Granted, our history was just that—history.
And I was her last hope. The only guy willing to work with her.
Her final shot at stardom.
“Sis,” Linc coughed into his hand while the gang around the fire grew quiet.
Zane shared a horrified look with me. Yeah, I might have forgotten to mention that she was the new client.
Jay held out his hand. “Glad you could make it, Angelica. Guys,” he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Most of you know Linc’s sister. She’s graciously agreed to star in the final movie—as you know, Jessica had to pull out due to her pregnancy.”
Alec made a cross motion over his chest while Demetri looked like he was about five seconds away from throwing her in the fire.
I wasn’t the only one who had history with her.
She was known for burning bridges almost as much as she was known for her drug problem and inability to get over Alec Daniels.
Hell, I was in over my head.
“Hi.” Angelica found her voice and addressed everyone with a haughty expression that had me groaning out loud.
Lincoln winced and then patted the sand. “Angelica, why don’t you sit, I know it was a long drive back from Portland.”
Her eyes penetrated mine with ferocity.
“Well…” Her voice always did remind me of sex, damn it. It was low, controlled, raspy. “I would have gotten here a lot sooner if my jackass of an agent wouldn’t have dropped me off on the side of the road with nothing but a twenty dollar bill and a cell phone.”
Jay glared at me.
I crossed my arms. “Well, maybe your agent wanted you to remember who’s in charge of your career. The same career hanging on by a thread. I’ve heard walks are good for dogs, you know, clean air and all that.”
She gasped in outrage.
Zane shot me a “really man?” look across the fire.
But I was over it.
So over it.
I was over it the day Angelica Greene walked out of my life and into my band mate’s arms.
I was over it then.
And I was over it now.
The only reason I was even involved in it was because she had about just as much shit on me as I did on her—and most days I loved my job.
She kicked sand onto my marshmallow.
I loved my job.
I loved my job.
I loved my job.
I hated Angelica Greene.
Want more Seaside Pictures? Be on the lookout for the third book in the series, Steal: A Seaside Pictures Novel, Will and Angelica’s story.
About The Author
RACHEL VAN DYKEN is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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Acknowledgments
I hate writing these.
There are always too many people to thank, because basically, I can't function as a human being on my own.
There’s God, you know, who is just my everything.
My husband and son who change my life on a daily basis.
Jill. My amazing friend/sister/best friend/PA I mean really she does it all.
Danielle: who doesn't freak out when I send her messages that say MAYDAY MAYDAY SINKING SHIP SINKING SHIP.
There’s my rocking reader group.
My amazing editor Katherine Tate.
My readers in GENERAL who seriously make the world go round and allow me to do what I do.
It doesn't take a village it takes a freaking country and that’s what it feels like for every release.
Thank you to Skyscape my ridiculously awesome publisher for letting me do this self pub a bit early and offering EVERYTHING I need via Amazon to make sure it gets done right. To Erica, my agent, who really is the best agent and friend a person could ask for. I know that seems typical but for real. I love her. She's family. And she's amazing at her job, and she ALWAYS talks me from the cliff which his really helpful since it happens on a weekly basis.
Readers out there, this story came from a special place in my heart. I've struggled with anxiety for years, and no matter what type of anxiety you have it can be absolutely crippling. But there is help out there, for me that help came in the form of writing, it became my escape, my own little outlet that I know God gave me in order to be able to function in society—whatever that outlet is find it and use it and know that there are tons of us out there that are struggling right with you ;)
LOVE YOU ALL
HUGS
RVD
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