Are you ready for a different kind of love story?
Meet Michael & Laine in this Hollywood themed second
chance romance by CD Reiss!
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Blurb
ONE movie star on the cusp of greatness
ONE broken girl who touched him
TEN years to forget her
A MILLION stories in Hollywood
I am not hurt.
I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I
had.
While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was
building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a
foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy.
This camera is all I have.
He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell
it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon
smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body,
but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me.
He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to
change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds.
Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen.
Excerpt #1
I stroked his hair, waist deep in peace, all worry gone for
the moment, and floating in no more than an ocean of gratitude. I must have
been more vulnerable than I realized, or he’d reopened some wound with his
kindness, because though my sweet reverie stayed, as the minutes passed, a
layer of need fitted itself on top of it.
I needed to tell him, if not the details, the outlines of
who I was.
“I want you to know,” I whispered, starting somewhere small,
then everything I didn’t want to say spilled out. “I have stuff. I’ve never
been to jail, but you know, it’s stuff, and it’s ugly, and it scares me.
Because, I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m… I’m just a mess. I’m not whole.
I’m a bunch of pieces of a person I cobbled together.” My eyes got wet when I thought
of the comparisons between us and that picture in my silverware drawer. “So if
you have to move on when you realize that, I’ll understand. You have an image,
and if anyone understands protecting a career, it’s me. I mean, I’ll be mad,
don’t get that wrong, but also.” I swallowed and blinked, shifting my head so
he wouldn’t feel the tear on his forehead. “I won’t blame you.”
I waited for an answer. Anything. A change in position or a
word on any subject. The weather. Sports. Something. But all he did was
breathe.
I smiled so wide, tears fell into my mouth. He was sleeping.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CD Reiss
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to
get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know,
that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough
for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs
of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an
ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los
Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and
“hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a
bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think
she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over
every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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