All About ... Matthew James

   
  Matthew James is a literary Rock Star, at least to most people. He's famous in the written world, having authored over thirty novels, from middle grade, young adult, new adult and adult fiction. His organization - The MJ Association - donates specific titles to under-privileged children in the inner cities, as well as millions of dollars to various literary organizations throughout Canada. Some would claim he is pretentious, while others are completely enchanted.


Fun Facts:He's a dead ringer for Bradley Cooper - from a distanceAs a child, Matthew had dyslexia, something he fought hard to overcome with the guidance of an amazing learning coach; her name is mentioned in every book he writes as a sympathetic character of some formWrote his first novel at fifteen - Whatever Happened to Mrs. Codwell? a middle grade novel that won the prestigious Golden Apple AwardBy time he was thirty, he'd published twenty-one best sellers, and was named one of Canada's Most Influential PeopleWas once married, no childrenResides primarily in Calgary, but does have a house on the rocky shores of Vancouver Island, and one in the light house district on the east coast. Remains true to his Canadian rootsNo matter what Nate says, he does live an unpretentious life
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“Boys and girls,” the manager said a few minutes later. “May I present… Matthew James!”The crowd applauded wildly when Matthew’s name was called, and Aurora found herself momentarily caught up in the excitement as well. Turning in his direction, she saw him. Clearly comfortable in his own skin and exuding the confidence of a dozen men, he sauntered onto the stage, waving to his fans below. With a crisp white dress shirt and black jeans, he looked, well, like a rock star. Exceedingly handsome, with his long wavy hair blown off his tan and sculpted face. A hint of stubble gave him an older, sexy refined appeal. She clapped and cheered with the fans. Her attention on him as he walked across the stage and shook hands with the manager, his megawatt smile unavoidable. She forgot about her job, and her reason for working. People were getting pushy and trying to see, and a violent shove against her aching back, made her stumble and lose her footing. Tumbling to the ground, she closed her eyes as pain blanketed her. A loud voice boomed over the PA system. “Hey,” the voice said, “is that how we treat people? Pushing others out of the way?” Although the volume on the PA remained the same, the voice who held it became louder. “Are you okay?” She opened her eyes and there he stood. Right in front of her. His gorgeous hand outstretched. Following the line of his arm, upwards until she focused on his green eyes edged with the longest lashes she’d ever seen. He was even more gorgeous up-close, breathtaking really. Being so close to a real celebrity, she trembled as she accepted his hand. His perfectly soft and manicured hand. “Yes, I’m okay.” With his help, she stood back on her feet. He turned to the crowd while holding her hand. “This,” he pointed to her, “is not how I want you treating your fellow brothers and sisters. We are all on this Earth together, and need to watch out and protect each other. Help, not hurt.” He scanned the crowds. “Is everyone else okay?” The crowd cheered, and Aurora wanted to join in, forgetting for a moment she was part of the reason the people applauded. She went to clap and stopped – he still held her hand. A stab of pain, and she pulled free of his hand. She rubbed her back, which had long sailed past aching. It throbbed. “Now, my lovely lady,” he bowed to her, “please come with me on stage.”“I can’t,” she whispered, heat flooding her cheeks. “I’m working.” She bent down to retrieve her fallen hat. “She’s working,” he announced into his headset with a laugh that sung through the walls. “Well, my lady, that is correct. Today you will be helping me directly. I insist.” When he smiled at her, his teeth actually seemed to reflect the overhead lights. “I’m sure your bosses won’t mind either.” He flashed her a knee-buckling wink.