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Published by: Self Published
on August 22, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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HE’S A HOLLYWOOD SUPERSTAR. SHE’S LITERALLY THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
One of Hollywood’s A-listers, I have the movie industry in the palm of my hand. But if I’m going to stay at the top, my playboy image needs an overhaul. No more tabloid headlines. No more parties. And absolutely no more one night stands.
Filming for my latest blockbuster takes place on the coast of Maine and I’m determined to stay out of trouble. But trouble finds me when I run into Lana Kelly.
She doesn’t recognize me, she’s never heard of Matt Easton and my million dollar smile doesn’t work on her.
Ego shredded, I know I should keep my distance, but when I realize she’s my neighbor I know I’m toast. There’s no way I can resist temptation when it’s ten yards away.
She has a mouth designed for pleasure and legs that will wrap perfectly around my waist. She’s movie star beautiful and her body is made to be mine.
Getting Lana Kelly into my bed is harder than I’m used to. She’s not interested in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, but I’m determined to convince her the best place in the world is on the red carpet, holding my hand.
I could have any woman in the world, but all I want is the girl next door.
HOLLYWOOD SCANDAL is officially my absolute FAVORITE BOOK from author Louise Bay! From the time that this gem showed up on my Kindle, to the time where I had to say goodbye to these characters, I had the biggest smile on my face! Of course there were bouts of laughter and heartbreak within the story, I still felt such joy while riding along on Matt and Lana’s journey to their happily ever after. This small town girl-meet-major movie star romance had EVERYTHING I could have ever wanted in a contemporary FEEL GOOD romance. This sweet and sexy romance had EXPLOSIVE chemistry, an ENTERTAINING and ENGAGING storyline, and characters that will be VERY HARD to forget.
Louise Bay has a way of bringing her romances to life, and I enjoyed EVERY SINGLE SECOND of it. I want MORE from this author. I will ALWAYS crave more from her because she just GETS IT. She knows what us romance readers need in our stories, and she delivers ten-fold. Even though we are no stranger to this trope, Ms. Bay makes it her own and still manages to captivate her audience. I recommend ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that this author brings to the table!
It had been twenty-seven hours, ten minutes and roughly forty-five seconds since I’d arrived in Worthington, Maine, from LA. Which meant it had been twenty-seven hours, ten minutes and roughly fifty-five seconds since I’d last been recognized.
My heart rate was 132 and the muscles in my thighs had begun to burn but I kept running, taking in the fresh sea air. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d run outside. Most of the time it was just too goddamn hot in Los Angeles, though the freaking heat was the least of my problems. Being chased by fans, or worse, the paparazzi, was the bigger issue. But, apparently nobody in Maine went to the movies.
I should have been grateful. After all, fame was simply a byproduct of being a successful Hollywood actor, although some stars loved the attention. They kept the paparazzi on speed dial and let them know whenever they were stepping out for a hike. For me, the fame came with the territory and I put up with it because the upside outweighed the down. I liked that I could run here, but anonymity wasn’t worth giving up on success. Fame was a price I was willing to pay.
I shivered as a huge gray cloud slid across the sky like the alien aircraft straight out of Independence Day. Fuck. That seemed ominous.
I’d marked out a route before I left, so I crossed the street and headed toward the park I knew was a shortcut back to my rental. As I passed the entrance gate, my cell vibrated in my pocket. Shit, my agent. I slowed to a walk and answered.
“Hey, Brian,” I said, the crack of thunder from above nearly drowning me out.
“Where the fuck are you?” Brian asked.
Big, fat drops of rain began to splatter the path leading through the park. I was about to get drenched. “In a thunderstorm. What’s up?”
I scanned the park and spotted a small white gazebo. I headed toward it, hoping I’d be able to finish the conversation without my cell getting waterlogged.
“So, I got a call from Anthony Scott. He loved you in Vanity Fair. Wanted to know what your schedule looked like eighteen months from now.”
Wow. Anthony Scott had a way of turning things into box office gold. I couldn’t say I loved his movies, but an Anthony Scott film would be the next step up—a well-respected director, a sure-fire hit. “What project is he thinking about?”
“Who the fuck cares? If Anthony Scott wants you, that’s all you need to know. This is proof that your reputation is beginning to bounce back from your past indiscretions and that you’re on track.”
Indiscretions. Right. Nice of Brian to put it so delicately, when we both knew I’d lost sight of my goal when I wrapped my third leading role and cashed the corresponding huge paycheck. I’d partied way too hard. Drunk too much, known far too many women. It was almost as if I’d forgotten who I was and where I’d come from.
My dad and Brian had pulled me back just before I’d managed to ruin a bright career and future. The last eighteen months I’d rediscovered my focus and worked non-stop. I’d had two hit movies and a cover of Vanity Fair. Everything was coming together. My indiscretions, as Brian discreetly called that dark period, had been a bump in the road that I knew I was over, though I was still having to convince everyone else that I wasn’t about to go back there again.
“Did you hear me, Matt?”
“I heard you.” Climbing the steps of the bandstand, I glanced out over the ocean. The sky covered in clouds, the water looked darker than I’d seen it before. More dangerous. “That’s great news.” I turned to find a woman marching toward me. So much for not being recognized. I pushed my damp hair out of my face and took a breath, ready to smile sweetly when asked for an autograph.
As she got closer, her damp clothes showed off the body of a fifties movie star—all small waist and great legs. Her shirt, weighed down with rain, accentuated her dangerously tempting breasts. Long, dark, wet hair clung against alabaster skin. Her soaked-through skirt treated me to a view of firm thighs and the lacy outline of her panties.
Fuck, it was like the weather wanted me to see her pussy.