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Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood’s Perfect Husband is now Hollywood’s Sexiest Bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Watch out Los Angeles, there's a new bad boy in town. Summer Jenkins. That’s me, a small town girl stuck in Quincy, Georgia. I cook some mean chicken and dumplins, can bluff a grown man out of his savings in poker, and was voted Most Friendly my senior year. We were from different worlds. Our lives shouldn’t have collided. But then Cole Masten read a book about my small town. And six months later, his jet landed on our dusty airstrip, and he brought Hollywood with him. From the start, I knew he was trouble. For our town. And for me. Sometimes, opposites just aren’t meant to attract..
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EXCERPT
When the door to the production trailer burst open, it brought with it a wave of heat and beauty. Cole looked up from the storyboards and locked eyes with Summer, who blew across the room at him like a tornado on tilt. “There’s no love story between Ida and Royce.” Summer snapped, throwing down the script, pages fluttering down between them. In the small trailer, conversations stalled and he could feel the attention turn their way. “I’ve read the book. Three times!” It was good to know that someone had read the damn book. Cole glanced down at her temper tantrum of a mess and back up, raising his eyebrows mildly. “It’s a movie,” he said, turning back to the storyboards. “The writers are adding some excitement. It’s normal. You’d know that if you were in this business.” The dig was unnecessary but he couldn’t help it. This woman turned him into the devil. “I read the first script. The one you sent over with my contract. Ida and Royce hated each other. Why would Royce…” she snatched up a page from the ground and read out a line. “pushes Ida against the file cabinet and kisses her passionately.” She balled up the page and threw it down to the ground and he could see, in her eyes, the panic. Panic. An unexpected reaction. “We’ll use that,” Don made the dangerous move of stepping in, putting a soft hand on her shoulder. “You don’t understand. The passion from their hatred will make it hotter.” “No.” Summer said, her face hard, her eyes on Cole. “It doesn’t make it hotter. It makes it stupid.” “Aww… come on, Summer.” Cole chided, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to pull at her wrist. She fought him, yanking it back and the moment of their bodies meeting didn’t happen. He leaned down and whispered, right against her ear, the smell of her apple-scented lotion enough to make him want to empty out the production trailer right that moment. “Sure it does.” She jerked back and twisted away. “If he kisses me on camera I’m going to lose it.” She shot at Don, pointing an accusatory finger in Cole’s direction. “I know you will,” Cole laughed, crossing his arms to fight from reaching out. “You’ll fall apart under my mouth, baby.” Summer screamed in response, her hands thrown up in frustration, and spun to leave, her script left behind, the slam of the exit door loud in the full production trailer. “That went well,” Cole mused. He linked his hands and rested them on his head, rolling his shoulders back. Panic. She’d had panic in her eyes. F*ck. “What do you expect?” Don said. “You threw this on her without warning. I told you we should have met with her this morning, gone over the changes to prepare her. But no – you just wanted to dump it on her via call sheets and sides.” “Dump it on her? I was People’s Sexiest Man last year. She’s not mentally adjusting to a war camp for God’s sake. How hard is it to kiss me?” “It’s actually three kisses,” a dark-haired PA to his left pointed out. “And a grope.” He gave her a hard look and she withered a little. “I’ll go talk to her,” Don said. “Eileen, you shoot #4 and I’ll talk to Summer. I want to try to get #14 shot at eleven so let’s get our asses in gear and get this done.” “I’ll talk to her.” Cole stepped in. “You shoot #4 and I’ll talk to her.” “No,” Don snapped. “With my luck you two would make up and any authenticity to the scene would disappear. Just stay away from her and be ready at eleven.” Cole chewed on his cheek, then nodded. “Fine.” Don was right. He should stay away from her. Far. Far away.
REVIEW
RATING:
First things first, if you have read any of Alessandra’s
work before, you know how good she is with o-ho moments and surprises. This one
is not quite that. I would say it’s a bit of departure actually. Now if this is
your first Alessandra read, then you’re good, no expectations then, right?:p
Regardless, I think it will be or is quite a treat.
Cole is Hollywood royalty
whose marriage fell apart, travelled to Summer’s hometown for necessary reasons
on various levels. It’s an insta-hate/lust which made for very interesting
initial interactions which built to an intense connection.
Summer is your small-town gal with simple needs. For what
she experienced in that town, I’m actually surprised she stayed that long, but
she’s a survivor, that one. She bottled in a lot which made me question her
underachieving thoughts. But I knew I didn’t have to be in her shoes to get
her. And whether it felt like she was just settling for me, I appreciated that
those feelings didn’t extend to Cole. She knows her worth, she wasn’t
intimidated by Cole and his status, and ultimately, she understood him.
Cole is your Hollywood persona who’s used to certain things
until he realized things don’t quite operate the same outside of Hollywood . He’s got the
financial means to do anything really but going thru what he went thru made him
question a lot of things, including his feelings for Summer. At any rate, I don’t
think his heart stood a chance when it came to Summer. Oh Cole! For all his Hollywood ego, there was such vulnerability to some of
this thoughts, how can I not fall for him the way Summer did?!?
This is definitely one of those slow burn of a read but I
certainly didn’t mind it. There was a lot of narrative, especially in the
beginning. And this may not make sense but I found that despite the story not
fully original and the story not having the usual surprise that I’ve come to
associate with Alessandra’s writing, there is just something in her writing
that made this story unique on its own, whether it's its pace or the way the words are strung along.
There were funny introspections/interactions that caught me
off guard and I loved it. I got to see enough quirkiness that made Quincy , Summer’s
hometown, somewhat a character of its own. And best of all, there’s the passionate
exchanges.
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Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of ten novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for Cosmopolitan.com.
You can learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or Facebook.
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