Unforgettable
A Hollywood Love Story #1
By Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Out
November 3, 2015
Synopsis
FROM THE NEW YORK
TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THAT MAN, A NEW SERIES THAT WILL MAKE YOU
LAUGH, CRY, AND SWOON....
Brandon: I’ve just woken up from a life or death coma. And learned that not only am I Hollywood's number one heartthrob, but I’m also engaged to America's It Girl, Katrina Moore. She may be a blond goddess, but my mind can't remember shit. And my cock doesn't give a shit. Because my heart started beating for another the minute she came through the door.
Zoey: Screw Brandon Taylor. Recovering from his hit and run accident, my demanding, egotistical boss is more of a jerk than ever. And with those violet eyes, more ridiculously panty-melting beautiful. As his personal assistant, I have to attend to his every whim and need as well as contend with his stuck-up fiancée. Life isn’t easy for me. Despite my visible size, I’ve always been invisible. Maybe, the amnesiac is beginning to remember. A girl can dream. No man is more unforgettable...in every way.
Brandon: I’ve just woken up from a life or death coma. And learned that not only am I Hollywood's number one heartthrob, but I’m also engaged to America's It Girl, Katrina Moore. She may be a blond goddess, but my mind can't remember shit. And my cock doesn't give a shit. Because my heart started beating for another the minute she came through the door.
Zoey: Screw Brandon Taylor. Recovering from his hit and run accident, my demanding, egotistical boss is more of a jerk than ever. And with those violet eyes, more ridiculously panty-melting beautiful. As his personal assistant, I have to attend to his every whim and need as well as contend with his stuck-up fiancée. Life isn’t easy for me. Despite my visible size, I’ve always been invisible. Maybe, the amnesiac is beginning to remember. A girl can dream. No man is more unforgettable...in every way.
Join Brandon and
Zoey as their unlikely Hollywood fairy tale unfolds in three full-length books
releasing a month apart. From Los Angeles to the South of France, their love
story has it all—romance, passion, steamy hot sex, glitz and glamour, plus an
adorable little dog, and a murder that could unravel everything.
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Excerpt
Brandon’s bathroom is a spacious,
state-of-the-art retreat, and like the rest of the house, it offers dazzling
views of the city. Today, I can even see as far as the Pacific Ocean. There’s
an oversized whirlpool tub and a separate glass enclosed shower that’s
virtually the size of a room. A dozen people could easily fit inside it.
“Zoey, are you ready?” asks Brandon as he turns
on the shower. It’s one of those luxury hi-tech showers with a multitude of
knobs. To my wide-eyed amazement, the water gushes from the ceiling like a
waterfall. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. The room steams up
instantly.
“Take your shoes off.”
Kicking off my platforms, I’m having second
thoughts. Anxiety is pulsing through my bloodstream and my stomach is twisting.
But before I can change my mind, he takes me by my hand and leads me into the
stall. The water pounds on us, soaking us quickly. In a couple breaths, we’re
as wet as two drowned rats.
“This is kind of fun,” he laughs, shaking his
dripping wet mop of ebony hair out of his eyes.
“Yeah,” I laugh back, drinking in the contours
of his rippled muscles that strain against his drenched tee. I gleefully tilt
back my head and rake my fingers through my hair. Droplets of water catch on my
tongue. I’m reminded of being a little kid and running through the sprinklers
with my clothes on. It was something naughty and fun.
“Okay, now let’s get serious. Do you remember
your lines?”
I meet his glistening violet eyes. “Of course.”
“Good,” he says with a sexy lopsided smile.
Without fair warning, he flips me around. His powerful arms circle my waist and
draw me close to him. His hard body presses tight against mine. I can feel the
rise and fall of his chest. My heart pitter-patters, and I’m glad for the
forceful spray that washes out the sound.
“Now, remember. I’m Kurt Kussler and you’re my
beloved wife Alisha. We’re insanely in love. Two kindred souls united by body
and mind.”
I nod like a bobble-head doll. Words are stuck
behind a big lump in my throat. I just hope I can say my lines.
“Ready? Here goes.”
I nod again. I’m wired up. Every nerve in my
body is buzzing.
“Baby, did I ever tell you how sexy you are?”
Brandon, I mean Kurt, breathes into my ear.
“No.” Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I
try to remember this is just make-believe.
“Well, I’m telling it to you now, Mrs. Kussler.”
He parts my wet hair and, then wrapping his arms around me again, he nuzzles my
neck. I flinch in his brawny arms at the feeling of his soft lips touching down
on my flesh. Tingles swarm me.
And then he gropes my big tits, circling my
nipples with his thumbs. My buds instantly harden under my clingy wet tank and
another rush of tingly sparks descends to my sex. It’s as if my tits and my
pussy are connected by a power cord. Holy shit! He’s turned up the steam.
As called for by the script, I moan. But to be
honest, I can’t help it. As he continues to nibble my neck and tweak my tits,
my knees go weak. To my relief, an arm curls around my waist and holds me up. A
trail of kisses travels down my spine, sending a shiver up it despite the heat.
He lifts his other hand off my tit and cups the ample cheeks of my ass in his
palm. He squeezes and caresses them.
“I love every part of you,” he breathes against
my neck.
I’m so caught up in the scene I almost forget my
line. “You’re everything to me, Kurt.”
He draws me closer to him, and to my shock, he
slips the hand holding me up under the waistband of my skirt. His fingers slide
down my abdomen until they’re cupped over the crotch of my drenched cotton
undies, covering my pulsing pussy like a glove. Hissing, he leaves his hand
there for a few heated breaths, and then begins to rub my clit until the
sensitive bundle of nerves is a bubbling nub.
“Do you like this?”
Oh my God. Was this in the script? Am I supposed
to say something? I’ll just ad lib. “Oh yes. Please don’t stop.” My voice is a
breathy, desperate plea.
“Don’t worry, that’s not happening.” For real?
He continues to rub my clit vigorously. “You’re so hot, baby.”
I’m on fire. And if he only knew how really wet
I am. Soaked with lust and desire. My breathing grows harsh. I may either jump
out of my skin or faint. My burning need to come is consuming me. Taking over
every ounce of my being. To make matters worse, the hardness between his legs
grazes my backside. Holy cow! He’s as aroused as I am! Are we acting or is this
for real? The line is blurred in the haze of steam.
“I love you, Bra… um, uh Kurt.” Fuck. I almost
flubbed my line.
“The same, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
He flips me around so I’m facing him. His biceps
flex as his deft hands grip my bare upper arms. I soak in his impassioned face,
dripping with lust, his thick-lashed hooded eyes smoldering with desire. I
brush away a wisp of his slick hair that’s fallen into his eye. I think the
script called for that.
He tips up my chin with his thumb, his eyes
never losing contact with mine. His head moves forward. Holy smoke! He’s going
to kiss me! Maybe I missed that part in the script. My whole body quivers as
his lips touch down on mine. Oh my God! It’s a veritable movie star kiss—deep,
passionate, all-consuming. A kiss like none other. Thinking I may swoon, I moan
again into his mouth and dig my fingernails into his hard biceps. He bites down
on my lower lip, and then his tongue darts inside my parted mouth. It finds
mine and we tango like we’ve danced this way forever. Whirling and swirling, my
tongue follows his lead. I moan again—I’m not sure if that’s scripted, but I
just can’t help it. Every muscle in my body is trembling with anticipation and
desire. Without breaking the kiss, he draws me closer to him and starts
grinding against me.
“Alisha, my love, let’s make a baby.”
The baby they will never see. Alisha, of course,
doesn’t know this yet, and the pure emotional impact brings tears to my eyes.
They mingle with the stinging needles of water, cascading over us while my
character’s cherished husband and lover grinds harder and faster with urgency
and zeal, rubbing against my aching clit. It’s all pretend, yet it feels so
real. I can feel his swelling erection, straining against his soaked jeans and
pulsating against me. It’s so hard, so hot, so ready to come. Clutching his
shoulders, I fight the urge to slide a hand down to his fly and touch his
extraordinary length. A bizarre thought crosses my mind—dry humping someone has
never been this wet. I’m soaked through and through, so close to the edge.
There’s a hot ball of fire between my legs the water can’t quench, and on his
next thrust, I combust with a deafening scream of his name. I’m so enraptured,
I don’t know if I’ve shouted out Kurt or Brandon, but who cares when his face
contorts with pure ecstasy and he roars out, “Oh, baby.”
Fade to black. I free myself from him and lean
against the all-glass shower. Barely able to stand on my trembling legs, I
collapse into a squat. My pussy’s throbbing, my mind’s murky, and my heart’s
working hard. Brandon joins me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. Like mine,
his breathing is shallow. He looks as shell-shocked as I feel. In a cloud of
steam, we sit silently side by side, our bent legs touching, until our breaths
and heartbeats calm down. The shower’s still on, the forceful spray still
grazing us. The sound of the pounding water replaces the drum of my pulse in my
ears. Brandon finally breaks our long, stunned silence.
“Fuck. You’re a really good actress.”
“Thanks.” I don’t tell him I’ve had to be.
“Did you ever consider becoming one?”
I tell him I did and even took a few acting
lessons. “But the truth is, there aren’t enough parts around for a girl like me
so I decided to become a full-time masseuse.” I also don’t tell him that I took
his assistant position with the remote hope of breaking into the biz.
Twisting, he sweeps away a wet wisp of hair
that’s fallen into my eyes. “Well, I think you missed your calling.”
“Thanks.” My voice is a soft whisper.
“No, thank you. You really helped me. I’ve got
the scene down now.”
“No prob. That’s part of my job.” I pause. “You
were amazing.” Oh was he! My head is already set on instant replay.
He smiles. “I may need your help again. It’s
been rough getting back into the swing of things.”
“Sure. Anytime.” I’m in love with Kurt Kussler,
but I’m not supposed to fall for Brandon Taylor. That wasn’t in my job
description. And besides, he can never be mine. He was just acting. Nothing was
real. My heart grows heavy, soaked with reality.
Meet the Author
Nelle L'Amour is a NEW
YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los
Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a
bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment
and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave
up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with
her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and
pretend she's Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that
will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.
In addition to the Gloria’s
Secret Trilogy, she is the author of the bestselling THAT MAN series,
the Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire boxed set, and the highly
rated Amazon bestseller, Undying Love. Unforgettable, her latest
series, will be published in Fall 2015.
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