Hollywood Temptation
by Scarlet Wilson
About
the book:
Hollywood surgeon Colt Travers needs a new receptionist ASAP. When the adorable—and completely broke—Selena Harris comes in needing stitches, he takes a risk and hires her on the spot. She can pay off her bill, and he won’t have to answer the phone anymore. They're opposites in every way, and she's exactly what he doesn’t want in a woman—impulsive, carefree, and amusing. He's trying to resist her, but the longer she's around, the further he sinks into temptation.
Hollywood surgeon Colt Travers needs a new receptionist ASAP. When the adorable—and completely broke—Selena Harris comes in needing stitches, he takes a risk and hires her on the spot. She can pay off her bill, and he won’t have to answer the phone anymore. They're opposites in every way, and she's exactly what he doesn’t want in a woman—impulsive, carefree, and amusing. He's trying to resist her, but the longer she's around, the further he sinks into temptation.
Selena never meant
to get herself in such deep financial straits. LA has way too much temptation,
from high-end shopping to gorgeous men, and now her life is in chaos. But Colt
is different—responsible and noble—and although their chemistry is off the
charts, he’s keeping her at arm’s length. She's determined to win his
trust--and his heart--but will the secrets she's desperately trying to hide
ruin their chance for a big Hollywood happy ending?
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Excerpt:
She rustled some papers in front of her. “I left a few letters on
your desk that need your signature.”
Her eyes kept flickering back and forth to him and she was
biting her lip. It was obvious she wanted to say
something else.
“What?” He folded his arms across his chest. “What is it?”
She tilted her head. “I noticed a few things in your office…”
“Such as?”
She spun her chair around so she was facing him, her arm
brushing against his knee. There was a mischievous glint
in her eye as she counted things off on her fingers. “Such as the
Captain Picard figure next to your computer. The signed
picture of Leonard Nimoy. The framed Firefly script on the wall,
next to the Star Wars cast photo.” She leaned forward, “But what
I really want to know is, is that a genuine Star Trek communicator
you’ve got in the glass case?”
Unexpected. Totally left field. A fellow sci-fi freak. Fantastic.
This woman just got better and better.
He laughed. “You’re every guy’s dream date, aren’t you?”
She started playing with the top button on her shirt,
deliberately twiddling it between her finger and thumb,
almost as if she were about to undo it… “Well, is it?”
He leaned forward. “You mean you didn’t try and pry the
glass apart to see?”
“Of course I did. Any self-respecting Trekkie would.” She
held up a finger to reveal a slightly bent nail.
“Unfortunately I didn’t have my sonic screwdriver with me.”
He wiped his brow in mock relief. “Thank goodness. You have
no idea what I had to do to get that.” He lifted his
eyebrows, “Or who I had to operate on.”
Her eyes widened, the excitement clearly visible. “Spill,” she
demanded.
He shook his head. “Oh no. My lips are sealed. I could tell
you, but then I’d need to kill you with my genuine
from-the-set light saber.”
She let out a shriek and jumped up from her seat. “You
haven’t?”
“I have.”
“Luke’s or Darth Vader’s?”
He winked. “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.
Hollywood secrets.”
There was something so nice about this. Someone else who
appreciated his love of all things sci-fi. And this
wasn’t some ploy to try and endear herself to him. No woman could possibly
know all these things without being a true fellow fan.
Finally someone he could talk to about who was the best
Star Trek captain, and which was the best Star Wars film.
The last woman he’d dated had given an obvious shiver of
distaste when she’d seen his collection - the kind that
made him feel like a high school geek. Not the most romantic
turn-on in the world.
Selena collapsed into the chair next to him and threw her
hands in the air. “If you’re not going to share, I’ll let
you know right now I’ll find a way of making you talk.”
He laughed. “Told you, my lips are sealed.”
She shook her head. “I should be finishing up. I’m getting
tired and want to get home and to bed.” She shot him a
sideways glance. “Home to watch my favorite episode of Star Trek
with the Borg.”
He tried not to grin. He couldn’t resist, no matter how hard
he tried. “Do you always go to bed early, Selena? You
don’t strike me as the type.” The smell of her perfume was drifting into his nostrils.
It was sultry. Something sensuous and spicy. Their gaze met. That green again. Even in this dim light
it was impressive. Kind of like the eyes you would expect on a temptress
or a siren, wooing men in just by looking at them. He
couldn’t stop smiling around her.
Nor could he stop the range of X-rated thoughts he was
having about her.
Helen would kill me. Twice, without a second thought.
Then there was the fact she was paying off a bill and the fact
she’d told him she’d just been dumped by her boyfriend.
The last thing he wanted was a rebound fling.
But he wasn’t listening. Not at all.
There was a glint of fire in her eyes and a devilish grin on her face. She was an experienced woman. She definitely knew the art
of flirtation. “What do I strike you as?”
He felt an instant response in his body—one that was entirely inappropriate for their surroundings. Since when did she sound so husky? Boy, she was good.
He felt an instant response in his body—one that was entirely inappropriate for their surroundings. Since when did she sound so husky? Boy, she was good.
Author
Bio:
Scarlet Wilson wrote her first story aged 8 and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of ‘Shirley and the Magic Purse’ with its army of mice, with names all beginning with the letter ‘m’. An avid reader Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to Sweet Valley, and many years later found romance novels.
Scarlet Wilson wrote her first story aged 8 and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of ‘Shirley and the Magic Purse’ with its army of mice, with names all beginning with the letter ‘m’. An avid reader Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to Sweet Valley, and many years later found romance novels.
Her fiancé has
never read one of her books but believes all the heroes are based on him. And
because he’s never read any of her books Scarlet is quite happy for him to keep
thinking that!
Scarlet writes for
Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical and Romance lines and Entangled Publishing.
Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.
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Great excerpt, sounds like a great read and I would love to read it. Entering under the name of Virginia
ReplyDeleteI love it when opposites attract!
ReplyDeleteOh, I laughed out loud when I read the Firefly comment. I loved that series too.
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