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actress Deb Atkins hasn’t allowed her glamorous lifestyle to go to her
head. She owes this to her wonderful family, who keeps her grounded.
So, for Deb, not just any man will do, especially if he’s part of the
Hollywood elite. Most actors have one thing on their mind, and happily
ever after isn’t it.
Until she meets Zach Sparks, her new co-star.
Zach Sparks is famous not just for his acting skills, but his quick wit
and good looks. One glance at Deb, and he's smitten. After a drunken
night at a Vegas premiere after-party, one thing leads to another. The
Deb is appalled by her actions. So much so,
she and Zach can't get along on the set. Their producer demands they
spend Christmas holidays together to work out their differences or
they're both fired. Driven by selfish motivations, they don't expect to
fall in love over Christmas or for their marriage to turn into a real
one. But can their tenuous relationship withstand a bigger test than
either of them ever imagined?
Excerpt: “It doesn’t have to
end,” she said, stepping into his embrace. “Hold me,” she demanded and
looked as his full lips curled into a satisfied smile. “What…” He cleared his throat. “What are you doing?” “I’m saying the photographers don’t exist. I want you to kiss me.”
Zach’s eyes narrowed, although she detected a hint of a smile in their
depths. She could feel the evidence against her stomach that he, indeed,
wanted her. But photographs were being taken too rapidly at this point
to think clearly. “You think they don’t already have a juicy story just
by the way we’re standing and looking at each other, wearing our wedding
rings?” “Probably.” But he still didn’t move to kiss her. “Then let’s give ’em a show,” she said Zach cracked one of those disbelieving smiles and glanced toward the cameras. “You guys want us to give you what you’re after?”
A chorus of “yeahs” erupted and Zach smiled, twirling her around so the
majority of the crowd could get a good view. Deb grinned up at him,
loving this fun side. “Hey, you!” Zach said as he pointed to a particular photographer. “What kind of shot will get you the most money?” “Kiss her!” The others chimed in. “Feel her up!” the photographer called with a grin. Zach looked down at her, pure mischief dancing in the depths of his eyes. “You’re giving me permission to do this?” She shrugged. “Why not? We can always claim later it was a set up.”
He frowned. “Why? No reason for us to be ashamed. I’ve felt you up
plenty before. And we are married.” Winking, he pulled her flush against
him. “Everybody ready?” he called without taking his eyes off her. “I’m ready,” Deb whispered. Her body throbbed for his touch.
With cameras perched, Zach kissed her. His tongue danced, mocking his
mood, and she tried to catch him. Each time she thought he would settle
in for a melting kiss, he withdrew and started all over again. The crowd
voiced their displeasure. Silently, Deb booed too. Tearing away, Zach held his hand up. “Hold on, guys. We’re just getting warmed up.”
Deb grinned and shook her head. Zach’s mouth settled over hers quietly.
The photographers melted away. His hands were at the base of her spine,
holding her close. Without much effort, she rubbed discreetly against
him and he responded accordingly. His kiss turned hot and fervent.
When each breath came quicker than the last and she felt out of control,
the cheering brought her back to the present. Since Zach appeared to be
more engrossed in other matters — like making her knees go weak — she
reached around him and squeezed his butt. The crowd called out loudly
and flashes were like strobe lights behind her lids. Zach pulled away, throwing his head back and laughing heartily. “You amaze me, Deb. That’s what I love about you.” Deb smiled back at him as he kissed her once more before they waved to the crowd and left.
TAYLOR is a freelance editor, author and business owner. She spends her
time making other authors’ dreams come true at Astraea Press as Editor
in Chief and Owner. Stephanie opened Astraea Press because of the lack
of non-erotic book publishers and has finally found a home for her
Stephanie has a doctorate in multi-tasking and can
actually walk a tight rope while balancing a dinner plate on her head
and typing her next novel. She lives in Alabama with her
three children and her wonderful husband of eleven years.