After ten years in Hollywood, script supervisor Grace Speer isn’t impressed by actors anymore. She’s especially not impressed by Scott Deacon, the former teen heartthrob who’s currently making her life hell.
He’s arrogant, rude, and blasts death metal at ungodly hours of the night without regard for his neighbors—which she knows because he’s living in the house right next door to hers. Worst of all, he’s making Grace’s job a nightmare and endangering the entire production.
Scott Deacon had it all—until his drug-fueled flame-out got him blacklisted in Hollywood. Four years after losing everything, Scott’s clean, sober, and desperate for second chance to revive his acting career.
But first he’ll have to prove to the world that he’s a changed man. Starting with Grace, who just might hold the key to saving his job—and unlocking his heart.
Did you read the first book in the Starstruck Series? Griffin wrote Alice a Love Note a few weeks ago – you have to read it!
Alice Carlisle has problems.
Her sociology Ph.D. dissertation is going nowhere, she’s about to lose the TV extra job that’s been paying her bills, and her roommate is kicking her out. She needs to find a new place to live ASAP, so she can focus on finally finishing her doctorate.
Enter Griffin, one of Hollywood’s rising stars, who offers to let her move into his guest room if she’ll dog sit for him. Four months rent free in a nice house with an adorable dog is an offer Alice can’t turn down—even if she has major qualms about her movie star roommate.
Griffin Beach has it all.
He’s gorgeous, newly jacked, and poised to make the leap from TV show regular to box office superstar. Until his dog sitter bails, leaving him desperate to find someone he trusts to look after his precious fur baby.
Someone like Alice, the extra who’s never seemed to like him but loves his dog. Griffin has his doubts about the arrangement, but living with Alice opens his eyes to how empty his workaholic lifestyle has become. The more time they spend together, the more he realizes she might be exactly what he needs in his life.
Can Alice let her guard down and learn to trust again? Can Griffin stop trying to please everyone else long enough to show her how he feels? Will they get their Hollywood happy ending? Or will their love story bomb at the box office?
Tuesday they were shooting on location in Jackson Square all day. The call time was two hours before dawn, so they could wring every second of sunlight out of the day, and Grace could not stop yawning on the transport van to the location.
“Wakey, wakey,” Scott said, leaning over the back of his seat to shake a plastic tumbler filled with something thick and green and disgusting-looking in front of her face.
“Ugh,” Grace grumbled. “Get that away from me.” She couldn’t help but smile a little though, even through her sleep-deprived crankiness.
An hour later, as the first streaks of light were glimmering in the sky above the river, Scott showed up at the pop-up tent where video village had been set up, and presented Grace with a white paper bag and a tall styrofoam cup from Café du Monde.
“For me?” she asked, perking up considerably. “Did you seriously walk over there and buy me coffee?” He didn’t seem to have gotten anything for anyone else. Just her. Her brain filed this information away to obsess over and analyze later, when he wasn’t standing two feet away grinning at her.
“Café au lait,” Scott said smugly. “And beignets.”
Grace narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. “Did you make one of the PAs do it?”
“As a matter of fact, I did it all by myself. And I had to take a picture with the employees, so I hope you appreciate it.”
“I do!” she said, beaming at him. “You’re officially my favorite person today.”
He blinked at her, his smirk fading into something else entirely. Whatever that expression on his face was, it sent Grace’s stomach tumbling into a free fall. Rather than examine it more closely, she focused her attention on the bag in her hand. Inside was a mountain of powdered sugar, and buried beneath it were three pillowy squares of fried dough. “Don’t inhale while you’re eating those,” Scott warned her.
“Not my first rodeo,” Grace told him, excavating a beignet. “Want one?”
“Noooo.” He held up his hands in a warding gesture. “I’m doing a water cut for that fight scene on Thursday.”
Right. He’d be shirtless, which meant the Abs of Glory would be on full display. Grace found herself looking forward to Thursday with a little more enthusiasm.
“Sucks for you,” she said, giving him a taunting grin as she bit into a beignet.
His eyes homed in on her mouth with laser beam focus. “That’s fine. I’ll just enjoy them vicariously by watching you eat.”
“Does this get you off?” she asked archly and took another bite.
Scott licked his lips. “Not gonna lie, it kind of does.”
Grace couldn’t help laughing at his retriever-staring-down-a-dog-treat expression, which led her to make the fatal mistake of inhaling with the beignet in front of her mouth. Coughing sugar out of her lungs, she clapped a hand over her mouth as a cloud of fine white powder billowed out in front of her.
Scott sidestepped the powdered sugar typhoon and patted her on the back, chuckling. “Told you not to inhale.”
Susannah Nix lives in Texas with her husband, two ornery cats, and a flatulent pit bull. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, knitting, watching stupid amounts of television, and getting distracted by Tumblr. She is also a powerlifter who can deadlift as much as Captain America weighs.
