I blurted. “It needs to remember what it already is.”
His pencil froze. Slowly, he looked at me, and there was the faintest spark of interest in his eyes.
“Interesting,” he said finally. “Wrong, but interesting. Write that down. Maybe we’ll use it.”
I smirked. “Which part? Interesting or wrong?”
He almost smiled. Almost.
***
By lunch, my notebook was filled with ideas, half of which Liam had dismissed with a curt “Nope” or “Try again.” He had a way of shredding my concepts without making me feel worthless like he was pushing me to dig deeper instead of tossing me aside.
