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About Miss Hollywood (The Misses Trilogy- Book 3)Clare Martin has spent the last ten years in the spotlight, becoming Hollywood’s It Girl. On the surface her life looks perfect, but in reality she’s faltering. And the last person she expects to provide any relief is her best friend’s brother, the man who’s been tying her in knots for months. Alexander Richards has paid the price for every single mistake he’s made. He makes no excuses for what he’s done, and wants nothing more than to find some peace. But that may be impossible since he has to help the woman who’s been driving him crazy since he moved to California. Thrown together in the middle of nowhere, there’s no way to deny the attraction that burns within them. But how can they build a future if they can’t address their own insecurities? And what happens when secrets and lies from the past threaten to pull them apart?
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“Wait!” He caught up with her, kissing the back of his neck as they walked toward the shed. She angled her neck, allowing him greater access, while he nibbled his way up the side.
“What?” came out breathlessly, “are you saying you don’t want to go to the shed and get naked?”
He pressed into her, letting her feel just how much he wanted to get naked. He pressed his lips to her ear. “I think you know that’s not true. Are you sure we can go in that shed?” He wasn’t far off. It looked like a horror movie prop, where people ran when they were trying to escape a murderer only to find they’d discovered his workplace. The wood was a dull gray, worn almost white in spots. The circular window, centered at the top of the wood, had a hole that had never been repaired. One of the doors stood proud, while the other was falling off the hinge. A couple of the boards looked loose, and he ventured to guess that he could push it over with a couple of good kicks. “That’s not what I pictured for the first time.”
“Ohh, the first time,” she wiggled until he let her go so she could face him. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” It suddenly became a lot hotter, and he didn’t need a mirror to know his face was red.
“I’m not a romantic,” he grunted. “I just want to make sure I don’t get bit by any animals. Or murdered,” he muttered, when she laughed off his worries and ran toward it. The door creaked before she disappeared, calling for him to come on. He cursed under his breath, wondering whether any woman was worth following her into the dark, creepy shed. Who was he kidding? A hot, sexy woman wanted him, and all he had to do was meet her in the shed? He hot footed it lest she change her mind. He became enveloped in darkness, the only light the sliver from the broken door and mirror, and it was dusk outside.
“Clare, this shit is creepy. No amount of sex is worth dealing with this.” He screamed like a girl and jumped about ten feet when the fingers tapped him on the shoulder. He grabbed for her outline, lifting her as she continued to howl with laughter. “I’m gonna get your ass,” he promised. “And withhold whatever pleasure I would have given you.”