Release Date: August 20, 2015
SYNOPSIS:
Losing
your ability to speak at the age of seventeen; it’s not normal or fair.
But
trauma, has a way of throwing normality out the window.
Dani
lives anything but a normal life.
Her
sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
Her
best friends are rockstar duo AD2.
And
she has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime.
But
that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead.
Or
that it's her fault.
It
seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually
communicate on the outside.
That
is until Hollywood’s newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his
assistant for the summer.
He's
gorgeous, completely unavailable, and unobtainable.
But
that doesn't stop her from wondering...if things were different...would he want
her?
If
she was whole, would he be the other half?
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EXCERPT:
“Finally!”
Jaymeson pointed at both of us. “Lincoln, show her to her mark. Dani, for this
scene you’re simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think you can do
that?”
I
nodded.
Any
woman could do that.
Most
men too.
“Cue
music!” Jaymeson called out. “Action.”
A
techno mix of AD2’s latest song filled the air as the extras started dancing
around us. I stayed glued to the wall while Lincoln delivered his lines to
Pris, and then he lifted his head, meeting my gaze.
It’s
just a movie. It’s just a movie.
The
breath left my chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making
fluid purposeful movements through the crowd.
My
lips parted; my entire body felt heavy as he approached.
He
stopped in front of me, his forehead grazing mine as he leaned in a few inches.
Our breath mingled as the music and scene faded around me.
“Cut!”
Jaymeson yelled.
Holy
crap on a cracker. I almost experienced my first stroke — at seventeen.
“You
okay?” Lincoln’s eyebrows knit together in concern.
I
licked the lipstick from my lips and nodded quickly.
Jaymeson
approached. “Time for the kiss, remember kissing, not hockey. Clearly, you were
confused earlier.”
Lincoln
gritted his teeth and let out a little groan.
I
patted his arm and grinned, my way of encouraging him. He seemed to pale more.
My
stomach sank.
Maybe
it was me.
I
was the problem.
Not
the kiss, but me. If he’d had trouble kissing my gorgeous sister, how was he
going to be able to kiss me?
“Hey…”
Lincoln cupped my cheek. “… focus on me, nothing else, alright? It’s only us.”
I
nodded.
“You
ever been to a party?”
I
rolled my eyes.
“Ever
made out with a guy at a party that wasn’t your boyfriend?”
I
thought about it then slowly shook my head.
“So
that’s what this scene is about. It’s about a guy seeing a girl from across the
room and wanting her so badly that he’s willing to cheat on his own girlfriend
for just one taste. Granted, he’s supposedly drunk and high, but that just
takes the romance out of it, doesn’t it?”
He
released my cheek and stepped back. “Imagine you’re trying to attract me, make
your body as inviting as possible. Hell, just stand there and look at me, and
you’ll sell it.”
Sell
it. I repeated the words in my mind.
I
could do that.
Because
I wanted him to kiss me.
It
made my heart beat faster.
My
blood pump harder.
And
for the first time since my parents’ death, I was actually excited about
something. Nervous, but excited.
“Okay,”
I mouthed.
I
must have surprised him again because his eyes darkened, and then he grinned.
“One day, Dani. One day I’m going to hear my name coming from that gorgeous
mouth of yours, and I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions… damn
the consequences.”
My
breath hitched.
“Quiet
on set! And action!”
There
was no warning. Suddenly, Lincoln’s mouth was fused against mine, no teeth,
just his soft lips pushing, prodding, moving slowly back and forth until his
tongue slid through and made contact with mine.
Heart
racing, I opened my mouth enough to deepen the kiss as heat washed over me.
He
groaned and dug his fingers into my shoulders then slid his hands down my back
and gripped my butt. I let out a squeak of surprise as I flicked his tongue
with mine.
“Cut!”
Jaymeson yelled.
I
kept kissing.
So
did Lincoln.
His
chest brushed roughly against mine; my breasts ached at the sharp contact. I
let out a little hiss at the exact time Linc let out a groan and nudged his
knee between my legs.
“Cut!”
Jaymeson yelled again.
Slowly,
Lincoln pried himself away from me, chest heaving.
“Good
enough,” said Jaymeson.
“No,”
Lincoln argued without taking his wild grey eyes off me, “I went off script. We
need to do it again.”
“The
hell you do,” someone mumbled. I wasn’t surprised to see Demetri glaring
daggers at Lincoln’s back. Alec was next to Jaymeson, giving him an earful. I
noted the strong tick in his jaw.
“Fine.”
Jaymeson waved them both off. “We’ll do it again.”
“Take
two, and action!”
This
time the kiss was slow, languid in its movements. Hot waves of pleasure coursed
through my body as his tongue slid seductively pass my lips. His taste, the
feel of his mouth was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Greedily, I moaned,
desperate for more of him as I reached for his shirt then fisting it with my
hands and tugging him tighter against my body, wanting more contact with him. I
felt every plane of muscle as he slowly turned us so his back was semi facing
the camera. His knee nudged my legs apart as pressure increased down the middle
of my body. I hadn’t really looked long at the script, but I was pretty sure
that this wasn’t part of it.
Not
that I was complaining.
He
rocked into me, my back connected with the wall. With a possessive growl, he
nipped my lower lip then started kissing down my neck. Kissing in public had
never been my thing — but maybe that was because I’d never kissed Lincoln.
I
would kiss him anywhere.
All
he needed to do was ask.
Body
humming with pleasure, I let out a little gasp as his warm lips met the pulse
on my neck. Then his tongue licked where his lips had just been.
His
knee rose higher and higher as my body sank onto his; the first contact of his
leg had my body screaming with pleasure — just a little higher, just a little
more.
“Cut!”
someone shouted, though it didn’t sound like Jaymeson.
Suddenly,
Demetri was pulling Lincoln away from me and glaring daggers at both of us. “I
think you guys got the scene.”
Embarrassed,
I looked down, tucking my silky hair behind my ear. Did I really almost just
dry hump Lincoln Greene’s leg? In front of about twenty people, including my
sister?
“You
sure?” Lincoln asked, voice hoarse. I glanced up at him, his chest was heaving
with exertion, his lips swollen. “Because I could have sworn I messed up my
lines.”
“There
are no lines, you bastard,” Demetri muttered under his breath.
“Damn
it!” Jaymeson shouted. “Hey, guys, I’m going to need you to shoot it one more
time. Remember, Lincoln, you’re supposed to proposition her.”
Lincoln
grinned smugly at Demetri.
Demetri
didn’t move.
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