Published on 2-18-15 Genres: New Adult, Romance
Hollywood It Girl, Francesca Leon, has just landed the biggest role of her career…one that could clinch an Oscar nomination and open doors. If she’s going to move her career to the next level and work with top directors, she has to nail this part — and keep her sexy, but unreliable leading man from screwing everything up.
Bad boy Calder Fox is the son of Hollywood royalty and fresh out of rehab after his best friend’s death sent him on a downward spiral of drugs and alcohol. While his fans still love him and the paparazzi stalk him, he’s never taken life, or anything about his career, seriously. He may be charming and drop-dead gorgeous, but if he doesn’t stay sober, he could ruin Frankie’s future and expose her long-hidden family secret to the voracious media.
Behind the scenes.
Things heat up during filming and have the potential to become hotter, deeper, and much more real. But can Frankie trust Calder with her secret? Or is he doomed to sabotage his own happiness yet again?
Collateral Damage is a full-length novel in the Limelight series, but can be read as a standalone novel
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“I can sleep on the couch. No worries.”
I felt a little like an idiot and a lot like a priss. The bed was huge—it wasn’t like I’d be pressed up against his body all night.
No. Not unfortunately. Besides, we were both adults. This wasn’t that big of a deal.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Calder raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Frankie.”
“I’m fine. We’re adults. No biggie.” I shrugged, almost believing my nonchalance myself.
“You’re sure?” He ducked his head down a bit and looked at me from under his brows.
I nodded. “I will need to borrow a t-shirt or something, though.”
“That I can do.” He walked over to a dresser, rummaged through it for a minute, and pulled out a shirt for me. “Here, wear this one. I can grab you some shorts, but I have a feeling they’ll just end up on the floor anyway.”
My eyes flared at his words and my skin heated.
“That came out so wrong.” He laughed, his face taking on a slight pink tinge. “I meant that they’d slip right off. Not because of me. I wouldn’t be taking them off or anything. It’s just, your waist is so tiny and my shorts…”
I chuckled. “That’s okay, Calder. Quit while you’re ahead.”
“Probably a good idea,” he said.
He tossed the shirt to me and I walked to the door where I’d spied the ensuite bathroom. Once inside, I stripped my shirt and bra off and slipped Calder’s t-shirt over my head. I pulled the cotton fabric up to my nose and inhaled.
Mmm. It smelled just like him—like ocean and outdoors. I took a moment to enjoy it without him knowing what I was doing.
Alright, this was getting creepy. I let the shirt fall. There was such a discrepancy in our sizes that his t-shirt ended up skirting my knees. I debated whether or not I should remove my shorts. Calder had said no funny business and the truth was, I believed him. Plus, the t-shirt went down past my shorts so Calder wouldn’t be getting a view of anything anyway. I unbuttoned my shorts and shimmied them down my legs, then folded my clothes and left them in a neat pile on the marble counter.
I opened the door to find him beside the bed. He had one hand on the white comforter like he was about to crawl underneath. His head snapped up and he dropped the comforter when his eyes locked on me.
If I’d been holding anything, I would’ve dropped it too.
He stood there wearing only fitted grey boxer briefs with a prominent bulge and the expanse of his tanned, muscular chest on full display. Every female part of me was left wanting with desire, but I was finally able to rip my gaze away.
He stood stock-still, staring at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands squeezed into tight fists at his sides. “Wow, Frankie…”
I gulped. “Not really my best look, but…” I shrugged, trying to play off his comment, unsure how to take it.
“No, you look…I don’t even know what word to use. Tempting would fit.” I blushed and looked down at the ground for a moment. “Sorry, I’m making you uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” I said, waving him off and making my way over to my side of the bed.
“I’ve never seen a woman in any of my clothes before. Who knew it would be so hot?” He laughed and it brought the intense atmosphere down a notch. That was until we both got into bed.
The same bed. Under the same covers.
We’d gotten in facing each other because we were talking—which was fine. But now that we were lying half-naked and I could’ve reached out and splayed my hands over his hard chest, you could’ve snapped the tension in two. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.
I shifted in my spot. “Well, good night,” I said in a small voice, then rolled over and turned off the bedside lamp.
Every bit of my skin felt charged like a live wire. I tried to ignore the sensation and closed my eyes for some much needed shuteye. Within a minute my eyes were open again, staring out at the reflection of the moon on the ocean.
Calder shifted on the bed behind me. I wasn’t sure if he’d turned away from me or if he was still facing me, though I swear I felt his eyes boring into me from behind. I was unable to remain still. A blanket of sexual need cloaked the bedroom. How the hell was I going to get any sleep tonight? At least we were shooting a night scene tomorrow so I wasn’t due on set until the afternoon.
I lay there, a strange mix of tired and wired all jumbled together. I needed to move. Maybe I had a case of restless leg syndrome or something. Though if that were the case, it hadn’t developed until I was sharing a bed with one of Hollywood’s hottest bachelors. More likely it was a case of restless vagina syndrome.