Hollywood Homecoming (Red Carpet Series, #3)
Release Date: 09/05/13 | Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Make-up artist to the stars. The favorite aunt. Dance teacher. Baby sister. Talented musician and song-writer.
Why did that word rank above the rest? Helen loved her family and understood they wanted her to have the real love they’d all found. It’s just that she’d found her someone special and learned to live without him. She’d been too young for the quirky, idealistic doctor-off to save the world-to notice. And, really, if she had it her way, he’d never know how she’d felt. Now, he was one of her best friends, a pen pal, losing him would be too much.
Seeing him at their parents wedding, Helen realizes the horrible truth: she still loves Joseph… which wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t in the situation she was in.
But she was. And her secret will change everything. Will it destroy hope for a Hollywood happy ending too?
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I wanted to smile, to speak, to react—instead, I stared. And he stared back…until my lungs were completely empty. His eyes seemed to darken, to narrow ever so slightly.
Perhaps I’m overtired? I’d been so sick for so long. And between filming, the wedding, the dance classes I was teaching, and…everything…I was worn out. That’s why I was reacting so strangely to him. I managed a small smile, hoping tomorrow I’d be rested and there’d be no sign of whatever this was.
The corner of his mouth turned up as his eyes searched mine.
“Whenever you’re ready, then?” I whispered softly, unconsciously placing my hand on his arm. He was warm; the flannel of his shirt was soft under my touch. I looked at his arm…my hand…his face…
He looked down at my hand, his expression rather intense. But just as quickly, his features softened, the hint of a smile playing about his mouth. “Now’s good,” he answered just as softly.
Why did he have to look like that? Why did that wicked hint of a smile—it wasn’t even a real bloody smile—and those glorious crinkly eyes make me feel so…so… My eyes settled on his mouth. Full lips. Yes. I was feeling very…very…
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m simply sleep-deprived, that’s all.
About the Author
Sasha is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, romance, and travel. She writes both lyrical romantic fantasy AND steamy contemporary romance. Her first play was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.
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