Title: The Trouble With Dating a Movie Star
Author: Z.N. Willett
Release: May 12, 2014
A.P. Moore's provocative romance throws her onto the Best Sellers list, but Alexandria’s life was far from the sexy pages of her romance.
Andrew Hughes, the most desired man in Hollywood was at the height of his career. Nothing could be better, until a chance meeting with Alexandria Moore that went horribly wrong. The man who had everything soon realized what Hollywood couldn't give him.
Or could it?
An invitation that leads to a premier, offers a second chance, and a Hollywood romance straight out of the pages of a magazine. Yet, this story will not be filled with butterfly kisses and midnight strolls, but with tangled webs filled with lust, desire, jealousy and deceit.
It is Hollywood after all.
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I’m the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted, yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, I love anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time I had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When I decided to do something I was passionate about, I added my love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down I’m a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.
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Andrew finished his food and insisted on helping with the dishes. It felt weird and normal at the same time. We fell into a fairly comfortable domestic flow. I washed, he dried, and after wiping down everything, we sat in the living room and talked.
"I can't believe you came all this way to see me," I confessed.
He slid closer to me on the sofa stretching one arm behind me. "You were the first person I thought of when I woke up this morning."
I was literally left speechless.
Andrew moved in closer as his free hand started tracing imaginary circles up my arm. "There seems to be some sort of connection between us, Andria. Don't you feel it?"
Heck yea! But, all I could do was nod my head.
"I have never just dropped in to see a girl that I just met, but you are not just any girl, are you, Ms. Moore?"
His voice sounded like pure sin, and I wanted to give him my soul right then and there. I sat staring as his fingers continued to move up and down my arm while goose bumps followed in their path.
"May I kiss you, Andria?"
Looking into his burning eyes, my entire being was nervous and excited by what I saw in them. He continued to make me speechless, yet I nodded, and then he leaned in.
My chest heaved as Andrew stopped within an inch of my face and looked intently into my eyes.
My mouth watered as he glanced at my lips before tilting his head forward.
Seeing his beautiful face up close was too much, and I closed my eyes. His lips were warm and soft, and I found it difficult to breathe. As he pressed his lips into mine, I slightly opened them, and he followed leaning into me.
Andrew kissed slow and gentle, and as I felt his arms wrap around my back, I stiffened up. I willed my body to relax, but I was kissing Andrew Hughes. I was a total wreck inside. I kept telling myself to breathe, but my body wasn't listening. When his hands soothingly started to caress my back, my mind and body finally relaxed in his arms.
After several more warm kisses, I threw caution to the wind and opened my mouth a bit more. I then felt his smile on my lips as he followed and pressed harder.
That should have been my first kiss, I thought.
As the kiss deepened, my body began to have a mind of its own when my hands found refuge in his hair. My fingers wrapped themselves around the silken strands as I pulled Andrew in closer. The moment that I heard myself hum in satisfaction, he shifted closer and the kiss heated up.
When I say heated, I mean, it heated the hell up.
I couldn't get enough of him, and the sounds vibrating off Andrew caused my thighs to rub together. When he pulled me in tighter, it was getting harder to breathe. Our mouths seemed to fight for dominance, and I surrendered gracefully to the master that was Andrew Hughes. When his hand glided around to my breast squeezing, a wanton, "Andrew, yes!" escaped me.
I was on sensory overload. My mind couldn't focus on one specific act as my core pulsated.
Andrew broke the kiss, seeking air along my neck as he nipped and kissed up and down creating a heated trail. When he reached my collarbone, he inhaled with a low rumble. "Need you now, Andria."
I wasn't sure what happened first, but all I remember was a group gasp at the same time I felt a breeze on my chest as Andrew ripped open my blouse. I could hear the buttons hit the hardwood floor at the same time I heard my Dad yell, "Andria!"