Books with title I Like Stars

Beatrice Shakespeare Smith (“Bertie” for short) consorts daily with fairies, spirits, pirates, kings and queens. Left in infancy on the doorstep of the Theatre Illuminata, Bertie’s confidants and acquaintances step from the pages of plays. When the Theatre decides to evict her from her home of seventeen years, Bertie fights to stay where she is as the curtain goes up on a drama of longing and discovery- with Bertie searching out the well-concealed secrets of her past. Infused with the love of the theater, Lisa Mantchev’s first novel weaves a coming-of-age tale which is rich and sensual, screamingly funny, deeply mystical and ultimately joyous.

All her world’s a stageEnter Stage RightBeatrice Shakespeare Smith (Bertie): Our heroine.Nate: A dashing pirate who will do anything to protect Bertie.Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, and Peaseblossom: Four tiny, mischievous fairies, and Bertie’s loyal sidekicks.Ariel: A seductive air spirit. Disaster follows in his wake, but Bertie simply cannot resist him.Welcome to the Théâtre Illuminata, where the characters of every play ever written can be found behind the curtain. The actors are bound to the Théâtre by The Book, an ancient and magical tome of scripts. Bertie is not one of the actors, but they are her family. And she is about to lose them all because The Book has been threatened, and along with it the Théâtre. It’s the only home Bertie has ever known, and she has to find a way to save it. But first, there’s the small problem of two handsome men, both vying for her attention. The course of true love never did run smooth. . . .

“Underworld meets Dark City with a dash of romance. At the intersection of urban fantasy and science fiction, this gothic vampire alien mashup delivers a different kind of vampire.” D. S. Murphy, Author of The Scarlet Thread. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as monsters. But that’s a lie. We’re surrounded by them, and not just human monsters: vampires and the malevolent alien race that created them. Luckily there are good monsters too, like Ambrose—those that only feed on the blood of twisted men. Men like my father. I was as good as dead when Ambrose saved me. Against my better judgment, I’m falling for him. Given my past, such feelings are unacceptable, so I keep them buried. I tell myself I’m better off without them, without him—but that’s a lie, too. When a series of abductions draws Ambrose to the front lines of an interspecies war, I’m not sure which scares me most: telling him what he means to me, or losing him before I get the chance.