Hollywood
Temptation
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.
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?
Hollywood
Temptation Links:
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.
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.
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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