Synopsis
Victoria
Winstead. My parents are the reigning
King and Queen of Hollywood and since I am their only child, that clearly means
I am a pampered princess who is accustomed to getting everything I want, when I
want it, and how I want it…and right now, I want the most coveted role in
Hollywood. Only one thing stands in my
way.
Grayson
Leman. This bastard is the only son of
the reigning Prince and Princess of Hollywood and I hate everything about him,
always have and always will. Our
families have a history and it isn’t pretty. It’s ugly, Hollywood style. Oh yeah, he’s the one thing standing in my
way.
Annabelle
Hutchinson. She’s the creation of a
writing trio that has managed to rock the entire female population with their
erotica novel, Dark Lovers. They have
single-handedly brought mommy porn front and center and made it not only
acceptable but sexy as hell. A movie
deal was made and I am literally (this is embarrassing to say) having to
actually fight for something for the first time in my life.
Not to
worry, though…I am Hollywood Royalty.
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Excerpt
“You leaving
in the morning, Gabe? Or staying the
day?” His band members got up and shook
his hand as he started to leave. They
didn’t tease him, but I could tell they wanted to. Badly.
“I’m
staying. I’ll see you Sunday night.”
“Great. Okay.
You guys have an…an exciting night.”
He was stalling. I swear he was
stalling.
Honestly
folks, I didn’t want to say anything. It
had been my vow to myself to give him the silent treatment all evening
long. I had done so well. I should probably be nominated for an Oscar
for my performance. Not one time did I lean in to sniff his intoxicating scent. Nope, I didn’t. Nor did I allow my gaze to stray toward that
body that was made for nothing but pure undiluted sin. Nope, the only time I
looked at him was to roll my eyes or
glare. Ignoring him had been my only
task for the evening. I had been an
awesome bitch…up until now. For some
reason, unknown to me, I couldn’t stop the word from slipping between my lips
as he turned to walk away.
“Pussy.”
Memphis had
to struggle to keep the full blown smile from covering her face. Gabe didn’t even try to hide his
reaction. He slammed his fist on the
table. The rest of the table just looked
shocked and appalled by my outburst. I
felt a blush start to stain my cheeks and I fought furiously to clamp down on
the feeling. I didn’t need to feel bad
for being mean to him or embarrassing him.
He, my friends, is the enemy.
Yet, I wasn’t really as proud of myself like I’d always imagined I would
be in a situation like this.
He stopped
walking and stood with his back to us for several long, intimidating
seconds. From the way the muscles in his
back quivered, I believe he was trying to control his temper. Oh, well.
I wasn’t really worried. It isn’t
like Mister Boy Scout would ever hit a girl, right? I felt myself start to fidget when he just
stood there. We had also caught the
attention of several of the patrons that were seated around us. In fact, I believe we were making quite the
spectacle of ourselves.
“Just go,
Grayson. Don’t do it,” Gabe
pleaded. He glared at me in
disgust. “You don’t have anything to
prove, especially to her.”
Finally,
Grayson slowly turned around and looked me dead in the face…hard. This time, I definitely started fidgeting in
my seat. His intense stare was
breathtaking with his bright blue eyes and girly lashes. God, did I mention how hot he was? “What did you say to me?” he asked
quietly. When he’d been on stage
singing, his voice had sounded like hot whiskey – now he sounded cold and
furious. Well, he could just get over
himself. I didn’t like him. I wasn’t trying to be his friend or suck up
to him to get him to star in their movie.
I, my dear friends, didn’t give a flying fuck what he thought about me.
“She called
you a pussy, dude.” Gabe answered loudly
when I failed to answer promptly enough to suit him. Of course, when Gabe said it, everyone within
a ten mile radius heard him. I was
seriously getting tired of dear ole Gabe, really fast.
Grayson’s
jaw ticked and his mouth formed a frown that didn’t do a damned thing to make
him unattractive. I guess this is why
our families had always worked so hard to keep us apart from each other. He was hot enough that I wouldn’t be able to
keep my hands to myself and I was bitchy enough that my very touch would soil
his pure skin.
“Yep, I
called you a pussy, Grayson. Got a
problem with that?” I sounded a lot
tougher on the outside than I was feeling on the inside. It actually bothered me to be mean to him and
I had no clue why.
“Yea, I
guess I do,” he answered with a lazy shrug of his perfectly shaped
shoulders—you know, not too much muscle but just enough to make a girl
swoon? “Actually, I have a problem with
how you’ve treated me all night long,” he explained as he closed the distance
between us with a determined stride.
Once he was close enough, he grabbed his vacated chair, swirled it
around, slammed it right up against my knee, and straddled it. When we were practically eye to eye, he
continued, “I’m pretty sure I’ve never done anything to offend you personally,
but you still act like a bitch. Why is
that, Vic? Are you afraid of me?” His voice was low enough that I was the only
one that could hear him unless people rudely moved in closer. I knew they wanted to, but they didn’t. Actually, Memphis wouldn’t let them. It was a good thing Memphis could multi task
because she was having to keep other patrons away from us and keep Gabe in line
at the same time. Gabe was even more
furious than Grayson was and that made about as much sense as the way I felt
with Grayson being so close to me.
“Afraid of
you? Mister Boy Scout? I seriously doubt that,” I answered
smugly. “I just don’t like you.”
“You don’t
know me.”
Well, he had
me there, but I didn’t intend to back down.
“I don’t have to know you to not like you. Don’t let it hurt your feelings,
sweetie. Are you going to cry like your
mommy did?”
Yea, I went
there. The minute I did, I wished I
hadn’t. Too late. I watched many emotions cross through those
blue eyes—hurt, anger, surprise, lust…
He tilted
his head to the side and studied me like I was some kind of sideshow
freak. I could tell he was pondering
something. Maybe punching me in the face and seeing if he could make me
cry? Right when I was about to cave and apologize, he leaned in
and whispered in my ear, “You want to make me scream, don’t you, Vic? You want to hurt me?” I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck
and sending waves of desire rushing through me.
Actually, those waves had started the minute he had gotten close to me.
It was his hot breath or the way his tongue almost touched my ear when he
spoke. “You wanna do it on stage? How brave are you?”
Meet
the Author
TS McKinney
lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the
countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business
but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.
Creating
wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him
that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun
and naughty entertainment.
When not
working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend her time with her family and
forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow her to
redecorate their house…and listen to her naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.
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