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Aubrey Evans is living every author’s dream; her sizzling romance novel is being turned into a blockbuster film. She would be celebrating this momentous event, if she wasn’t busy fighting over every tiny production detail with the maddeningly cavalier director, Kole Camden.
When news of their heated rivalry hits the gossip columns, drastic measures must be taken to save their sinking project. In an elaborate PR hoax, she is publicly linked to Greyson Meyers, the swoon-worthy star of her movie. A whirl-wind love affair is staged for the couple to mirror the steamy chapters of her own books.
Can the introverted author resist the charms of Hollywood’s sexiest leading man? Or will love find her in the City of Angels?
butterfly were to land on you, its touch would be so delicate that you would wonder
if it had really happened at all, or if it was merely your mind fantasizing
that such a rare beauty would honor you with the gift of their touch.”
such poetry temporarily short circuited my brain. Catching myself doing the
slack-jawed fan-girl thing, I quickly snapped my mouth shut and averted my gaze
to a nonthreatening cement turtle by the edge of the gazebo.
the turtle. “I think you’ve got it.”
last remaining shred of dignity, Greyson wasn’t done with his tutorial. He
closed the distance between us with a burning hunger blazing in his eyes. A hot
flush rose in my cheeks, creeping clear up to my earlobes as his sculpted body
skimmed against mine. Toned, rigid perfection only a few thin layers of fabric
My voice failed me, coming out in a raspy yelp.
this right.” Temptation, of the most carnal variety, emanated off of him. His focused
gaze followed the curve of my lips, the lift of one brow promising toe-curling
long time since someone had looked at me like that. Much less one of the
sexiest men on the planet. That almost never happened.
Paige, wouldn’t pull her to him.” Raising one hand, he traced the length of my
arm with two fingers.
he worked his way up. His skin never actually made contact, but whispered over
mine in an electrifying rush that rolled and built. Bowing his head, his silky locks
tickled my cheek. Hot breath teased over my collarbone, awakening a need so powerful
my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. Agonizingly slow, he raised his
head. The blissful torment of his lips teased over mine, setting the veil of
energy between us alive with desire.
crush her lips with his need,” he murmured against my mouth, “but would wait …
patiently for her to close that last … remaining … space.”