Star Struck (Hollywood Heat)
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His body twitched as though he wanted to move even closer, bridge the final distance between them. He could do it with five steps. Instead he did it with his words. “I love you, Heather Wainwright. And the only emotion I feel nearly as deeply as that one is regret. I am so sorry that I hurt you, and that what I did took away the most amazing thing I’ve ever had in my life. If I could turn back time I’d do it differently, I swear.”
“I wouldn’t.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She looked away, suddenly shy in her honesty. Studying her shoes, she went on. “I mean, you hurt me. But truthfully, I don’t think I’d ever have let you get close enough to hurt me if things hadn’t gone down like they had.”
Seth opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. “Look, I can’t play what if. I don’t know what would have happened. What I do know is that you changed me too. You taught me how to let go of the past. How to move on.”
Her knees were shaking and her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, but she knew what she had to say next. And because of him, she knew she had the strength to say it. “So, could we put this whole thing in our past and move on? Because I really don’t think I can stand another minute of not being in your arms.”
His brows rose in surprise. And that was the last thing Heather registered before they were holding each other, their lips wrapped around one another, their tongues sliding together. She dove into his kiss, drinking the taste of him as if she’d been parched. And she had been—she’d been completely dry of his love, and now that she’d rediscovered the oasis, she drank him in gulps.
She curled her fingers in his hair and tugged him closer, letting out a moan as her pelvis ground against his. God, she was happy just kissing him, being in his embrace, feeling his hands on her body. But the moisture between her thighs and the thickening bulge at her belly told her that they’d need more of each other. Soon.
“Take me to my hotel?” she asked against his mouth.
“Uh huh.” He lingered a moment more in their tongue tango before he pulled away. “Wait a minute, I haven’t shared my prop.”
She pursed her lips. “Is it a drill?”
“No, princess. We’ll save the drill for the hotel. For now, I have this.”
Her brows furrowed as he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a three-fold paper. She took it from his outstretched hand and scanned it, only needing to see the words DEED and San Gabriel Mountains before she understood what it was. “You bought it!”
“Yeah. I figured if you were able to stop looking in the past, it was time for me to look to the future.” He cupped her face in his hands, stroking her jaw with his thumbs. “Because my future is with you, Heather. At least, I hope it is.”
Her throat tightened. “It is.” A tear slid down her cheek. “It is.”
Then they were kissing again, a sweet, slow kiss that spoke of building cabins and wedding rings and swollen bellies. A kiss that not only looked into the future, but sealed it.
After they’d made promises with their lips and shared a lifetime of dreams with the caress of their hands, they drifted apart, ready to move on—with their life, with their relationship. To the hotel.
Heather gestured toward the deed still clutched in her hand. “You know this is really too small of a prop to show up on stage. You need something more substantial. Something that can be seen from the audience.”
He cocked a brow. “Do you have something in mind?”
“Let’s just say I might have a pair of fur-lined handcuffs in my purse.”
A sexy smile spread across his lips, burning her skin and making her thighs twitch. “Heather, can I take you back to my hotel room and handcuff you while we have wild monkey sex?”
“You mean you want to go play rough?”
“Always.” He nodded toward the door, holding out his hand for her.
“Oh, tool boy,” she said, putting her hand firmly in his, “you know all you ever had to do was ask.”
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Dirty Filthy Rich Love (Dirty Duet #2) (September 11, 2017)
Dirty Filthy Fix (a spinoff novella) (November, 2017)
Dirty Sexy Player (a spinoff novel) (Early 2018)
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Sex Symbol
Star Struck
The Fixed Universe
Fixed on You (Fixed #1)
Found in You (Fixed #2)
Forever with You (Fixed #3)
Hudson (Fixed #4)
Free Me (a spinoff novel – Found duet #1)
Find Me (Found duet #2)
Chandler (a spinoff novel)
Falling Under You (a spinoff novella)
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Last Kiss
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Acknowledgments
Thank you so much to everyone who helped bring Seth and Heather’s story to the world with a fresh design.
I especially want to thank my team Candi Kane, Melissa Gaston, and Ashley Lindemann. With my emergency surgery and a broken arm, you still managed to make things run smoothly.
To my LARCs. You guys continue to support me beyond what I deserve. Thank you for everything you do.
To Jenn Watson and Social Butterfly PR. Thank you for making me be seen.
To Nancy Smay, Wander Aguier, and Letitia Hasser for helping repackage this baby. And Michelle Ficht for catching our goofs.
To Serena McDonald and Sierra Simone, my first beta reader and my latest beta reader. You’re both golden.
To Rebecca Friedman, Flavia Viotti, Meire Dias, the most amazing agents on earth.
To ShopTalkers and Order and my Snatch girls. You keep me sane.
To the Sky Launchers and bloggers and readers. I can never say how lucky I am to have you!
To Tom and my three girls. We’ve got it pretty good. Let’s never forget that.
To my God. You keep me awestruck. Thank you. For everything.
About the Author
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy any time there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael F
assbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International, though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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