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.
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?
rustled some papers in front of her. “I left a few letters on
desk that need your signature.”
eyes kept flickering back and forth to him and she was
her lip. It was obvious she wanted to say something else.
He folded his arms across his chest. “What is it?”
tilted her head. “I noticed a few things in your office…”
spun her chair around so she was facing him, her arm
against his knee. There was a mischievous glint in
eye as she counted things off on her fingers. “Such as the
Picard figure next to your computer. The signed picture
Leonard Nimoy. The framed Firefly script on the wall, next to
Star Wars cast photo.” She leaned forward, “But what I really
to know is, is that a genuine Star Trek communicator you’ve
in the glass case?”
Totally left field. A fellow sci-fi freak. Fantastic.
woman just got better and better.
laughed. “You’re every guy’s dream date, aren’t you?”
started playing with the top button on her shirt,
twiddling it between her finger and thumb, almost as
she were about to undo it… “Well, is it?”
leaned forward. “You mean you didn’t try and pry the
apart to see?”
course I did. Any self-respecting Trekkie would.” She
up a finger to reveal a slightly bent nail. “Unfortunately I
have my sonic screwdriver with me.”
wiped his brow in mock relief. “Thank goodness. You have
idea what I had to do to get that.” He lifted his eyebrows, “Or
I had to operate on.”
eyes widened, the excitement clearly visible. “Spill,” she
shook his head. “Oh no. My lips are sealed. I could tell
but then I’d need to kill you with my genuine from-the-set
let out a shriek and jumped up from her seat. “You
or Darth Vader’s?”
winked. “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.
was something so nice about this. Someone else who
his love of all things sci-fi. And this wasn’t some ploy
try and endear herself to him. No woman could possibly know
these things without being a true fellow fan.
someone he could talk to about who was the best Star
captain, and which was the best Star Wars film.
last woman he’d dated had given an obvious shiver of
when she’d seen his collection - the kind that made him
like a high school geek. Not the most romantic turn-on in the
collapsed into the chair next to him and threw her
in the air. “If you’re not going to share, I’ll let you know
now I’ll find a way of making you talk.”
laughed. “Told you, my lips are sealed.”
shook her head. “I should be finishing up. I’m getting
and want to get home and to bed.” She shot him a sideways
“Home to watch my favorite episode of Star Trek with the
tried not to grin. He couldn’t resist, no matter how hard
tried. “Do you always go to bed early, Selena? You don’t strike
as the type.”
smell of her perfume was drifting into his nostrils. It was
Something sensuous and spicy.
gaze met. That green again. Even in this dim light it was
Kind of like the eyes you would expect on a temptress
a siren, wooing men in just by looking at them. He couldn’t stop
could he stop the range of X-rated thoughts he was
would kill me. Twice, without a second thought.
there was the fact she was paying off a bill and the fact
told him she’d just been dumped by her boyfriend. The last
he wanted was a rebound fling.
he wasn’t listening. Not at all.
was a glint of fire in her eyes and a devilish grin on her
She was an experienced woman. She definitely knew the art
flirtation. “What do I strike you as?”
felt an instant response in his body—one that was entirely
for their surroundings. Since when did she sound so
Boy, she was good.
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.
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!
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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